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The Collaborator

Clint came into the labs, looking around until his eyes settled on the woman quietly muttering to herself as she was working on an equation on what Stark called the most primitive item in the labs—a white board.

He went over to her, saying, "Hey."

She flicked a look over to him. "Clint."

"Uh, I heard that you have experience with, uh, practical jokes."

"Yes." But she kept working on the equation.

"What do you mean by experience?"

"I grew up with two pranksters that went on to open joke shops in the UK, Ireland, and now one here in New York." She looked to Clint. "I test their products and also have created a few." She made a correction to what she was doing and went on to say, "Why do you want to know?" She rolled her eyes, muttering, "As if I didn't already know."

"I want to pull a prank on Stark."

She winced. "Not a wise idea, choosing Stark. There are more than a few people I wouldn't target. My sister, Tony, Natasha, Bruce, and Pepper just to name the top five of those I wouldn't try to prank."

"Why not?"

"Because with the exception of Bruce, all of them would get back at you tenfold. Bruce would just turn into Hulk and no one wants that."

Letting out an exacerbated sigh, he asked, "Then who would you prank?"

"Me?" She was thinking it over, as she kept up her work on the board. "I couldn't rightly say."

"Oh, come on!" he snapped. "Something tells me you know exactly who you would go after."

"Perhaps," she admitted, as she turned to face him as he pulled a stool over and sat down. "But I don't pull pranks, not the kind you think of anyway."

"Then what do you do?"

"Me?" She smiled. "I'm much more subtle." Darcy joined her there, looking at him both smiling wickedly.

"What?" He stood up sharply looking down to the chair, half expecting to have been glued there. But no, this wasn't the case.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I said subtle. Gluing you to a chair like that isn't shrewd in the least."

"You were right!" Darcy chimed in. "Sometimes the more understated is the way to go."

Clint ran out of the labs, trying to find a mirror to see what they did to him.

Tony's head popped up, asking, "What did you do to him?"

"Not a damn thing!" Darcy crowed, as she was laughing.

"About the only thing we did was allowed it to leak that I had experience with practical jokes." Hermione smile grew. "It's amazing what one person's imagination can do after that."

Tony grinned. "Damn, you're good."

"I try." She looked at her watch. "I best be off." Looking to her sister, she reminded her, "Stick to Thor's side today. Clint still might strike while the iron's hot. But Thor will take it as a personal afront while you're in his care."

"Will do!" she called to her, as she was leaving. "What about you? What are you doing to stay safe from Clint's revenge?"

"I have an OB/GYN appointment. Unless he can manage to get fireworks and streamers into my person to erupt when my healer goes in for a look, there's not much he can do to me for the time being."

"I knew a stripper once that could…" Jane threw a book at him.

"No one wants to hear that story again!" she snapped, as she went back to work.

Rolling his eyes, he muttered, "I work with puritans." Thinking that he was going to be black and blue for at least a day added, "With way too many books at hand for throwing."

Chuckling to herself, Hermione announced, "Until later, puritans." She looked to Stark who was still rubbing his arm where the book hit, adding, "Heathen."

"That's scoundrel to you." He sat down and soon enough found that he couldn't move. Tony tried to look, but found that he was well and truly stuck to the chair. Though how was a complete mystery. "Hey, guys?! Help! I'm stuck!"

Hermione stepped out the door, giving Clint who was standing there a high five just as Darcy joined them in the hallway.

"I told you that it would work," Hermione told him, looking at her watch. "He'll be free in approximately half an hour." She looked to her sister. "Call me if he is stuck for longer."

"Okay," she said. "Do you really have a doctor's appointment?"

"Yes," she answered. "I'll see you when I get back."

She was still making her way over to the elevator, when she heard, "I still can't believe she invented a glue especially for a prank that would release him in half an hour! Thanks for putting it on his chair while your sister kept him occupied, by the way." There was a pause followed by, "Your sister is scary smart."

"Yeah. Totally."

TBC…

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There you have it! Another oneshot out to you. Thanks for reading and I hope that you're all having a splendiferous day!