A/N Look at that! A somewhat regular update. Miracles do happen. :P Thanks to MarvelAndDCWriter for the help on this one! :)

Requested by Dragoneisha:

"Tony." Clint's irritated morning voice was something normal to hear this time. Good.
"Featherface, not now."
"Tony, you're on fire."
His gaze shifted to his smoldering pant leg for barely a moment. "Oh. That I am."
"Are you going to do something about it?"
"No... bit more worried about the angry, pink-haired Natasha in the doorway."
The bowman's eyes snapped toward the aforementioned assassin.
"Oh.. that is more problematic."

Secret's Out

"Tony? Tony, come on, you need to wake up!"

"Go 'way Clin," Tony groaned at the, in his opinion, booming voice.

"Come on Tony, wake up!" Clint said, urgently shaking Tony's shoulder- Wait. That wasn't Clint.

Tony cracked his eyelids open to see Steve crouched over him.

"What are you doing here?" Tony mumbled.

"I'm here to try to save your life!" Steve hissed.

"What are you talking about?" Tony asked, sitting up.

"That," Steve said, pointing behind the billionaire.

Tony looked over his shoulder toward the doorway.

"Crap."

"Tony," Clint's irritated morning voice was at least something normal and safe to hear.

Good. He had back up. Sort of.

"Feather Face, not now," Tony said.

"Tony, you're on fire."

Tony's gaze shifted to his smoldering pant leg for barely a moment.

"Oh. That I am."

"Are you, you know, going to do something about it?" Clint asked.

"No... bit more worried about the angry, pink-haired Natasha in the doorway."

The archer's eyes snapped toward the aforementioned assassin.

"Oh... that is more problematic."

"Ya think so?" Tony asked sarcastically.

"We really need to get out of here," Steve said, beginning to wish he had never gotten involved.

Apparently it didn't pay to be a Good Samaritan. At least he had managed to put out the fire on Tony's leg. Now he just had to focus on surviving Natasha's fury.

"Where? Tony, being the idiot he is, doesn't have a back door!" Clint snapped.

"Hey in my defense, when this place was built there was no homicidal assassin living here!"

Said assassin took one step into the room and all three men scrambled to their feet and backed toward the back of the room. They were moving so fast and Tony and Clint were so hung over that Tony tripped over his own feet and fell into Clint who fell into a nearby wall, accidentally activating a hidden switch, a fluke that caused a hidden door to slide open.

"What's that?" Clint asked, picking himself up off the floor and moving toward the hidden room.

"That's nothing! Just an old storage closet full of old chairs and broken furniture and junk... And dust! Lots of dust. Bad for your health. Don't go in there!" Tony cried, desperate to keep anyone from seeing the inside of the room.

Steve, on the other hand, was still very aware of a certain former red head and current pink head that was still looking at them like a predator looks at prey. Steve grabbed Tony and shoved him toward the door that Clint had already entered. Then the soldier leapt inside behind them and slid the door shut.

"Oh, my... You are a closet nerd!" Clint exclaimed, causing Steve to turn around and take in the contents of the room.

He had to agree with Clint's exclamation.

"I am not!" Tony protested.

"Tony," Clint began, pointing to several items in turn, "those are Spock's ears, that is a Tardis, that is a Stargate, that is a lightsaber, and those," he said opening his arms to encompass the many garments hanging along one wall, "are costumes. And not the cheapy kind you get at Walmart. Those are real, authentic, custom made costumes from several Sci-Fi and fantasy TV shows and movies. You are a closet nerd."

"I- Wait," Tony said, narrowing his eyes. "The fact that you can recognize and name all of those things means you're a nerd too! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!"

"Yeah, but he didn't hide that fact while making fun of someone else for being a Trekkie," Steve said with a pointed look.

"Fair point," Tony admitted.

"Is that? It is! That is Legolas' bow!" Clint exclaimed excitedly.

"And that is a ticket stub for Star Trek Into Darkness!" Steve added, looking at a little piece of paper lying next to the Spock ears. "Why didn't you tell us you were a Star Trek fan? We could have gone to see the movie together," Steve said.

"Forget that! Why didn't you tell us you were a Sci-Fi and Fantasy lover? We could have been watching our favorite TV shows and movies together. We could have gone to comic con together!" Clint cried.

"Oh, how awesome would that be! We have got to go to the next comic con together," Steve agreed, having heard about comic con from Clint but never having been before.

"Yeah, the Avengers at comic con! I bet we could get our own panel," Tony said.

"Oh that is going to be so cool... or it would be if we actually had any hope of ever getting out of this room," Clint said morosely.

"About that. Whose stupid idea was it to dye Natasha's hair?" Steve asked.

"I don't know," Tony and Clint said in unison as they shrugged, "but it seemed like a good idea at the time."

A/N Let me know what you think! :)