*pokes head over top of computer* ...Hi? *ducks back down to avoid barrage of rotten fruits and vegetables*

So, Hi. This is awkward. I actually have a reason for not updating, as we've been doing house reno's, and I forgot to update, and then I went to update and realised that I hadn't written chapter three. I'M SORRY TO ANYONE WHO IS ACTUALLY STILL READING THIS

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Now, on with the story.

It was 4 in the morning on the first of April, and deep within Avengers tower, the resident genius was busy putting the finishing details on a superglue bomb that would explode on contact once armed. He had locked down the lab once the clock struck midnight, boarded up the windows, and taken every security measure he could to make sure that he could finish creating the pranks. As Tony put The Black Widow's favourite gun on the 'paint pedestal' as he called it, JARVIS spoke up quietly "Sir, I'm afraid there is a problem with the painting mechanism, it seems to be malfunctioning."

Tony huffed in frustration "I don't have time to fix it if I want to finish the rest J, just use it anyways"

"But Sir-"

"Jarvis!"

"..." The AI did not respond, but the cans of hot pink spray paint lowered from the ceiling, finally coming to rest on either side of the pedestal.

"See J, I knew it would be fi-" Before he could finish, the engineer was cut off by a flurry of pink, directed not at the gun resting innocently on the pedestal, but Tony himself. As the cans finished emptying themselves on the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist, Tony began thinking about how he could possibly have been pranked.

I secured the doors, the windows - Hell, I'm in the lab! All of the walls are thick enough to keep the Hulk himself in!

As the billionaire pondered his dilemma, he heard muffled laughter echoing throughout the air vents above him.

Who the hell would be in the air vents? Thor's too big, as is Steve. Bruce isn't like that, Natasha would have been less subtle- Realization dawning on his face, he ran out of the lab and down the hallway - The laughter getting louder above him, but also farther away.

Steve sat quietly, reading his book on the civil war and keeping an eye out for traps laid out by one of his teammates. He heard a very loud shout of "BARTON!" from down the hall, and glanced curiously over the top of his book - just in time to see a pink-fronted Tony bolt through the living room cursing at the... air vents? Well, at least it wasn't him this time.

The Third time - The Vents