Here's the next chapter :) I hope the time between updates is okay, I'm really enjoying writing this story so I think i'm doing them quicker than I usually do...hopefully this won't change :) Enjoy!

April Fool's Day

Clint yawned, stretched his arms into the air and scratched the back of his head. Pushing away the blankets and checking on Natasha he climbed out of bed and headed to the en-suite bathroom. Grabbing a towel and ditching his bed clothes he stepped into the shower and flicked the water on.

"SHIT!"

Natasha jumped awake at the sound of her partner cursing in the bathroom and, rather reluctantly, she got to her feet and went to investigate. Stepping into the bathroom she saw the marksman standing in the corner, a towel wrapped round him and a frustrated look on his face.

"What happened?" Natasha stifled a yawn after glancing around and seeing no immediate threat.

"No hot water. I stepped in the bleedin' shower and was given a bloody ice-bath!" He complained, even more annoyed as his teeth involuntarily chattered. Natasha laughed.

"It's not funny Tash I'm fucking freezing!" He replied in gritted teeth as she composed herself and looked between the shower and the marksman.

"I think you've just been pranked Barton – April fools and all that."

"You're evil Tasha." He followed her back into the bedroom, not angry, just not exactly amused.

"Hey! It wasn't my idea?!" Blame someone else thank you very much." She exclaimed, crawling back into bed and burying herself in the cushions.

Steve had got himself up a couple of hours later, and after a quick – very quick shower, due to the freezing cold water, he decided to head to the training floor earlier than he would normally. Grabbing his back he headed for the door, only to be stopped when the handle wouldn't budge.

"Hmm?" He mumbled to himself, pulling again on the stiff handle. Nothing. He dropped his back onto the floor and continued pulling, sure he must look ridiculous by now, but still to no avail.

"Hello? Is anyone out there?!" He called through the panels and waited for a reply.

"Steve?!" Tony. He should have guessed.

"Stark don't be a prat, let me out will you?"

"Err, Steve I hate to be a killjoy but erm…it wasn't me. And well, I can't get out either." Tony sounded sincere, and his voice far enough away to suggest he too was locked in his own bedroom.

"This is ridiculous." Steve mumbled and rattled to the door handle once more. It didn't make a blind bit of difference.

The other teammates had gathered by now, after hearing the conversation through the doors. A rope had been attached to either handle and no matter how hard Steve and Tony pulled, it quickly became obvious that they were in a rather inventive game of tug-of-war.

"I can hear you laughing! Open this door, right now!" Tony yelled, an attempt to be angry, instead sounded rather weak.

"An attitude like that I don't think I want too." Natasha replied as she walked past towards the kitchen.

"Romanoff, open this door or so help me God I will-"

"-You will what Stark? From in there I don't think you can do anything and you sure as hell haven't got the balls to do anything to me out here. I think you can stay in there until you cool off."

"Very amusing." Was all he heard as Clint, Natasha, Bruce and Pepper headed to the kitchenette.

The pranks then took a sudden downturn as a scream erupted from the opposite corridor. In sync, the four teammates in the kitchen dashed towards the sound, only to be met by a very angry, dripping wet, Jane Foster. More laughs were stifled.

"Who thought it was funny, to put a bucket of freezing cold water above my door?! I know it was one of you!" She exclaimed, wringing her hair out onto the carpet.

"Cool it, we've all had pranks on us this morning, someone's idea of April fools." Clint explained with a small smirk.

"April Fools? I have not heard of this? Is it another Midgard tradition?" Thor exited the nearby bathroom with confusion on his face and something in his hand.

"Typically yeah, it's the one day of the year you pull pranks on each other and shout April Fools. So far we have had, no hot water, Tony and Steve are trapped in their rooms and Jane's had a bucket of water dropped on her." Bruce informed the God.

Before the conversation could continue the entire building had been plunged into darkness. A yell of surprise came from both Tony and Steve in their own rooms and the others decided to find their way down and let the two men out.

Eventually, after a lot of bumping into one another, tripping over things and fumbling around in the darkness everybody had made it to the lounge and collapsed onto the chairs to sit this one out.

"I don't understand. If everyone is here, who is pulling all the pranks?" Steve asked.

"Maybe it really is a power cut?" Pepper suggested.

"I don't think so." Bruce quipped.

Further conversation was halted as suddenly, the team were drenched head to toe in water. The lights flickered back on and after initially being blinded by the sudden change soon enough all eyes adjusted and cast looks upon one another.

Each and every person sat on the sofas were soaked in water, relatively warm; hinting at the showers they were forced to ignore earlier. The sprinkler system that had been set up on the ceiling in case of fire had been tampered with, instead having large hose ends to drench them from head to toe almost instantly.

"That's it, drench the guy with a serious anger management issue, that'll work out fun for all of us." Clint brought up as he half-heartedly attempted to wipe some of the water out of his hair.

"It's fine, I'm used to surprises. Since New York I have a pretty tight lid on this now." Bruce replied, with a small smile on his face. Despite all being soaked it was difficult not to see the funny side.

"I believe you will all be needing these?" Agent Hill and a couple of other agents they didn't recognise walked into the room and promptly began handing out towels to those on the sofa.

"I swear, if any of you say April Fools you'll be eating through a straw for the next week." Natasha grabbed the nearest towel to her and began to run it through her hair.

"A last request if you will." Maria replied with a serious expression, dropping an envelope onto the table and exiting with the other agents in tow. Natasha snatched up the letter with her free hand and began reading;

Agents

April Fools! If you are reading this then I am dead. I hope I went down fighting. Nothing stupid like drowning in my own bath tub I hope.

I'm sure by now you are all soaked, fed up and exhausted and it's probably not even noon yet. I couldn't very well leave without saying goodbye now though could I? And when else do I get a chance to ultimately prank Hawkeye and Black Widow without getting an arrow through my eye socket? Exactly.

I'll leave this short, I don't want you hating me now I've gone but I wanted to wish you all good luck with everything, keep fighting and don't back down. Look after yourselves Clint, Natasha. And anyone else that's here reading/listening. Fury has just been telling me about an 'Avengers Initiative… I dunno, it could work. I believe in the idea.

Look after yourselves,

Agent, Phillip Coulson

"He's got a point you know. This was definitely the safest way he could prank us." Clint spoke quietly after a few minutes.

"If he wasn't already dead, I'd kill him." Natasha replied.

"He was a good man. A good hero." Thor offered and the two agents nodded.

"He just wouldn't give up." Tony commented.

"Thor…what's that in your hand?" Bruce noticed.

It was around half an hour or so after reading Phil's final word and the hot water had returned, allowing everyone to have a decent shower and something to eat. They were sat around the dining table with their own breakfasts when the object was finally noticed.

"I have been meaning to ask. I do not recognise it as something from my own world and it was found on the floor. I believe it is some sort of stick? Maybe a marker?" He suggested, handing it over.

"This isn't a marker…this is a pregnancy test."

All eyes fell on the three women at the table.

"Well it's not mine! I can't get pregnant!" Natasha spoke up, louder than initially planned when she caught both Clint and Bruce looking at her. Jane had a similar reaction.

"Pep? You wanna tell or shall I?" Tony asked with a small, unfamiliar smile on his face.

"Good God you're not telling me Tony Stark is gonna be a father?" Clint asked, rubbing a hand against his face.

"You are blessed with child?" Thor questioned loudly and after what felt like forever, Pepper nodded.

Thought I'd add a little something to the story :) Next chapter will be up soon and is gonna be: 4th July :)