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Disclaimer:

Sky: Oh here we go again. Clint, would you do the honors?

*Clint sulks in a corner, covered in slime.*

Sky: Oh come on! Please?

Clint: *Through gritted teeth* SkysFireLady15 doesn't own the Avengers.

V-Booby trapping the air ventsto prevent Clint and Natasha from using them to get around the tower

Tony gritted his teeth as he watched Clint and Natasha drop from the air vents into the kitchen, landing on a counter. Clint then walked over to the stove to begin making breakfast for the group while Natasha replaced the vent cover.

"Why can't they use the hallways like normal people?" he muttered to Bruce who was sitting next to him, staring in hatred towards the two assassins.

"Clint and Natasha aren't normal people," Bruce muttered back, taking a sip of his decaf coffee. "And if you hate it so much, why don't you find way to stop them?" Tony froze, then slowly turned his head to face his science bro (as the others in the Tower affectionately called them).

"Bruce, you're amazing! I'd call you a genius, but I'm in the room!" he cried, grabbing the poor doctor's arm and dragging him towards the elevator, spilling Bruce's coffee in the process.

"Where are you two going?" Steve asked, confused.

"Indeed friends! The Hawk has yet to complete our feast!" Thor thundered.

"Science!" Tony cried from the hall leading to the elevator. The rest of the team just shook their heads, they had long given up trying to understand the billionaire.

~Break Line whooooooo :D~

After of three hours of scheming and building, Tony was ready. After sending the doctor off to his task of distracting the assassins with new weapons testing in the firing range and rounding up several R&D people (this was the Stark Tower after all!), he set to work booby trapping the air vents. He assigned each person a section of the tower that the two S.H.E.I.L.D agents used the most, and the ones they used occasionally, just in case.

After being informed by JARVIS that Bruce, Clint and Natasha were almost finished with the weapons testing. He quickly finished the trap he was working on and sent the R&D workers back to their floor. He rushed back to the lab to observe the festivities from the night vision cameras he installed into the vents. Motion sensors tracked their progress through the vents, and would also tell him where they would enter, though he assumed they would enter through the vent in the firing range. He was just settling down with a large bowl of popcorn when a red blip appeared on the holographic map of the air vents, right above the firing range. He grinned widely. They would soon be approaching trap #1. The lab door opened with a hiss as Bruce entered.

"Grab some popcorn!" he called to the doctor, who hesitated, then filled a bowl, sitting next to his friend. "They're approaching trap 1," Tony told him around a mouthful of popcorn, Bruce looking sick as popcorn bits sprayed everywhere. Two shadows appeared on the screen as the assassins approached trap 1. Tony grinned when he saw that Natasha ahead of Clint in the vent.

"What's trap #1?" Bruce suddenly asked. Tony paused, thinking.

"I'm not sure, really. I didn't do that one. One of the R&D people did it." Right as he finished, something thick and gooey splattered the assassins. "Slime!" he shrieked happily. "JARVIS, who set that trap? Give them a raise! Or a promotion. Either one is good with me."

"Of course, sir," the automated butler replied.

"Uh, Tony?" Bruce's concerned voice drew his attention back to the screen. When his eyes rested on the holographic screen, he let out a shriek. Natasha's slime covered face filled the screen, hate burning in her eyes.

"Run and hide, Stark. Run and hide," she mouthed. Tony gulped, suddenly wishing he hadn't learned to read lips.

"JARVIS, prepare the safe room," he breathed, making a break for the door. He suddenly paused outside the lab, an evil grin spreading over his face. He then took off to his safe room, taking a route that took him past several booby traps. If he was going to die, he might as well make it hard for them to reach him!

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