AN: Tumblr prompt: Danny in a prank war w someone (a villian maybe? or hero, either would be awesome!)

Drabble 39-Pranks

Danny didn't let himself make a noise as he watched from the corner of his room, invisible, as Clint snuck in. Sam had gotten him some chocolate bunnies for Easter, and someone had been stealing them from him. So he left a little surprise in them.

Clint unwrapped the foil around the small candy and popped it into his mouth. Danny had to suppress his laughter at Clint's disgusted expression. He had to thank Tucker for the idea of filling the chocolates with mustard. He quickly took a picture of Clint trying to get the taste out of his mouth and left.

Lucky for him, this was just the first of many pranks he would pull. Revenge certainly was sweet.

It was supposed to be just a normal day in the lab. he would upgrade his armors and maybe give FRIDAY some new software he and the Foley kid made. It was going to be quiet minus the classic rock he blasted from the speakers, because even geniuses needed help focusing sometimes. But he knew something was immediately wrong when it went from AC/DC to the Bee Gees.

Stayin' Alive blasted through the speakers, and no matter how many times he told FRIDAY to shut it off, she wouldn't.

And then things got really weird when DUM-E and a couple of his other helpers started to do some weird robot synchronized dancing. Tony knew he didn't program them to do that. But as long as they weren't breaking anything, fixing them could wit until later. After all, he had some more important things to do.

Three hours later an the same song was still playing on repeat, and his robots were still dancing, and FRIDAY still wouldn't stop them. He rubbed his face and tried getting them to stop by pulling out the wiring for one of the bots. The wiring he knew should have shut them down. But they kept on dancing. He yelled in frustration, not noticing the stifled laughter coming from the vents from the Tower's two best friends, Danny and Tucker.

Danny sighed, feeling refreshed after his shower. Thankfully there was a bathroom in his room, so he didn't have t share, and his dresser was closer.

He held up his towel with one hand and was attempting to dry his hair with another towel in the other as he headed to his dresser to grab some boxers.

Which were not in his drawers.

In fact, all of them were empty. There were no socks, shirts, shorts, shirts, anything. His large walk-in closet was empty as well, as if nobody had ever hung their clothes up in there. He wrapped his extra towel over the one alredy on his waist and walked out of his room. He had a feeling he knew exactly who to look for.

He was in the kitchen making coffee, arguing about ghost physics or something. Danny marched right up to him and looked him square in the eyes, not backing down.

"Tony, what did you do with my clothes?" he demanded. Tony gave him a confused look.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied calmly.

"You're lying," Danny insisted, really hoping that Tony was the one who did it. Stark shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Danny's heart sunk. "Well if it wasn't you, who was it?"

"I don't now, but I bet you they're on the roof. I'm pretty sure that's your shirt falling from the sky."

When Danny made it to the roof it was none other than Clint and...

And Sam?

"Traitor!" He yelled at his girlfriend as she tossed a pair of his favorite sweats into the sky. She just smirked and continued whatever she was doing.

"What are you doing?" He asked, walking up to her and stupidly ignoring Clint. "I thought we were partners in crime!"

"Not when you pull these dumb pranks on everybody, Danny. Maybe you should try pranking someone who deserves it." Another one of his shirts was gone, and he was starting to feel a draft. He didn't know how to feel about it.

But one thing he did know was that she was right. And he knew exactly who to go to.

He suddenly felt a sharp tug at his waist and whirled around, only to see Clint's disappointed look as he held one towel in his hand. The other one was somehow still around Danny's waist.

"But-" Clint started. Danny cut him off when he grabbed a shirt hit him with it. He couldn't stay long.

After all, he had some business to take care of.

The Red Skull was a dignified person. He had always prided himself in it, on top of being a cunning mastermind. And as such, he would not stand for this. He would kill whoever did this to his portraits hanging on every room in the base.

Every single picture or painting of him had a picture of Nicholas Cage's face superglued to his. It was unflattering and downright stupid.

Danny laughed all the way home.