A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to the wonderfully patient guest reviewer ShadowWolf. I thanketh thee for thy patience and understanding. It doth make me hope that thou likest this tale which hath been attributed to thee! Hey, gimme a break, I was feeling Shakespearean. No, I doth not wear my mother's drapes... Anywho, I hope you all enjoy, and as always if you want to see anything happen, let me know! Oh dear, look at me prattling on without thanking everyone who's followed, favorited or reviewed! I thanketh thee! Now you may proceed with the reading. You get a cookie if you read all of this A/N. XD

~Flashback~

"Hey, do you two still have that catapult?"

"Yes." Clint and Natasha looked intrigued.

"Is that Renaissance Fair still going?"

They nodded.

"Good. Because we need 12 more catapults."

Three months had passed. Tony's beard had grown back. It was time for some payback.

For the past few months, Tony had been buying the 12 catapults. He had a plan, but he needed to tell the other Avengers. They deserve some revenge just as much as he, and his beard, did. But where could he bring them that was away from the watchful eyes of SHEILD. Tony thought hard. Finally, he had it. It was time to go to the one place that SHEILD would never dare to enter: Natasha's Flat, with her permission of course. Fortunately for Tony, she agreed.

The Avengers all entered the quaint flat. They were surprised at the sheer amounts of pink and lime green.

"Does the Widow actually have a girly side?" Tony made sure to flash Natasha a smirk.

"Not this much." Natasha kept her voice flat and rolled her eyes when Clint giggled. "Come on sweetie, let's let everyone else in."

Everyone except Clint looked confused. Said confusion only increased once Clint and Natasha left the room via a vent in the kitchen.

"That's just wierd."

"Remember Tony, you were the one that picked here to meet."

"Steve. How many times do I have to tell you to stop harshing my mellow?"

"Hey, guys!"

"Man of Iron. Where doth that voice come from? Why doth it sound like the Eye of the Hawk?"

"Thor, I'm yelling through the vent shaft. You all need to stand on the kitchen floor. Oh, and Nat says to stay away from the cereal boxes."

"You know Bruce, I'm glad we assigned Thor duty. It makes everything so much easier. THOR! Clint just told you not to go near the cereal boxes. DAMN! HOW MANY BULLETS DOES THAT WOMAN NEED?!"

Everyone was shocked to see that the cereal boxes, as Thor had just opened a box and poured some "cereal" into his hand, contained bullets. Lots of bullets. Needless to say, they all decided it was best to keep their hands to themselves. Fortunately, before Thor messed up something else, a portion of the living room floor opened up, with what appeared to be stairs leading to somewhere below. Cautious, all the Avengers nudged toward the opening. They were three feet away from the opening.

"BOO!" Clint popped his head out of the opening. He was expecting reactions. What he wasn't expecting were four girlish screams.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Come on ladies. The real flat is down here. Can't believe you guys screamed like girls because of that." Clint disappeared down the shaft.

Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Steve were breathing heavily, trying to calm down. After a few moments they each climbed down.

"Now this looks more your style. Red, comfy, weapons as decor."

"So glad to hear you approve of my decorating skills. Anyway Stark, didn't you have something to discuss?"

"Yes, right. Everyone take a seat." Everyone complied. "I think it goes without saying that we all remember the certain events of three months ago. Woah! Natasha, put the knife down. Wait, where did you get it from?"

"You really think that I wouldn't stock my residence with weapons?" Natasha raised an eyebrow. Tony took the hint and continued.

"Anyway, I have a plan. A plan to get some much needed payback. Over the past three months I have accumulated 12 catapults, 13 if you count the lovebirds'." Natasha pulled the knife out again. Tony miraculously got the hint again! "But that's beside the point. The point is, we can prank Fury and SHIELD at the same time!"

The other Avengers all began to get evil grins on their faces. There was no way that they would be missing this opportunity.

"So tin can, what's the plan?"

"Interesting you should ask, birdbrain. We're going medieval on Fury. The plan, is to utilize those 13 catapults, yours getting placement of honor, to create a massive food fight at a picnic for the SHEILD agents which I will be hosting in honor of the anniversary of our victory over Loki."

"That'll be fun until the SHIELD agents break out their guns."

"Relax Banner. That's where you and I come in. We will be making a compound which, when fired most likely by birdbrain over here, will temporarily prevent their guns from working."

"They'll still come running to beat us up."

"Steve, that's where I come in again. The compound will also bond with their clothing so that they will be unable to move from their seats...that is, without significant embarrassment." Tony flashed an evil grin.

"Tony, I do believe this is one of your best schemes ever."

"What?! A compliment from the Widow? I can die happy!"

"Shall I send you on your way now?"

"Point taken, and no. Natasha, there is one last favor."

"What is it Stark?" She began to reach for her knife.

"To prevent SHIELD from unwittingly discovering our plans and the compound that Bruce and I will be working on, we're going to need to do this somewhere off of SHIELD's radar..."

"Very well, but if I find any of my weapons out of place. I will get you."

"Understood. In two months, WE SHALL HAVE VENGEANCE! Oh, and did I mention that we're going to be painting ourselves Braveheart style and going down ourselves to personally throw food in their faces?"

"Huzzah! 'Tis a most excellent plan!"

"Well, at least Point Break digs it."

"I'm in." Steve looked evil for once.

One by one the Avengers confirmed their willingness to take part. The deed was done.

"It is settled. We meet here again in two months!"

~One month later~

Tony was sitting in front of Director Fury. He really didn't want to have to be there, but there was no other way that the plan would work.

"I'm telling you Fury, this idea is pure gold!"

"And until I see it visibly turn gold. I'm ignoring your stupid-ass idea."

"Fury, I haven't even told you my idea and you're already turning it down? I'm hurt."

"You have thirty seconds."

"Just thi-"

"Twenty-five."

"I want to throw a surprise picnic for the agents of SHIELD on the anniversary of Loki's defeat."

"Hmmm. Not bad Stark. For once, not bad at all."

"But, if you don't mind, I want it to be a surprise. A legitimate surprise, as in they don't even have time to change uniforms surprise. You call them together, then BOOM! We take them directly to the picnic grounds, which I am in the process of picking."

"Alright Stark. You've got it."

Tony mentally fist-pumped and did a happy dance. "Knew you'd love it."

"Hahaha. Get out. Now."

"Right-o daddy-o. Oh, and all this bleary dreary stuff? So not my style."

~One month later~

"Guys, it's time. Let's go over the battle plan. Clint take it away."

"Alright Tony. As soon as all of the SHIELD agents, including Fury who has been placed on the seat of honor, you announce the firework spectacular; I shoot the "fireworks"; SHIELD agents are left without working weapons, and are glued to their seats, leaving the only way to get up as taking off their jumpsuits and running around in underwear. Then, each of us will launch two catapults. Once we launch, we get on the horses and attack the agents with the water guns filled with syrup and the bags of feathers. For the grand finale, we food massacre Fury and give him the ride of his life." Clint said the last portion with a pure evil smirk on his face.

"Well, you heard birdbrain! I've gotten everything prepared. Let's do this!"

"Hello agents of SHIELD! Is everybody having an awesome time?!" Tony was answered with cheers. Even Fury appeared to be having a good time, but Tony could never be 100 percent sure. "Well, our resident archer and I have teamed up to give you all a spectacular daytime fireworks display. Not only will these look fantastic, because you all definitely expect boring from me, but you will feel water fall on you! That's right, I've created user friendly fireworks! Now enjoy! Clint, light 'em up!"

The agents were in awe of the firework display. While Clint was setting the plan into effect, the others readied their Braveheart face paint. Once Clint finished he got himself ready. All that was left was to wait until the agents figured out they couldn't move. They didn't have to wait long.

"STARK! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!" The Director was not pleased.

"Gentlemen, and lady, that's our cue. UNLEASH THE DOGS OF WAR!"

Natasha, Tony, Thor, Steve, Clint, and Bruce all released their first catapults. The SHIELD agents looked up, wondering what the stuff in the sky was. Then, they figured out it was heading towards them. Soon they were covered in whipped cream, pudding, chocolate syrup, cake, caramel, and ice cream. They all struggled, but they couldn't get up.

"SEND WAVE TWO!" The agents were mercilessly covered in food by the second wave.

"MOUNT YOUR HORSES! GRAB YOUR GUNS! OBTAIN YOUR FEATHERS! ATTACK!"

The Avengers rode their horses into battle, covering the already soaking SHIELD agents in honey and tossing the feathers over them. Once all agents had been feathered, they made their way to Fury. Each had a pie or cake in hand. One by one, the Avengers walked up to Fury and smacked the pie or cake into his face.

"WHEN I GET OUTTA THIS I'M GOING TO KILL YOU MOTHER-!"

"No you won't. We're too valuable."

Fury regretted that Stark was actually right.

"And now! The best part." All of the Avengers looked at Fury with evil grins that would shame any villain. Fury was actually worried. "Clint, will you do the honors?"

"With pleasure." Clint moved some grass away from where Fury was sitting to reveal some rope. Clint pulled out a knife. Fury paled. This was not going to end well for him.

"Barton, just remember-"

"This is for the chicken dance. CACAW, MOTHERFUCKER!"

With that, Clint cut the rope, and Director Fury was launched into the air via catapult. Due to Tony's ingenious compound, Fury's pants stuck to the chair which had been bolted to the catapult.

"Stark, was he wearing boxers with..."

"Yes, Steve. Director Fury was indeed wearing My Little Pony boxers. Now, let's go get photo evidence."

They went to find Fury who had been launched into a pile of green jell-o, as per Banner's request. As soon as they were done capturing dirt on their director, they looked towards the picnic grounds. SHIELD agents were running everywhere in their underwear. Apparently lots of agents had a thing for My Little Pony. Of course there were some Captain America and Iron Man underwear, but that's beside the point.

"WE CAME! WE SAW! WE KICKED YOUR ASSES!" Tony made sure to accompany his yelling with the appropriate hand gestures.

As the Avengers surveyed their work, they decided it was time to go eat. Enacting evil plans often works up quite the appetite!

And thus went down in history, the day the Avengers went medieval.