'Barton!' Tony Stark hollered, his voice echoing through the high ceilinged halls of the Avengers Tower. 'What the hell did you do to my suit?'
The archer in question glanced up as the irate billionaire stormed into the gym where he was sparring with Natasha - who promptly took advantage of his momentary distraction and clocked him around the jaw.
Clint hit the mat hard as the red-headed agent swept his legs. From his upside-down position on the floor, he grinned at Tony.
'I have no idea what you mean.' His innocent act wasn't fooling anyone.
'The magnets? How did you get at my suit? I know it was you, JARVIS ratted you out.'
'Traitor!' Clint gasped, still grinning like a psycho despite the fact that his sparring partner was currently sitting on his chest.
'It was in my best interests, Clint.' the AI's clipped tone echoed through the room.
'What's going on?' Steve Rogers - his hair mussed from working out, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow - strode over.
'I got stuck to a bus.' Tony pouted, crossing his arms. He had levelled a glare at Clint that by all laws of physics should have caused the archer to burst into flames.
'Really?' Natasha had shown mercy and was dusting herself off. One eyebrow raised, the formidable Russian stifled her own smirk.
'C'mon guys, we're supposed to be getting along.' Steve unwrapped the bandages from his wrist. 'You know Fury hates it when he has to make up new paperwork for whatever international incident you've-' Tony raised a disbelieving eyebrow. 'We've managed to create.'
'It was just a bit of fun.' Clint whined. 'How was I supposed to know that he was gonna fly into a bus? It's not like I caught the whole thing on camera...' Natasha bopped him on the head.
'You didn't.' The playboy bunched his fists and Steve put a restraining arm in front of him.
'Tony Stark - from Chick Magnet to Metal Magnet. It's already got seventeen thousand hits!' Barton crowed, still grinning. He was above doing a victory dance, really, he was.
The corner of Natasha's mouth curled up and even Captain America was having trouble stopping his shoulders from shaking.
'So neither of you are going to help me?' Tony growled. 'Fine. Fine! See if I care! I'm going down to MY workshop and NONE OF YOU are allowed in.'
With that, the dark-haired man turned on his heel and stormed back to the lift. He was going to get Barton back. Revenge would be sweet.
Natasha, Clint and Steve lasted five seconds before they burst out laughing.
'Do you have to try and kill yourself, Clint, all the time?' Natasha managed between rounds of laughter.
'Every chance I get.'