Hello everybody! Reporting for duty with a new story. Well its actually a series of long one-shots about the Avengers and other Marvel characters. If you are on tumblr you must have heard about Marvel headcanons. Apologies if there is a similar fic to this, i assure its unintentional.

I just saw the other days, the Dodgeball Headcanon and i thought to myself that i have to write that! So if you have a fav headcanon you'd like to read just send it to me and i'll have it done.

i own absolutely nothing. Enjoy

(Dodgeball Headcanon found on tumblr, users: hornswaggler and deprofundisclamoadte)

Dodgeball

Steve Rogers was a patient man. Well, most of the times.

Currently, he was trying to watch some television in silence, but a certain billionaire-philanthropist had other plans.

"Steve, Steeeve, Stevie, Steve, Stephen, Steve, Steeeeevie." Tony started saying and poking Steve's bicep with his finger.

Steve remained unfazed.

"Steeeve, Steve, Stevie, Cap, Captain, Captain, Steve, Capsicle, Cappuccino, Cap, Steeeve, Stevie, Dorito, Dorito, Cap…"

"WHAT?!" he broke.

"Hi!" he greeted with a giggle and run away from him.

With a defeated look, Steve placed his head on his hands and sighed deep. "I hate my life."

Natasha Romanoff was silently eating her apple. She rolled her eyes when she caught from her corner of her eye, Tony trying to remain hidden.

"Nataaaash-" the moment his finger touched her shoulder, the red-head punched Tony in the gut.

Hard.

The billionaire doubled over in pain. "Oooh! What the hell was that Widow!?"

She took a bite out of her apple. "I don't like people poking me."

"Wow, you really put the double ass in assassin, Romanoff." Tony said in which she smirked proudly.

"Why are you harassing us?" she asked him, when he caught his breath.

He shrugged. "I'm bored."

"Why are you bugging us then? You have a ton of things to do."

"Yeah, but none of them are fun." He grinned and the assassin sighed.

"Jarvis please call the rest of the team. Tell them is a code Gold."

"Right away Miss Romanoff."

Ten minutes later, all the Avengers, minus Thor, were gathered in the living room. The last one to come in, was none other than Clint Barton.

"I came as fast as I could." The archer breathed. "How serious is it?"

Steve crossed his hands over his chest. "It's a level 3."

"Already? Maan."

Tony curiously eyes all the occupants of the room. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh." Bruce started unsure of himself. "You tend to be a little, how to say it."

"Obnoxious." Steve, Natasha and Clint said all together.

"….when you are bored." Bruce finished.

Tony was offended at first but after a little thought he shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head in agreement.

"So." Tony clapped his hands together. "What's the plan?"

"Dodgeball?" Tony asked skeptically and eyed the balls that were on the floor. They had moved into one of the many training rooms that were housed in the Tower.

"Dodgeball." Clint repeated with a grin on his face.

"Okay let's do this." Steve said as he stretched his arms. "Which are the teams?"

Bruce raised his hand. "For obvious reasons, I'll be the ref." he said and everyone nodded. No one wanted to play dodgeball with the Hulk.

Tony pointed at the assassin's duo. "I think it will be unfair for the two of you to team up."

"Dibs on Steve!" Clint suddenly yelled and ran towards Steve's side.

"Oh come on!" Natasha complained, as she realized that she would team up with Stark.

Tony frowned and pointed a finger at her. "It's an honor young lady. Besides…what Cap has that I don't?"

Clint chuckled. "Hellooo? Have you seen his biceps?" he gestured at Steve, and the blond blushed.

"Um, can we start the game?" he said shyly.

And with that, the two teams faced each other and with Bruce's signal they ran towards the balls.

In Tony's defense, he was doing really well in the game.

The two teams were throwing balls at each other for ten minutes now and no one had been eliminated, except from Steve, whom Natasha managed to eliminate from the game, but Clint brought him back when he caught a ball.

Steve saw his opportunity when Tony went to scratch behind his knee, and nailed him right in the chest with the red ball.

"OUT!" Bruce yelled and motioned for Tony to get out.

Sighing hard, Tony sent a glare to the captain and stepped aside. He was too busy trying to catch his breath to call him colorful names.

The two men stared cockily at Natasha.

Actually it was just Clint. Steve was looking at her with caution in his eyes.

"Just the three of us boys." She smirked and dodged gracefully an attack from Clint.

"GIVE THEM HELL WIDOW! WHOOO!" Tony cheered.

"We have her Cap, chill." Clint smirked as he hailed another ball at her.

She dodged again, making Steve very nervous. She had the 'hey sailor' smile as he dubbed to call it, after a mission.

Right at that moment and quick as lightning, Natasha hailed a ball right in the middle of the Captains right knee.

"OUT!" Bruce yelled again in which Tony cheered and grinned when the Captain sat down next to him.

Now, it was down to assassin vs assassin.

Grabbing a ball in her hands, Natasha throw it straight to Clint's head, but the bowman threw his ball in the same direction, making the balls collide.

"Showoff." She mumbled.

Cracking his shoulders, Clint smirked. "Let's end this." He said and with the accuracy of the master bowman he was, he hailed the ball towards Natasha.

And right in the center of her face.

Everyone froze.

The ball fell to the ground, revealing a trail of blood running down Nat's nose.

Clint's eyes widened. "Oh no."

The red-head simply stared at him, not even making a move to wipe the blood. She simply uttered one word.

"Run."

"Aaaaah!" the master bowman dashed off screaming into the distance.

They found him hours later hidden in the rafters of the tower.

"Come on man." Tony said. "It's okay, she's gone."

Clint's eyes were maniacally looking around.

"NO SHE ISN'T! SHE'S JUST WAITING!"

Sighing hard, Tony left the trembling assassin in peace for now.

*Much more later*

Steve found Natasha in the living room watching some TV.

"Come on Natasha. It's been three days."

"I know."

"He hasn't moved a muscle. He is terrified that you will do something to him."

"I know." She said and popped a popcorn in her mouth.

Steve sighed and placed his hands on each side of his waist.

"You are not going to do anything, are you?"

"Nope."

"You are a mean person you know that?"

She smirked and popped another pop-corn in her mouth.

"I know."

That would serve as a lesson to Clint Barton.

But Natasha wasn't that mean. She'd go and fetch him.

Another smirk.

Eventually.

Tada! Was that awful? good? bad? please let me know! ^_^ If you liked this chapter, i'm gonna write more. Send me in the review your fav headcanon. It could be the Avengers watching a movie to...them going to the beach. It could be anything really. ( u can add any character really, like Bucky, wink wink)