A/N-Okay. This is random. I was bored again. This is what happens when I'm bored.

Tony smirked as he admired his handiwork. Clint's office was covered in toilet paper, which came straight out of the S.H.I.E.L.D men's room. Tony couldn't wait to see the archer's expression when he got back from that mission to France. He laughed out loud. T.P-ing was so much fun.

LATER

Okay, this wasn't going well. Tony gulped as he watched Clint smirk.

"All right! All right! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Tony shrieked.

"Too late Stark." Clint hissed. "Now I'm gonna use you for target practice! Literally."

Tony struggled against the ropes that tied him to the target. An apple was on his head. Clint pulled an arrow from his sheath and notched it on the string.

"Wait!" Tony yelled frantically.

Clint pulled back the string slowly...

"Noooo!" Tony screamed.

"AGH!" Tony bolted up in bed. The T.V. blared in front of him. He must've fallen asleep while watching the NBA's.

Quickly, Tony got up and snuck into Clint's office. He cleaned out all the toilet paper.

Meanwhile, Clint and Natasha had returned from thier France mission, and were approaching Clint's office. Clint pulled the door open and immediately was face-to-face with Stark, who was carrying armfuls of toilet paper.

"What the-" Clint stared at the billionare, completely perplexed.

"DON'T SHOOT ME!" Stark screeched, and fled. Random S.H.E.I.L.D. agents stared at him as he ran back to the men's room.

Natasha and Clint stared too.

"What was that about?" Clint asked.

Natasha shrugged. "Maybe he was drunk again."