Alright so I figured this would be something cute that could possibly happen. I mean really don't we all loose clothing once in awhile?
Bruce walked into the living area with a basket of folded laundry and stopped when he realized that Clint was sitting on the couch playing video games. "Have you by chance seen my sweatshirt? I can't find it anywhere."
"Did you check the laundry room?" Clint asked, sparing a glance over at Bruce.
"Of course. Wouldn't be asking otherwise."
"Sorry man, I don't keep and eye on the comings and going of clothing from the laundry room."
Bruce nodded before leaving the living room, thinking of all the possible places he could have put his sweatshirt. Over the next week he looked around the tower, before giving up, figuring it would return when it was ready to be found.
It was a bit of time before the next occurrence of missing clothing that Clint noticed happened. This time though it was to the Captain. Steve walked into the kitchen one afternoon and looked around for a minute before heading to the cupboard to make lunch. Clint looked at Steve and tilted his head.
"Missing something?"
Steve looked over at Clint slightly then continued his cooking. "Yeah, my red and black button up has seemed to have disappeared, you wouldn't happen to know where would you?"
"None, still not the one to ask about the comings and goings of clothing from the laundry room."
"Figured as much."
Clint walked out of the kitchen and made his way to the elevator thinking, 'Who would go around stealing articles of other peoples clothing?'
The next article of clothing to go missing was Clint's grey sweatpants. He wasn't worried about it, he had plenty to share with the mysterious clothing thief. Besides there was plenty of clothing in the tower that no one would run out, it was still against the rules to walk around in public areas in one's birthday suit. Hopefully the little thief realized this.
"Where is it! I swear I put it in my Armour!" Tony exclaimed from his now messy room. Clint having heard this, made his way through the vents to look down in Tony's room. Tony's normally semi-organized room was now a total mess, clothing thrown about.
"Well, what exactly are you missing?" Clint called from the vent, tilting his head slightly.
"Those ridiculous pajama pants that had me all over them," Tony replied too accustomed to Clint keeping an eye on everything from the vents by now.
"I have no idea why the little thief would possible want those. Maybe they are a fan," was the sarcastic response Tony got from the vent before Clint meandered off to god knows what part of the tower.
"Nat," Clint said as he knocked on her door softly before entering. "Isn't it about time you returned everything, little thief?" He asked after he shut her door. Natasha looked up at him.
"No."
He sighed and shook his head before leaving the widows room. She would do what she wanted, when she wanted. Nothing could change her mind.
Everyone, minus Natasha, was out of the house today. So where else would be best to hide out in her stolen clothing then the living room, so long as they all kept to their time tables and returned by dinner, she would be safe to wear it all until dinner. Well that had been the plan anyway until she fell asleep on the couch with a book in her hand.
"That explains a lot," Steve whispered as he walked into the living area where Natasha had passed out wearing Bruce's sweater, Tony's pajama pants and most likely his shirt underneath. Steve smiled slightly and shook his head. "I found our little thief," Steve said to the rest of the team as they walked in. Upon feeling all the eyes on her, Natasha opened her eyes slightly.
"Um...hi?" she said looking up at them.
"Our little thief indeed," Tony said smirking and sat down on the other end of the couch. "So is this a regular thing? Not that I'm complaining or anything, would just like to have an idea how many times you have stolen our things."
"It's not stealing when they are returned. I just happen to be borrowing them," Natasha stated as she sat up, letting the rest of the team join them on the couch. "Besides none of you have ever noticed before."
Clint wrapped an arm around her shoulders slightly. "While that may be true, I believe they would like some warning next time."
"Please?" Tony replied. "I really don't want to throw my clothing around my room again."
Clint scoffed slightly. "You're always throwing your clothing around your room, it has become a normal occurrence."
Tony shrugged. "Yes well..."
So while we may not have a super spy stealing our clothing, we most likely have someone taking articles of our clothing. This one is longer then the other ones have been so far, hopefully it is up to your expectations.
