Natasha peeked cautiously around the corner. She fingered the trigger of her weapon. The target was a male about her age with brown hair who was similarly armed. The building was completely empty except for them. Stark would kill them if he found out. Clint was somewhere hidden in the building and he had the blue pellets this time. She had the red and she had clean the dried paint out of her paint ball gun where he had clogged it last time.

"Where are you Clint?" She grinned.

Part of the fun of this game was if you hit anything around you the secret would be out. They were both excellent sharpshooters so there had never been a problem except with clothes. This paint seriously wouldn't come out. It eve dyed your skin for a while no matter how hard you scrubbed. Natasha suddenly froze. Along the hall to the door there were two doorways facing each other. She was in one and she had just seen the flash of blue signifying Clint old clothes in the next.

"I know your there." Clint sang teasingly.

The door rang. There was a clatter of clicks rapidly sprinting down the hall. They both jumped and fired off several volleys at each other. A white blur canvas streaked past in the midst of their shooting at high speeds. The white slid to a stop.

"Oh shit." Clint swore.

The assassins looked at each other and to the white now red and blue racing striped dog. Peggy looked at them then down her sides.

"Oh Lord." Natasha pleaded.

Peggy looked over all her sides then started to lick.

"No!" Clint slid forward and grabbed her. "Don't lick those!" He looked up to the red haired woman. "What do we do?"

"Bath time?" Natasha called the dog and she and Clint dashed up the stairs to the female assassin's room.

Peggy panted happily as they drew the water. Clint and Natasha traded glances. Steve would kill them.

"Come on Peggy." Clint splashed the water.

The racing stripe dog jumped. They had apparently filled the tub too much and water lapped over the edge and splashed all over the walls and the assassins. Clint grabbed a random bottle and squirted it all over the dog. They stuck their fingers in and started scrubbing.

Natasha pulled back. "Clint this is conditioner! It won't clean a polished floor!"

"Shoot! Uh." Clint squirted out another bottle.

This time it foamed up floated all over the place.

"Is it working?" Clint wiped his brow smearing bubbles on his head.

Natasha pushed the suds to the side. "No. It's just smeared."

"Shoot."

"Was anyone going to open the door?" They jumped and spun on their knees to see Bruce in the doorway. "On second thought it looks like you have a good excuse."

"Bruce." Natasha relaxed.

"Listen. You gotta help us." Clint stood up dragging him in. "We got permanent marker paintballs all over Peggy and they won't come off."

"You did what?" Bruce pushed up his sleeves. "Hi girl." He patted the dog thoughtfully. "How about paint thinner?"

Clint flinched. "Won't that hurt?"

"Shouldn't." Bruce stood up. Natasha followed him. Peggy bounded gracefully out of the tube splashing water everywhere.

"No." All three shouted at once.

Peggy cocked her head putting her ears together at the noise. Bruce ran as fast as he could and grabbed the whole bucket from the section of the building that was currently under construction. He poured half over the dog and six hand scrubbed and scratch and rubbed over her trying to remove the paint. Water turned a variation of purple but finally Peggy was clean.

"Thank God." Clint leaned back as they finished drying her off.

The three flopped in the living room. Steve would be home any second and find his dog as sparkling clean as when he left. Seriously how many times a week did that guy bathe her. Peggy was literally always squeaky clean. The door opened.

"Hello?" The blonde man called.

Peggy slid off the couch and loped over barking.

"Hey girl. How's my pretty Peggy huh? Did you stay out of trouble?"

Clint and Natasha sighed in relief.

"Yes you … what's this?" His voice paused. "Clint! Natasha! Were you guys playing paintball in the tower?"

Clint cursed under his breath.

"Listen Steve." Natasha started. "We're really sorry and"

"Well I don't particularly care but Tony will if he sees your guns lying in the hallway." Steve walked past giving them a smile and Peggy trotted at his side.

Clint nearly slapped his face. Natasha just shrugged and pick up her semi-automatic. Clint grabbed his as well. Near miss. They gave Bruce a quick nod and thankful grin. The man just leaned easily against the wall.