Hole-y Paperwork, Nick!
Fury was frustrated with Agent Barton's childish moodiness. He held the archer's latest stack of paperwork, scowling at the holes punched in it. "Hill, get me Barton."
"Yes sir," came Hill's reply as she tapped a holographic screen and called Avengers Tower.
~xXx~
The video call popped up when the whole team was eating dinner. Tony dropped his spoon in his whiskey glass, he was so surprised. However, he recovered quickly. "What can we do for you, O Fearless Leader?"
Fury looked unamused. "Barton. I would appreciate it if the next batch of paperwork you send in is lacking holes."
Clint shrugged. "I get stressed and hate paperwork."
Tony high-fived him. "You rebel, you."
Fury glared at them. "Let me put it this way: I expect no holes in your paperwork anymore if you do not want to be put on intern-duty." He ended the call with no farewell.
Clint groaned. "Nooo. I just finished using my Argentina report for target practice."
Natasha smirked. "You better get used to intern-duty then."
He scowled. "Not funny, Nat. How come he never yells at you for bulletholes in your paperwork?"
"Because I'm smart enough to take two copies and shoot one, fill out the other."
"I take it you do this a lot," Steve commented.
"Let's see you go on a three-day mission, then come back and fill out paperwork for twice that long," Clint shot back.
Steve smirked, an expression they didn't normally see. "Barton. My paperwork doesn't take me that long."
Bucky elbowed him. "Yeah, 'cause the serum lets you read faster and comprehend it."
Steve shrugged, smiling. "Not my fault."
Clint finished his plate and headed to his room to sulk. Intern-duty. Ugh. Arrogant brats who think they can replace the Avengers. I do not look forward to this.