HELLOOOOO EVERYONE! It's ME! ME as in Majestic Elephant™! I finished writing this chapter much earlier than I expected! So… Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter! :D I read a suggestion from a Guest to do this so… I hope whoever that Guest was enjoys this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't even own a drop of water from the Marvel universe :(

Well, anyways, I feel like you should get reading now… Enjoy!

Just like any normal day, Peter and Nat was slumped on the couch after a long day of Avengering surrounded with passed out Avengers on some questionable surfaces. (I'm looking at you Tony. How the hell did you get on top of the cabinet?!)

"So… you ever gonna tell me who painted the armor pink back in Wakanda? Or are you just gonna leave me in the dark." Peter leaned over towards Nat with puppy eyes.

"Fine," Nat whispered and waved him closer in case he woke someone up, although the chance of actually waking up an Avenger after a mission is quite low. But hey, if anyone can do the impossible, it was Peter!

She whispered into his ear the name of the War Starter™ and Peter let out a way too loud to be normal gasp. It would probably be more accurate to call it a weeze.

"What?! Are you sure?!"

"Are you doubting me?" Peter gulped

"N-no. It's just that sometimes you aren't the most reliable of people…" Peter cringed at his own words. He might as well just dig his grave now.

"Who do you think I am?! Tony?! No, I'm Natasha Fucking Romanoff-"

"LANNNN-"

A deep rumbling shook the whole world as Peter's spider-sense went haywire. He jerkily turned his head towards the doorway where the literal definition of a hunk leaned.

"-NGUAGEEE!"

And the world was shooketh.

"I feel like we shouldn't be doing this again," Peter said, crawling through the vents for the second time that month.

"Just keep on moving, we're almost there." Peter rolled his eyes, not noticing that there was an opening in the vents right in front of him.

"AHHHH!" Peter screamed as he fell 5 feet from the vents onto a… plush, comfortable carpet? Nat swung gracefully from the vents and landed in a iconic spider land.

"Hey! You stole that from me!" Peter whined.

"No, you stole it from me! I used it before you-" Nat stopped when she realized that if she started this conversation again, they would never get anything done… in the next few hours. Peter crossed his arms and pouted childishly at her.

"So, you brought the "improvement" right?" Nat said nonchalantly as she looked for a certain something. Peter's eyes widened as he realized he remembered that he had left the "improvement" in his school backpack.

"Peter…" Nat seethed as she turned around slowly. Peter screamed and used his webs to swing into the vents. Nat raced after him, her rage fueling her every move.

"PETER! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" Nat screamed in Peter's direction.

Nat could hear Peter faintly echo back a "Language!"

After finally getting the prank set up, Nat and Peter collapsed on the couch. It wasn't a hard prank to be done, per se. The opposite actually. But it just happened that the "improvement" Nat had trusted Peter to make had not been in his backpack, but rather his school.

So Nat, being the "most caring" and "most thoughtful" person ever, aggressively drove Peter all the way to Midtown High, almost killing them a few times by being "super cautious". But they couldn't just waltz into a High School NOOO! Apparently, that wasn't allowed! So they had to go through the vents (the THIRD time in the span of a month, may I say). By this time, both of them had been so used to crawling through vents that they made it through the school and retrieved the "improvement" rather quickly.

(Peter also found out that Nat had apparently remembered the whole layout of Midtown High.)

Now, two hour after the time Nat had planned to have finished setting up the prank at, the Avengers were still passed out on the floor. If it was anyone else, Nat and Peter would have cared about if they were okay. But they already knew, the Avengers were never okay.

"So…" Peter started, "I'm bored." Nat looked at him in exasperation.

"I'm not even gonna say anything."

"But you just did-"

"Shhh… I must rest my soul." Nat dramatically placed her hand over her head.

"I challenge you to a round of Uno." Nat practically jumped off the couch.

"Did you just challenge Natasha Fu-"

"Language," Cap muttered as he turned on his side to continue sleeping.

"-Romanoff to a round of Uno?" Nat raised her eyebrow.

"Well that's what I said didn't I, Grandma?"

"Hey! I'm only 84- I mean IT'S ON!" The next few hours consisted of very intense rounds of Uno, a game purely based off of luck (or shuffling skill, Nat had pointed out). After a few rounds though, the game didn't seem like a game of luck anymore. Cause Nat was on a winning streak of 9.

"I give up!" Peter said, flopping on the couch.

"Well that's what you get for challenging me to an Uno-off" Nat smirked.

"Hummph…"

The next day, during training, the Avengers, finally out of their deep slumber. I would call it a beauty sleep but those guys while sleeping aren't beauties *shudders*. As the Avengers each did their own training, Nat and Peter were watching a certain someone from the corners of their eyes.

A second later, the prank the spider bros were waiting for was finally triggered.

"AHHHHH!" Clint screamed as his own arrow chased after him. "THIS IS DEFINITELY DEFYING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!"

"Nobody cares about physics, Legolas! This is comic book after all!" Tony screamed to him while hysterically laughing.

"WHAT COMIC BOO-" As Clint was distracted by Tony's fourth wall break, the arrow had a chance to catch up and stick to his knee.

"AHHH!" Clint shrieked as the arrow to his knee made him lose balance. He stumbled and then fell straight on his face onto the floor.

"Now that is an arrow to the knee!" Cap laughed at his own joke.

Peter winced as he saw Nat scrape Clint off the floor. She stared the War Starter™ straight in the eyes and started her interrogation.

"So War Starter-" Nat whipped her head dramatically in Peter's direction, "™, why did you turn the Wakandan warriors' armor all pink?" Clint laughed.

"So that's what you noticed?" Nat looked confused. "You didn't notice me in the vents when you guys pranked Tony? Or when I made a Science Bros T-shirt when you pranked Bruce?" Nat and Peter's eyes widened. They did notice all that.

"I followed you guys around since you guys started pranking everyone. Tony told me to keep Peter in line, I just didn't realize he meant an 80 year old grandma too-"

"Oh god, not you too-"

"WAIT! SO IT WAS YOU TWO WHO HAS BEEN PRANKING US?!" Nat and Peter's eyes couldn't have gotten bigger.

Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! I had Clint planned out from the start, I just wanted to be the one to be the one to catch them and blab to the Avengers XD

Also, I followed the canon that Nat was only a few years younger than Cap and Bucky and the serum that she was injected with in the Red Room had made her age slower. I just wanted to make a few jokes about how old Nat is. :p

I hope the Guest who requested me change Clint's arrows with something stupid, here you go. I don't know if this is what you wanted but… I tried my best. *grins sheepishly*

Leave a review if you want, I enjoy reading them a lot!

-FluffKat