Can I just say that I was not at all expecting the kind of response this story got?! Wow! Thank you all so much, you're all amazing! I'll definitely continue, so I hope you all continue to read it and enjoy it! :) -E

"What? You c… Tony, that's cheating!"

"Isn't."

"Is."

"Isn't. Actually, it's called winning." Tony smirked, laying on the couch upside-down, his feet hanging over the back. They were playing Mario Kart, and so far, Tony had won every game. Bruce grumbled quietly to himself, furiously pressing buttons on his controller. Crossing his legs, he leaned forwards slightly, eyes narrowing in concentration. The pair were silent for a while, focused on the screen.

"Hello, Brucie!" Tony laughed as he passed him. A second later he passed the finish line, winning yet again and Bruce threw the controller in frustration.

"How do you do that?!" he demanded, flailing his arms slightly.

"Natural-born talent, I guess," Tony laughed more and moved his legs so he could sit up-right.

"…Whatever," Bruce stood up. "I'm getting a snack. Want anything?"

"Mmm, maybe just some lobster. Steak?" Tony smirked and stood to go pick a different game.

"Riiiight," rolling his eyes, Bruce made for the kitchen, scoffing softly and muttering to himself. "'Natural-born talent,' my ass…" Tony chuckled softly, plopping down on the floor in front of where the rest of the games were kept.

"Any requests?" he called to Bruce.

"No racing!" Bruce replied from in the kitchen. Pursing his lips, Tony's finger grazed over the tops of the cases as he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced at the clock on the other side of the room. It was after 3:30 in the morning. 'Who the hell is texting me at 3 am?' he thought to himself as he dug his phone out of his pocket.

[3:33 am, Bird-Brain] Hey. Are you pulling some shit prank on Tasha?

Tony blinked, eyebrows furrowing more.

"Hey, Bruce? Are we pulling some 'shit prank' on Nat that I don't know about?" Bruce walked in the room, arms full with a few bags of chips and a couple of sodas.

"…No?" he answered, giving Tony a look before sitting back down on the couch. "Not that I know of, anyway."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Tony agreed, his voice quiet.

[3:34 am, sent] No? I've been up with Banner all night… Why, what's up?

A grin slowly crept on Tony's face as he saw the date on his phone.

"Heeeyyy… It's April first!"

"Oh, no."

"What do you mean 'oh, no'?" Tony grinned more, picking out a game and putting it in the console. He scooted backwards towards the couch and climbed up. "Best day of the year, hands down!" he laughed.

Bzzzzz.

Tony picked up his phone again as Bruce opened a bag of chips, the sodas between them on the seat.

[3:35 am, Bird-Brain] Prove it.

"What the hell?" he just stared at the message on his phone.

"Mmm?" Bruce scooted over to read the message. "Is that Clint?" he rolled his eyes at the name in Tony's phone.

"Yeah, he doesn't believe me that we're not pullin' shit on Tasha."

"Why don't we take a picture?"

"Or we could call."

"Or just take a picture," Bruce insisted and Tony sighed dramatically.

"Alriiiight. We'll take a picture." He opened the camera on his phone and aimed it at the two of them. Bruce smiled sweetly and Tony stuck out his tongue as he took the picture. He was about to press send when he stopped. "Wait, he'll just think that it's just a picture I had saved on my phone…" Bruce exhaled slowly.

"Wait! I've got an idea," he jumped up and ran back into the kitchen.

"What, run away and assume no responsibility for whether or not Clint believes us?" He heard Bruce rustling through a drawer quietly and sighed. "Come on, my arm's getting tired!" Tony complained, arm still up to take a picture. Bruce ran back in with an open notebook in his hands and jumped back into his spot on the couch.

"There!" he said proudly, showing Tony the sign he had made. 'Hi, Clint!' was written on the open page sloppily in sharpie. He held it up for the camera to see and smiled again.

"Whatever," Tony sighed again as he made a face and took another picture.

"Nice face," Bruce snorted and tossed the notebook to the side, picking the open bag of chips up again.

"Isn't it always?" Tony smirked and sent the picture.

[3:37 am, sent] (Attatchment) Seeeee?

"So why does he think you're pranking Nat?" Bruce asked, his mouth full of chip.

"Beats the hell out of me," he shrugged. "Maybe 'cause it's April 1st and I'm awesome?"

"Riiiiight," Bruce rolled his eyes, eating another. "Maybe she's pulling something on him?"

"Hm," Tony furrowed his eyebrows. "That… Could be true."

[3:39 am, sent] Hey Nat! So are you pulling some major shit on bird brain or what's up?

"Did Clint reply?" Bruce asked, leaning over to try and see the screen.

"No, I just sent a text to Nat." he picked his controller back up and gestured towards the screen. "Now are we gonna play? C'mon!" Bruce quickly wiped his hands on his shirt and grabbed his controller.

"Right! Sorry!"

Bzzzzzz.

Tony groaned and paused the game.

"Hold on," Bruce picked up one of the sodas between him and opened the cap.

[3:44 am, Babe] (Video attachment)

"Clint?"

"Nat, actually," Tony frowned slightly. "Video message."

"Well c'mon, then, let's see!" Bruce took a drink before quickly capping the bottle and scooting over to see the screen. Tony moved the phone slightly so Bruce could see easier and pressed play. Natasha was sitting against a wall with a towel on her head, one also wrapped around her body. The room was light up brightly but she kept glancing towards something off-screen, her voice never louder than a quiet whisper.

"Tony, if this is you, I swear to god. I'm going to cut your dick off. I already was talking to Clint and I…" she paused, staring at something the boys couldn't see. There was a low, almost growling whisper, but her lips weren't moving. "Natashaaaa…. Natasha, why are you scared? I'm not going to hurt you…" Tasha's eyes were wide, her lips parted. She didn't move a muscle. Silence. Clearing her throat very softly, she glanced back at the camera for a second, returning her attention to the door. "Cut it off… And feed it to you. Tony—" there was a loud banging noise and Bruce jumped slightly, quickly glancing at Tony then looking back at the phone. Tasha had a hand clamped over her mouth, her eyes clearly starting to water. "Natasha…" she whimpered very softly, hand pressing more against her mouth to try and keep quiet. "Time's up!" the voice whispered as the video suddenly cut off.

Reviews:

Broken Infinity- I love how this review was literally almost ten minutes after I posted the story, and already asked me to update. Thank you so much, that was awesome! ;)

PhoenixSong2013, Precious93, sillystarshine- Ahh, yes. My goal as ever to terrify the masses! Hahahah

rhien- Hahah! Yeah, I know Clint just called the police, but it's almost 4 am! He isn't going to drive all the way to Tasha's! (Proooobably)

SmileMore- This review literally made my day- it was so funny! And thank you so, so much! I really didn't think it'd be that interesting or captivating seeing as I wrote it at like 4 in the morning, but I really appreciate it! :)