Hello again! Here we go with yet another chapter about the Avengers, enjoy!

Steve had no idea how he managed to get here, and he wasn't even one hundred percent sure on how he had been roped into his current activity; but despite being dubbed by Tony as overly serious and boring the man had to admit that he was having fun, more than that he was having a blast. What were they doing? Well that could be summed up in two words.

Laser Tag.

It had begun with him returning to his quarters, rolling his shoulders and heaving a sigh as he pondered the sheer exhaustion the riddled his body. Not for the first time did Steve suddenly feel every bit his ninety years, though he knew it was more emotional and mental fatigue due to the super soldier serum keeping him seemingly eternally young. The man could not explain it, but the modern age wearied him in more ways than war ever could. Evil reigned in the streets making playgrounds and schools no longer a place of refuge for the children. Young men turned to violence, looting and pillaging, destroying entire cities over the deaths of petty criminals. Teen girls, far too young, dressed themselves in the scandalous clothes of their media idols and walked around looking much like underage prostitutes. Women were thrown in jail just for exercising their religious freedom, and men were put to death for standing up in defense of justice.

Steve was exhausted protecting a world that put itself in danger by choosing to forget basic moral law and ethics, and it was wearing on him.

However, despite the pity party that Steve was fully planning on throwing for himself, the man found instead a note taped to his bedroom door, along with a futuristic looking gun and night vision goggles all accompanied by a strange looking vest with odd plastic lights on the center and back. Peeling the note from the wood, Steven couldn't help the fond grin that slowly blossomed on his face as he read its contents.

This is it guys,

Tonight we found out who the real Avenger is, meet down in the common area at 8pm sharp, and make sure you're suited up in the provided gear (Natasha, you can bring other gear…but nothing life threatening please). The rules are anything goes…except for POWERS (I'm talking to you Banner and Point Break) but other than that, go for it. As the old saying goes;

Win if you can, lose if you must, but cheat…always cheat. (That is, if you can Cap)

Let the games begins, and may the odds be ever in your favor (That's for you Clint)

Tony

Cocking his head Steve looked down at the odd looking collection of toys, wondering what they were and picked up the plastic firearm before pausing when his fingertips rasped against yet another note taped to the butt of gun. Unfolding the paper, Steve rolled his eyes even as he gave an amused snort.

Steve,

This is a laser gun, used for the game also known as laser tag. The point of the game is to line up your laser with the enemy's plastic sensors on their vests, then you pull the trigger. Each time you're hit, you're out of the game for 15 seconds. The person with the most kills at the end wins the prize.

Captain America nodded slowly as a grin blossomed across his face "This…is going to be fun."

…..

Natasha slunk around the corner, her laser gun held high as she peeked in all possible directions assessing the safest route before her lips quirked up in a confident smirk. Tumbling forward in a tight roll, the assassin paused behind the couch as she turned the gun around to once again scan her surroundings. A creak echoed in the living room making Natasha slowly turn at the sound, having chosen to forego the night vision goggles she was instead using the sound like a bat to locate her target.

Steve crept across the tiled floor of the kitchen, the captain also not wearing the night vision goggles as he hunted his prey. The smile he had been wearing since he had first read the note from Tony glinted in the darkness as keen eyes swept across the room. Slowly he walked past the breakfast island, wincing when his foot stepped on the first floor board that led into the sitting area making it creak.

Natasha burst from behind the couch, pin point accuracy nailing his chest with her laser making his vest burst into swirly lights and a mechanical voice announce "Steve hit, now out of the game for 15 seconds…Score is…Natasha 1….Steve 0….Tony 0….Clint 0….Bruce 0…."

"Typical," Clint muttered from his spot in the bathroom (his logic being that someone will eventually need to go pee, which then he will strike) "of course Natasha is the one who gets the first kill shot."

"Well she's not the one crouching behind a toilet…" a voice whispered behind the shower curtain.

Clint's eyes widened just as his vest lit up "Clint hit, now out of the game for 15 seconds…Score is….Natasha 1…Steve 0…Tony 1…Clint 0…Bruce 0…"

Tony leapt out of the bathroom cackling with glee as he ran out of the bathroom while Clint sputtered "Wha-what?! How did you get in here?! I checked the shower when I got in here!"

"That's for me to know and you to torture yourself wondering about!" Tony sang over his shoulder before suddenly giving an undignified girlish squeal.

"Tony hit, now out of game for 15 seconds…Score is…Natasha 1…Steve 0…Tony 1…Clint 0…Bruce 1…"

"Bruce!" Tony shrieked while petulantly stomping his foot "That was completely unfair!"

"It's laser tag," Bruce shrugged "besides, I know your habits, you always target Clint first. So all I had to do is find Clint and I would inevitably run into you."

"You're a jerk and I'm not talking to you anymore," Tony pouted stalking away as the numbers on his chest finally counted down to zero.

"Oh, and Tony?" Bruce called.

"What?"

Clint swung around the door and aimed his gun at Tony earning another scream from the engineer while Bruce cracked up laughing "Just thought I'd tell you that Clint isn't dead anymore."

"Tony hit, now out of the game for 15 seconds…Score is…Natasha 1…Steve 0…Tony 1…Clint 1….Bruce 1…"

"You guys are jerks!"

Suddenly a body rolled into the hallway the gun laser being the only clue to his being there, and squeezed the trigger three times making three indignant cries echo in the darkness "Tony hit…Bruce hit…Clint hit, now out of the game for 15 seconds…Score is…Natasha 1…Steve 3…Tony 1…Clint 1…Bruce 1…"

"Seriously?!" Tony screamed "that's just…just…LOW!"

Steve chuckled his deep baritone bouncing off the hallway walls "Come on boys," he grinned "I thought this was a game?"

"Hey," the engineer paused his features becoming more offended by the second "why isn't anyone else wearing the night visions goggles?"

Bruce smiled apologetically "I have natural night vision because of…the other guy."

Tony slowly turned to Clint and the archer shrugged "I was trained to work in the dark, what's the point, right?"

Steve shrugged "I never used them in the war, and I work better without the added bulk on my face."

"Plus, you know the super soldier serum probably helps," Clint snickered.

"I'm just a regular guy surrounded by freaks," Tony pursed his lips as his vest counted down to zero, and then raised his gun "This is going to feel awesome."

Steve's eyes widened as he realized he had tarried too long in enemy territory and turned to flee just as he heard three Avengers take out their righteous fury "Steve hit…Steve hit…Steve hit, now out of the game for 15 seconds…Score is…Natasha 1…Steve 3…Tony 2…Clint 2…Bruce 2…"

"Thanks guys," Steve deadpanned his bottom lip poking out in a pout as he stalked away.

"You know what," Clint murmured.

"What?" Bruce and Tony replied.

"I think we should forge an alliance," Clint smiled slowly "we could beat them by uniting."

"Defeat Natasha and Steve..." Bruce muttered as his brown eyes widened with inspiration.

"Captain America and Black Widow," Tony echoed "we could actually get a win against them!"

"And show them that regular guys can be hardcore too," the archer crowed.

The three men turned to each other giving a firm nod "Let's do it," came the unanimous response.

…

Natasha grinned in the dark, knowing full well that victory was still within her grasp. It had been well over an hour since she last heard the announcement from her vest about the others. Steve was hunting her, she could feel it. She wasn't even thinking about Thing 1 and Thing 2, much less the dingbat billionaire. She had a serum enhanced super soldier on her tail and the former assassin felt her blood race with excited anticipation.

Natasha would be lying if she said that the thought of a good fight with a worthy opponent didn't make her giddy. True enough, she wasn't like most women. Most women thought about staying in fashion and their latest boyfriend as their ultimate thrill. The Russian enjoyed such things, and often found time to go have fun at the mall with Clint. However she knew that one of her favorite things was a good spar.

Sneaking forward the assassin crept into what was the training room, her keen eyes searching the chamber before finding the red laser poking through the pitch black signaling the Captain's presence. Steve knew she was coming, he had been waiting here as bait to his own trap. As one the two warriors came ever closer to each other, each one composing their plan of attack.

However neither were able to carry out their plans as suddenly a strange wire looped around both their ankles hoisting them high in the air. Shaving cream sprayed them from all sides while glittering confetti rained down sticking to the foamy white globs. Natasha screeched as she thrashed about searching desperately for a knife that could cut the reinforced steel holding her aloft. But a robotic voice cut through the disarray.

Natasha hit…Natasha hit…Natasha hit…Steve Hit…Steve Hit…Steve Hit, now out of the game for 15 seconds…Score is…Natasha 1…Steve 3…Tony 4…Clint 4…Bruce 4…"

"YES!" Tony screamed boogying his away in a jubilant dance across the floor as the lights came on revealing the conspirators.

"We got them," Bruce followed his jaw hanging slack as he looked up at their dangling prey appearing very similar to a little boy "we actually got them!"

"And we're ahead in the game to boot! Which mean…We WIN!" Clint crowed from his spot in the rafters.

Tony fist bumped Clint grinning like a fool the entire time before Bruce cleared his throat "Guys, I think we're forgetting something."

The duo turned to face their brother as their smiles slowly withered from their faces when they noticed the grave look the scientist was giving them "What?" Clint quavered.

Bruce merely sighed before pointing one finger skyward "We're eventually going to have to let them down, or they're going to get them down themselves."

Clint's eyes went wide as he turned to Tony "You don't happen to know how to make really good fake identities, do you?"

"Possibly," Tony coughed.

The archer nodded as he grabbed the billionaire and Bruce, dragging them out of the room "Good, because we're going to need them and every minute of head start we can get."

"That's right Barton," Natasha hissed as she began to saw at the cable wrapped around her ankle "you'd better run, because when I catch you, you're going to wish you were dead!"

Tony gulped as he looked over his shoulder to the Captain only to see a seething soldier who was practically steaming with righteous fury "Uh, Clint,"

"What?!"

"RUN FASTER!"

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!"

"Not if you start running!"

"I AM!"

"Just shut up and MOVE!"

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