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Prompt 2: Set Up
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"Is everything ready?" Clint asked peaking into the living room.
"It's too early," Tony said lying over the couch hugging a pillow.
"Is it ready or not?" Clint hissed.
"It's ready," Thor announced descending from the ladder.
"Good thank you I'll go get her," Clint said disappearing into the hallways again. He knocked gently on Natasha's door, "Nat?"
"Clint I swear to God I'll murder you. It's five A.M. and it's my birthday, go the hell away."
"It's because it's your birthday that I'm doing this to you," he said.
The door suddenly swung open and Natasha was wearing a lose fitting, belly exposing, tank top with lose booty shorts. "I hate you," she snarled walking past him.
"I can see your panties, I wouldn't have guessed the red."
"It has black widow in black across the butt, you wanna see?" she glared back at him.
"No I'm sorry," he took her shoulders in his hands and massaged gently. "Happy Birthday partner," he said.
"You suck," she groaned as the living room door came into view. He suddenly shoved her forward and she ran into a net and got tangled in it, squeaking a bit. "What the hell?"
"Sorry hun but you wouldn't cooperate any other way," Clint looked at her sympathetically.
"What the hell is going on!" she yelled watching the rest of her team surround her.
"You got her bag?" Tony asked.
"Yup," Bruce held it up.
"Let's get her," Thor picked up her legs while Steve lifted her head gently.
"You set me up!" Natasha yelled at Clint.
"It's the only way you'll enjoy your birthday you party pooper!" he retorted as they carried her out to the car.
"I hate you all!" she screamed as she struggled in the tightly wrapped net.
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"Where are we?" Natasha whined as she felt the car stop.
"It's somewhere fun, I promise," Clint said finally helping her out of the net.
"You and I have different definitions of fun, for example I think the shooting range is fun."
"Stop being a spoiled sport," Clint said opening the car door and helping her out.
"You brought me to a carnival!" she screamed.
"Yes we did!" Tony stepped from the driver seat.
"I'm going to try and win the strength contest for you," Thor bellowed loudly with excitement.
"I hate all of you," Natasha said putting her hands on her hips. "I'm wearing my pajamas!"
"Here," Clint held a bag out to her and she snatched it up and stormed off to a nasty smelling port-a-potty. She walked out in a tank top and tie together tropical skirt. "This is a ridiculous outfit," she grumbled pulling her fingers through her hair.
"What do you want to do first?" Bruce asked.
Natasha sighed and looked around figuring she wasn't getting out of this so she might as well make the best of it. "I want to go on a ride first then I want Thor to break the strength test and scare the man working it."
Clint chuckled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards the Ferris wheel. They all piled into one cart which was a tight fit. Tasha had to sit on Clint's lap during the ride and he rested his head on her back relaxing. She was fine with him resting on her and she leaned her own head back too.
"Look!" Thor yelled pointing to the beach nearby.
"Did we bring swim suits?" Natasha asked trying to look at Clint behind her.
"Yes we did," he assured.
"Clint?" she whispered looking over the park and at her friends.
"Yes?"
"This was a nice set up you made." Clint leaned forward and kissed her cheek.