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Prompt: Nat and Clint start a water fight.

This chapter has some swearing. Just so you know.

Natasha did not particularly like water. In fact, she despised it.

Not that she wanted her teammates to know this.

So, at the moment, she was crouching in the ceiling, waiting for THAT DAMN SNITCH- or, rather, Barton. She was armed with a bandolier of water balloons and a supersoaker.

It started two days ago. They had just beaten back Electro for the tenth time and were celebrating the traditional Tony Stark way: alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Some of them weren't inebriated: Cap didn't get drunk because he couldn't, Bruce decided it wasn't wise, and Thor needed much stronger alcohol (he had seemed disappointed by 'Midgardian ale').

The rest of them, however, had gotten drunk. So drunk. Especially, but not exclusively, Clint Barton, who seemed to have a very low alcohol tolerance (idiot couldn't even hold a shot of vodka) who then STUPIDLY decided to squeal.

"Y'know, Natasha can't swim."

The table had gone deadly silent. All of the other Avengers seemed very aware of their own mortality all of a sudden. Natasha had frozen in the act of cleaning one of the many small weapons on her person. She glared daggers at Barton.

"She hates water. Like a cat. I dunno why."

"Barton," Rogers had said (always the voice of reason), "this might be a great time for you to get a head start."

"Why?"

"Because Widow is going to slaughter you," Tony said helpfully.

"What- why- oh, fuuuuuuck."

"Better start running, dude."

"This will be most amusing!" Thor predicted. "On Asgard, slights done to warrior women do not go unanswered."

"Yeah, it's that way here too, buddy," Bruce said as Clint ran away from the table like there was demons after him.

"Shall we prepare the pop of corn?"

"Popcorn, Thor. Popcorn."

-HI I AM A LINE BREAK-

The next morning, Clint Barton woke up with a throbbing headache and the feeling that he had done something very, very stupid.

He was also soaked from head to toe.

"What the hell?"

There was a note stickied to his door.

You promised never to tell.

-Black Widow

Clint shuddered. She never used her code name with him unless she was SERIOUSLY pissed off.

He pried the door open and was immediately doused with another gallon of icy water.

"Well, today is awesome so far."

-I AM A LINE BREAK-

At Tony's request (read: nagging) the massive TV in the main meeting room had been hooked up so that whenever Widow pulled a prank (or Barton did, if he had an extra-strong death wish) the spectators would be able to see it happen.

They were rewatching Natasha's most recent prank when Barton came into the room, soaking wet. The immediate reaction of most of his teammates was 'are you crazy you'll kill yourself standing out in the open?'

"What the HELL happened last night?" Clint demanded, dropping to a less visible position on the floor.

"You angered Friend Romanov. We have used Midgardian money to predict how long you shall last," Thor said, sounding surprisingly upbeat.

"You're betting on- wait, of course you are. Doesn't matter. But what did I do to piss her off?"

The Avengers shared uneasy glances before Tony said, "You said Red couldn't swim and- HEY!" A water balloon, seemingly out of nowhere, had exploded against his chest.

There was a pause, then a spray of water hit Clint full in the face. He didn't even try to dodge, too busy standing in shock.

"I'm sorry?" he called weakly.

"That's not gonna cut it," Bruce said immediately. "She's not going to let off until she's gotten revenge. You should know that better than anyone."

"Ohhhh, I am so FUCKED!"

Another water balloon hit him in the chest. "Language!" Natasha sang from an indeterminate location.

"Not necessarily," Stark said softly so Natasha wouldn't hear. "She dragged me into this- I can help you out."

-LINE BREAK-

God bless Tony Stark. The man had only needed two hours to make water arrows, and damn did they work. Hawkeye's bow was slung across his shoulders as he wormed his way through an air duct. He had a good vantage point of the rafters from here.

There was a long pause before he saw a flash of red hair. He immediately loosed an arrow and was rewarded with a very gratifying and un-Black Widow-like shriek. Damn, she really didn't like water.

She was moving. The shadow flashed between the rafters. He shot a few more arrows. At least one, he was certain, hit its mark.

The Avengers on the floor below were not sure whether what they were witnessing was extraordinarily brave or extraordinarily stupid.

"Ten to one this just keeps escalating," Tony estimated.

"I don't like when you bet. It always ends badly."

"I wasn't betting, Capsicle. Just placing odds in case anyone feels like betting."

-LINE BREAK-

God damn Tony Stark. The man had a death wish even larger than his ego. She would deal with him later. The primary issue at the moment was that Barton was fighting back. And doing a pretty good job, surprisingly. This was becoming a very interesting game.

Barton was still going to die, of course. But until then, she could enjoy the fight. It was almost fun.

She glimpsed him in a doorway. Sloppy, Barton. A water balloon took him in the back.

He immediately whipped around and gauged where it had come from. Oh, damn it.

He had tricked her. That bastard. Oh, this was fun.

One of his water arrows took her into the thigh and she was almost immediately soaked. Stark, you are so DEAD.

Another narrowly missed her head and she took that as her cue to disappear.

-LINE BREAK-

Fury looked over the Avengers.

Stark: Still an ass.

Rogers: Good.

Banner: Good.

Thor: Good.

Romanov: Soaked.

Barton: Soaked.

Fury had to do a double take.

"Romanov. Barton."

"Yes, sir," the two responded in unison.

"Any particular reason you are making extra work for our janitors?"

There was a long pause while the two assassins seemed to consider the question.

"Not really, sir."

"I believe not, sir."

"Then why do you look like you just took an ill-advised shower?"

Both shrugged as innocently as assassins can. Steve then made the awful decision to try and explain everything.

"It's not a big deal, Fury. Natasha and Clint were just having a water fight. It's lasted about a week so far."

Both of the agents in question immediately glared at him. Steve swallowed hard.

"It started when Clint said-"

He was unexpectedly cut off by two water balloons directly to the face.

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