A/N: It's not my best but hey, I thought I should probably give you something. Also, don't get used to the post-a-day thing. I'll post when I have inspiration and no sooner.

Anyway, I didn't get the chance to check out that video RollingUpHigh so I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you were thinking of when you gave me that prompt.

Also, don't forget a prompt can also be one word or a short phrase.

I DONT OWN AVENGERS!


PROMPT #2 - Everyone has hidden talents. But no one (but Natasha) knew Clint's biggie. Seeing a video of their friend hollering American pie at the top of his lungs walking on Death Row...who knew he had such a good voice? – Thanks to RollingUpHigh

"Can I kill him now?" Tony pleaded. He was banging his head repeatedly on his kitchen bench, trying to rid himself of the horrible screeching that reached his ears.

"Since when have you ever followed orders?" Natasha muttered, though she too was thoroughly irritated. Clint was strutting around the kitchen, making his breakfast and singing (or dying...) at the top of his lungs.

"Oh, I don't follow orders," Tony assured her, the constant thud of his head hitting the marble bench top irritating Natasha almost more than Clint's singing voice. "I just don't want the Black Widow after me when I kill her boyfriend."

Natasha grit her teeth and brought her fist down on the table. "Tony, he's not my boyfriend," she said, as calmly as possible. "And Clint, SING NORMALLY!"

Clint stopped singing immediately and shot her a mischievous grin. "I am." He said innocently. Tony groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, thankful that Clint had ceased his torture.

Natasha shot him a steely glare and he stuck his tongue out at her. Oh yeah, real mature, Clint. She thought, filled with a sudden desire to go over there and wring his neck.

"What was that?" Thor demanded. He walked into the room with his hands over his ears. "I'm sure it sounded like Loki in the shower." His red cape was hanging loosely around his neck and his long, blonde hair was hanging in a frizzy mess around his face. Clearly he hadn't yet brushed it.

Tony stopped banging his head on the bench and stared at the demigod with his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. A small smile was tugging at his lips. Why hadn't Thor told him that before he started threatening Loki? It would have been brilliant blackmail. Natasha raised her eyebrows and spun around on her heels, looking amusedly at Thor. Clint just looked remarkably offended.

"I take offence to that," Clint said hotly, though there was a look in his eye that made Natasha think he was just proud of himself.

See, Natasha knew that Clint could sing better than that. She'd heard him in the shower once because she'd snuck into his room to steal a gun and Tony had built them all on suites. Anyway, to be quite honest, Clint was actually a brilliant singer, he just liked to annoy everyone by sounding like-

"Whose cat was dying?" Steve demanded, sprinting into the room. Tony just sighed and gestured to Clint who was now whistling to himself with his hands in his pockets. If that wasn't a guilty look, Natasha didn't know what was.

"Clint was singing," Tony said bluntly, massaging his temples. "My ears are in pain. Terrible, terrible pain..."

Steve shot the archer an incredulous look. "Hate to break it to you, Clint," he began slowly. "But Fury isn't even that bad."

Now it was Bruce's turn to walk in. His eyes were a shade of deep green and he looked mad. "Alright, who's screaming?"

Natasha looked up at him. "Chill, Bruce," she said calmly. "Clint was 'singing'" she made air quotes around the word singing.

"Yeah," Tony agreed. "You could kill him though." He added hopefully, his eyes brightening up.

Bruce shook his head, the green in his eyes vanishing back to their usual colour remarkably fast. "I think Clint's just found the only way to kill The Other Guy." He said regretfully. "Otherwise I'd try."

Tony shrugged, though he looked slightly disappointed. "Whatever," he said with a low sigh. "I think his voice sounds like he's being strangled by a big, green, rage monster." Bruce rolled his eyes and tried to suppress a smile. How was it that Tony managed to make him feel so at ease about The Other Guy?

"Uh, no," Clint shook his head indignantly. "Here, I'm gonna perform for you all."

"I'd really rather you didn't," Tony said exasperatedly, glaring at the archer.

But Clint just ignored him. He started to sing AC/DC, something he was sure would totally tick the billionaire off. Clearly he was right, Tony immediately yelled at him because apparently he was 'disgracing the best rock band of all time'.

But, nothing the others could do would stop Clint apparently. His screeching filled the air and made everyone cringe. Tony slammed his head on the table, something Natasha decided was going to lose him precious brain cells, and Bruce looked like he was about to 'Hulk out'.

"Excuse me, sir," JARVIS' voice made Clint stop singing immediately and Tony looked up.

"Sup, J?" Tony asked in a bored tone. He ran a hand through his hair and an expectant look overtook his previously irritated expression.

"I would like you all to direct your immediate attention to the latest video I have of Mr Barton." The AI suggested. Immediately a projector lowered itself from the roof, pointing at a bare white wall. "His position is in Adelaide, South Australia. It was taken just last week by Miss Romanoff on their mission to Australia. They are in the Adelaide Jail."

Natasha let out a rare smile and Clint blushed bright red. "JARVIS, don't you dare."

"If you wish, sir," JARVIS said obediently and the projector began to slide back into the roof with a low metallic rumble.

"No, JARVIS!" Tony commanded sharply. "Ignore him! Show us the video."

"Of course, sir," JARVIS said clearly more faithful to his 'daddy' than anyone else. Clint scowled and folded his arms irritably, obviously not too happy about being 'broadcasted' to his teammates.

Tony was hoping some serious blackmail material to come out of this and he grinned as the beginnings of the clip played.

Clint was strutting around in the Adelaide jail, around the Death Row. But the weird thing was; he was hollering something at the top of his lungs...

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie,

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye, singin...

This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

At the end of the verse, he struck a pose and walked back the other way, shaking his hips and singing the chorus all over again. The camera shook as Natasha fought back a laugh.

"You can't dance, Clint," she snorted and he raised his eyebrows before flicking back a non-existent lock of hair.

"It's called pizzazz, honey," he said snobbishly, placing his hands on his hips. He looked like he was trying hard not to laugh as he kept up the act.

Natasha laughed again, this time the camera fell from her hands and landed with a thud on the hard concrete floor, cutting of the video.

To be totally honest, he was actually really good.

Bruce and Steve turned around to face the archer, their eyebrows raised. Clearly they weren't expecting that. Thor looked mildly irritated, though it didn't seem as though he could choose out of being amused and annoyed because a slight smile was tugging at his lips.

Tony just frowned. "Clint, you'd better start running-" he began, narrowing his eyes. "-because I am going to kill you for annoying the shit out of me."


- Counting Stars