A/N: Thanks a lot for the reviews, follows and favorites. They all mean a lot to me!

This will probably have four, maybe five chapters, but there's a chance it could be longer.

Anyway, next chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

Chapter Two: The Counterattack

The security counsel of the United States of Stark Tower had assembled in their super secret war room, otherwise known as the kitchen in Tony and Pepper's penthouse apartment, to discuss a plan of action.

President Steve Rogers had declared war on the Communist Dictatorship of SHIELD after three of their agents had callously and mercilessly killed the girlfriend of General Tony Stark.

The two, plus Jane, Colonel Bruce Banner, Lieutenant Thor Odinson and Pepper's ghost were gathered in the kitchen, erm, war room to discuss their counterattack.

"We have everything we need, Mr. President, for our assault. State-of-the-art paintball guns, plastic knives fashioned to smear paint on contact, durable body armor, paint grenades, helmets with comm links. We are ready for battle, sir," Colonel Banner stated to the President of the USST.

President Rogers nodded and picked up an paintball gun, and inspected carefully. "Excellent. Lieutenant Odinson, intel."

Thor stepped up to the table and placed a map with several different sections shaded different colors. "Yes sir, Lord President. It had become well known that the interloper known as Hawkeye enjoys target practice here, in the targeting range in the gym on the fifteenth floor. As for Black Widow, she goes out of a late morning jog at 0900 hours every morning, and this coincides perfectly with Hawkeye's practice time. When she leaves, we strike him, hard." He smashed his fist into his open palm as the others nodded.

"Divide and conquer," Colonel Banner said with a sly grin. "And as for Mockingbird?"

"She usually practices her gymnastics at 0930 hours every morning."

General Stark stepped up and patted Lieutenant Odinson on the shoulder. "Good work, Lieutenant. Mr. President, I suggest we strike the Hawkeye at 0925 hours tomorrow. It will be too late for him to rely on Black Widow, and too early for Mockingbird. We kill him, and then take her out when she comes to practice her gymnastics. And I don't mean out for schwarma."

President Rogers took a few moments to think it over. "Make it so, General. Let's get ready."

"Yeah, let's do this," Jane said excitedly. Thor shook his head firmly. "But Thor, I want to avenge Pepper's death too!" As she said this, Pepper's ghost put way her plate and kissed Tony on the cheek.

"Good night, Tony," she said.

Tony's lip began quivering. "I can still hear her voice calling out to me. Good night, my love, wherever you are resting eternal." Pepper rolled her eyes and went to bed. "Jane," he said firmly, "I will not allow these, these terrorists to bring your young life to a tragic end like they did Pepper. I'm sorry, but you'll just have to sit this one out."

Jane scoffed and slumped in her chair, pouting angrily. Thor feeling sorry for leaving her out, cupped her face gently. "My Lady, be reasonable. Lady Pepper's life was snuffed because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. If such happened to, why I–" He stopped, close to tears and unable to muster the strength to even complete the thought.

Jane, no feeling bad, kissed Thor on the cheek. "Oh alright. I'll find some other way to help out."

"Propaganda," Steve suggested. "Every bond you buy is a bullet in the barrel of your best guy's gun."

"Or in this case, paintball gun," Bruce added. They all shared a hearty laugh.

"Okay, gentlemen, get plenty of rest. For tomorrow, we have a breakfast date in hell!"

United States of Stark Tower War Room, 0900 hours the next day.

Morning came quickly for the four man army of the United States of Stark Tower's Avenging Avengers Brigade. They stood in the war room, each decked out in full battle regalia and prepared for murder and vengeance. Each one was armed to the teeth; a fully loaded paintball gun, with two extra cartridges, a paint knife, a pair of smaller paintball guns in the shape of handguns, and five paint grenades.

Jane gave each man a good luck kiss on the cheek before they moved out. "Godspeed, boys."

"Thank you, Jane," President Rogers said graciously. "We'll avenge our friends death and bring those terrorists the payment they've earned."

Lieutenant Colonel Jarvis informed them that Natasha had left the premises. "Excellent. We'll travel to the sixteenth floor, and then travel down through the vents to the fifteenth and then catch him unawares," Tony said. They nodded and did just so.

It had been a great twelve hours for Clint. He, along with his friends Natasha and Bobbi, had killed Tony and Bruce. It was unfortunate that poor Pepper Potts had gotten caught in the crossfire, but that was the way war went sometimes. Sometimes innocents were killed for the advancement of the goal.

He had just finished shoot a few quiverfuls of arrows into the targets at the shooting range on the fifteenth floor of the tower and headed for the locker room. Realizing that the had forgotten his water bottle. He turned and headed back, only to stop when he heard what sounded like the distinct sound of the cover to the air vent being opened and four people landing on the ground, followed by a 'shh'ing noise. "Nah," he said and continued on his merry way, even whistling a jaunty tune.

When he turned back around after grabbing his bottle, he saw Tony, Steve, Thor and Bruce all standing in the doorway. All of them carrying what looked like… Crap.

Clint smiled nervously and put his hands up. "Hey guys. Let's not do anything hasty here."

"Bargaining for a surrender, are we," Bruce mocked as the cocked their guns and took aim.

Clint, now very nervous and close to running, as he was unarmed and, more importantly, unprotected, began backing away. "Wait, I can explain!"

"Cherish your life, mother fucker," Thor said as they opened fire on the lone hawk. Clint grunted, yelled and shrieked in pain as the paintballs pelted his bare flesh with little remorse. Even after he fell to the ground in a heap, they continued their assault. They didn't stop until he stopped moving.

Clinton Francis Barton. The second casualty of war.

"Hey wha– Clint! Noooooooo!" Bobbi surged in and dropped to her knees, cradling the dead man's head in her arms. Close to tears, she looked at his murderers with eyes filled with fury and hatred. "You bastards! You'll pay for this! I swear you will!"

"Tell it to the devil when you get to hell, bitch," Tony stated before they opened fire on Bobbi. She had the good sense to run, but her speed was no match for the flying pellets of compressed paint. She fell to the ground and died quickly as pellet after pellet pelted her bare back and legs.

Dr. Barbara "Bobbi" Morse. The third casualty of war.

Thor kicked her leg. "Ow," she said.

"She is indeed no more, my friends."

"Good riddance," Steve said. "Her homemade chicken noodle soup was terrible."

"You said you liked that!" The ghost of Bobbi exclaimed, surprised that Captain America had told a lie.

"Let's go. Let Black Widow see her two teammates dead and realize the folly of crossing the United States of Stark Tower."

As the four soldiers filed out, Natasha came out of the locker she was hiding in. Her eyes widened with shock and horror at the sight of her two friends dead. "No… NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she yelled angrily at the heavens. She dropped to her knees as angry tears streamed down her face. "I swear upon all that is just and right in the world, you bastards will pay for this affront! I swear!"

A/N: Hm, I wonder what Natasha will do for a counter-counterattack. ;)