A/n I am fairly certain that everyone will recognize this chapter. Based off of a Tumblr prompt
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"Rise and shine, Avengers! Mandatory team-building activity in training gymnasium B at 0700 sharp! Be there, or be squuuuaaare!" Clint woke with a start, falling off his bed, and staring up at the speakers blaring out the voice of one very annoying Billionaire. He sighed and got up, getting dressed and glancing at the mirror. His hair was a mess, and he looked like he'd only gotten 3 hours of sleep over the last 5 days. (he had). He quickly suited up and headed out to the elevator. Banner was already in it when it stopped at his floor, hair tousled.
"Bruce?"
"Yeah, Clint?"
"Your shirt's on backwards."
Bruce blushed, and looked down, sighing when he spotted the tag. Clint chuckled, and when the doctor pulled his arms in, Clint turned Bruce's shirt around for him. Clint would have to show the footage to Stark later - he was sure that that was the reddest that Banner had ever been.
The elevator finally came out at Gym B, and they walked out, preparing for their intense training schedule.
"Dodgeball?" Natasha asked incredulously
"Yes. Dodgeball. Bruce will ref, Tony and I will be team captains, and all powers are restricted, aside of course for my and Natasha's supersoldier serum. Let's pick teams. Tony, you get Natasha - a supersoldier on each team"
Thor was in Asgard, so it was Tony and Natasha versus Steve and Clint.
The battle was ferocious. Clint and Natasha were almost impossible to hit - they were so agile that they could dodge anything coming at them, and were generally going at each other. Steve's reflexes were fast enough that he could dodge every ball that Tony threw at him, and for whatever reason, Tony had lasted twenty minutes into the competition. There were dodgeballs flying everywhere, the assassins were moving faster than should be humanly possible, and there wasn't a single quiet moment. Until Clint threw a ball, and it actually hit Natasha. Right in the face. Everyone stopped moving, and everything went quiet. Nobody moved, until Tasha took a single step forwards. Clint ran for his life, scrambling up the wall and hiding in the rafters.
The next day
"Clint, come down and have something to eat. No, I am not putting your meal into that bucket and pulley system."
"But Bruce! You want me to eat, don't you?!"
"She's gone Clint! She's on a mission in Taiwan, she's halfway around the world by now!"
"NO SHE'S NOT! SHE'S JUST WAITING"
A/n soooo? Like my interpretation?