A/N: I would like to continue to thank everyone who has supported this fic so far. You're reviews, favorites, and follows mean a lot, and I wanted to say thank you. As always, if you want a certain scenario to happen feel free to let me know, and I'll see what I can do.

"Alright everyone, this vengeance meeting is called to order!" Tony tapped a small gavel on the table.

" 'Tis my turn now Man of Iron!" The Avengers gazed in horror as Thor lifted his hand which had somehow gotten hold of Mjolnir in the past three seconds. Fortunately Steve interjected at the last minute.

"No, Thor! We don't use war hammers for this table."

"Oh, I see. Thank thee Steve. Man of Iron, please proceed."

There was an audible sigh of relief from the entire table. Gathered at the table were Thor, Steve, Bruce, Tony, and Natasha. Clint had yet to return from his away mission.

"As I was saying, I take it that we all remember the events that took place this morning." Bruce shivered. "And it is only proper that we get some payback. All in favor say Aye!"

The announcement was followed by 5 Ayes.

"Good, now here's how we do it." The billionaire had an evil smirk on his face. Steve made a mental note to thank God that Tony was on their side. After all, the man might be one terrible lab accident away from criminally evil genius.

~3 Days Later~

Clint was putting on some casual clothes for the Avengers press conference when his phone rang. It was Natasha; therefore, it was picked up and answered immediately.

"Hey Nat. How's my little squirrel doing?"

Natasha mentally facepalmed. She still had no idea where he came up with the idea to call her a squirrel. All she knew was that in some weird way, she actually thought it was pretty cute.

"Squeak squeaker, squeak squeaken. I was just calling to let you know that Thor has broken the plumbing and water is seeping all down the hall. You'll need to use the air vents to get to the lobby."

"Okay. Well, I'll see you in a few minutes. Squeakers!" Clint hung up. He always felt so lucky that Natasha was okay with him calling her a squirrel as a term of endearment. He was even happier that he got to go through the air vents. He loved his air vents, almost as much as he loved Natasha, his bows, and his arrows, in that order to be exact.

Natasha began to call Tony. "He's getting in the air vents, proceed with phase 2."

"Great work Widow. Did he fall for the lie that Thor broke my plumbing?

"Clint would never believe that lie without water spilling down the hall. So I got Thor to actually break your plumbing. Have fun fixing that."

"YOU HAD THOR DO WHAT?!"

"Keep your voice down, Tony. Clint might hear you yelling. You do know that he won't get embarrassed by this, right?"

"I don't care if he turns beet red like Rogers at a strip club or is as nonreactive as a noble gas. This, is a matter of principle!"

"Whatever. Just letting you know that his reaction will not be what you're expecting. Widow out."

Natasha hung up the phone and made her way to her station for phase 2.

"This is Widow, phase 2 begins in t-minus 5...4...3...2...1." With that, Natasha turned the handle on a gas container that had been connected to the air vents.

"Everyone remember to put on your gas masks!"

"Hey, Capsicle. We won't need those, the gas is being pumped into the vents directly, and in small increments. Don't want birdbrain realizing what's going on too soon, do we?" Tony flashed one of his trademark smirks. "Let's go line up so that when Clint drops from the air vents we go straight out, and he has no chance to talk before it starts."

After they had lined up, it took Clint less than a minute to drop out from above. As soon as the others saw him, Tony led the line out to the stage where the press conference was set up. They would be taking questions from children.

As soon as they had all sat down, the press conference begin. As Tony had ensured, the first question was directed towards Clint.

A little boy of around six years-old walked up to the microphone. He was wearing a Robin Hood shirt. Needless to say, Clint was touched.

"Mr. Hawkeye, what's it like to live with the Avengers?"

"Well, I-" Clint stopped. His voice was squeaky, and high pitched. Why was his voice squeaky and high pitched? Stark. Definitely the only explanation. All the children who were present looked confused. Clint decided he'd play along. After all, when he was in the circus, the kids absolutely loved him. "Did I say something funny?" Clint acted confused. All the children began to laugh, especially once they heard a snort escape the nostrils of Iron Man.

"What's your name?"

"William, but ev'rybody always calls me Billy."

"Well, Billy," Clint squeaked, "living with the other Avengers is definitely an interesting experience. We basically act like big kids. You may be thinking that I sound funny. It's because these guys," Clint motioned to the other Avengers, "decided to secretly make me inhale some Helium, which is a gas that makes your voice squeaky. But I'm sure you guys don't want to hear about the pranks that go down between us."

Audible sounds of sadness could be heard escaping from the children.

"How about you guys ask my friends here some of their pranks next, but I just want to let you guys know that no matter how old you get, you need to never lose your sense of humor. Thanks Billy."

All of the children were still laughing, the parents were laughing, heck even Natasha was laughing. It was just impossible to take him seriously in that squeaky voice.

"Wait, Mr. Hawkeye! Could you say cacaw once. Please." Billy proceeded to give Clint the puppy dog eyes, and Clint was a sucker for nice kids.

So, Clint stood up, got on the table, placed his hands on his hips, and loudly yelled, "Cacaw!"

The crowd exploded into chants of cacaw. Clint was proud. The press conference continued and many embarrassing stories were shared. By the end of the conference Clint's voice was back to normal. He was too happy to be mad at Stark yet.

Natasha sat silent for most of the conference, but she decided that Clint was definitely getting some cuddle time tonight.