Dear peoples who are reading this: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LENGTH OF TIME IT TOOK TO UPDATE THIS! My laptop has decided that it doesn't like the fanfiction website and it has also decided that it doesn't like to save stuff. So I now have to write at school, and this means that I only get 2 hours a week to write, not including time staying back. So updates may take longer until I get my laptop fixed.

I love all you new followers and fans ^_^

I do not own the Avengers or Portal. Or 'That 70's Show'.

"ANTHONY EDWARD STARK YOU PUT THOSE LEMONS DOWN!" Pepper's voice shouted from the kitchen, followed by a response from Tony.

"But Pepper, they weren't hurting anyone."

"THEY COULD HAVE HURT PEOPLE! THEY'RE COMBUSTABLE!"

"They only combust if-"

"I DON'T CARE! I REFUSE TO KEEP COMBUSTABLE FRUITS IN OUR KITCHEN!"

"Pleeeeeease Pepper!"

"NO! NOW IF THESE ARE STILL IN THE KITCHEN AFTER MY MEETING, WE WILL SEE IF YOUR SUIT CAN PROTECT YOU AGAINST THEM!"

Pepper then stormed out of the kitchen and left a pouting and plotting Tony in the kitchen.

X-X-X-X-X

Clint was in his room, smiling to himself as he heard Pepper's shouting. Tony had it coming. He then turned his head as his clock started to jump around on the desk. It was time for target practice. But his bow was in the kitchen…with Tony…and combustible lemons…time to run, Clint. The door burst open, and Clint was shocked, surprised, and angry at the same time.

"Why hellooooooo there face!" Tony said while giving a cheesy grin and holding something behind his back. And as Clint looked around the room, he noticed that his arrows were missing, as were the combustible lemons.

"Tony, where are my arrows and what have you done to them?"

"I have done nothing. I am still doing," He said, while fumbling with something behind his back.

"Tony, give me my arrows. Now."

"But I'm improving them!"

Clint's face fell, "GIVE ME MY BABIES!"

"But I'm not done!"

"Give me them!"

"NO!"

"STARK!"

"BARTON!"

The two men engaged in a staring contest that lasted a whole five seconds before the archer lost it and leapt at the genius. Clint kept reaching for his arrows which were still out of view while Tony attempted to push him off. Punches were thrown, names were called and arrows were hidden. Natasha was the one to break up the fight, but only because they were blocking the route to the coffee machine.

"GIVE IT A REST RIGHT NOW OR I WILL TELL THOR THAT YOU TWO ATE HIS POPTARTS!"

"But...no-one ate his poptrarts..."

"How will he know that when he finds out that they are missing?"

"But they aren't missing!"

"They could dissappear very easily."

The two men locked gazes before falling at the woman's feet, begging her not to destroy the pop-tarts. Bruce chose this time to enter, and he froze at the sight of what appeared to be Tony and Clint worshipping Natasha. He debated whether he really needed to get coffee, which he decided to go without and walked on.

X-X-X-X-X

"And what do you say to Clint?" Natasha softly said to the genius.

The man loudly sighed before replying, "I'm sorry for stealing your arrows and giving you a wedgie."

Natsha nodded then turned to face the archer, "And what do you say to Tony?"

Clint scowled, "Where the hell are my arrows?"

"Clint..." the widow warned while Tony smirked.

"Well, they are in Natasha's room."

Clint smirked, as he knew Tony was in for it now. Natasha's skin changed to the same shade as her hair. Tony's smile faltered.

"Tony, tell me where they are. Now."

"Nope."

At that second, a loud explosion was heard from the direction of Natasha's room. She then lept from her chair towards it, while the other two followed behind.

Clint leaned into Tony and whipered into his ear, "So what exactly did you do with those arrows?"

"I replaced the arrow-heads with the combustible lemons and hid them in Natasha's panty drawer."

Clint froze as he processed the information. "I will lay a red rose on your grave at your funeral," He whispered before jumping into the vents and shuffling away.

"ANTHONY EDWARD STARK GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE RIGHT NOW OR I WILL BE FORCED TO DRAG YOU IN HERE BY YOUR MANLY PARTS!"

Tony simply skipped into the room, then lay down on the floor.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Tony began to roll around.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

Tony looked up at her and gave her a huge cheesy grin, "Of course. Now if you'll excuse me..." Tony filled his hands with the slightly singed underwear and threw it above his head, "PANTIES! GLORIOUS PANTIES!"

The female assassin looked at the man, while plotting.

No-one saw Tony for a few days.

How the hospital cameras missed him will forever be a mystery...

Notes:

Wooo! First time I've done a notes section!

CLIFFHANGER ENDING!

And once again, I apologise for the long update.

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