And here's the second part.

So, to make it up to you, I updated a day early. I know. yaaaaay *sigh* I promise I'll do my best to update on time next week. I promise. I can hear you all laughing through your devices, shaddup :( XD nah, I'm kidding. Takes more than that to wound me.

Just so that you guys know, the click sound effect is the sound of the thing on top of a Nerf gun being pulled back in preparation to fire.

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Tony slunk stealthily down the hallway (aka running through the hall with footsteps as loud as an elephant's), trying to stay out of the sights of any of the SHIELD agent's paths. With a slight whoosh of fabric, he spun around the corner, and- thwack the engineer pulled his hands up, aiming down the hallway. The lights had dimmed, so the genius couldn't see the colour of the dart in order to identify who had shot it. Silence, and then - click, thwack he leaped back in surprise, the dart still hitting him in the chest. As the dart fell, the genius caught it quickly, while almost instantaneously deducing where the ammunition had struck from based on the angle. He didn't even need to see the cylinder of purple. Click the sound brought Tony back to the present, and he ran for his life. Unless Katniss leaves his ventilation hideout, I'll have the advantage, Tony thought with a grin Crash! The unmistakable sound of a vent cover falling to the floor had Tony running faster than he had been before, pathetically kid-sized Ironman gauntlets nearly slipping off of his wrists as he tried to escape the archer,occasionally hearing the twang of a dart bouncing off of the walls. Just as he was beginning to think that he had lost Barton, he ran into a dead end. Panicking, he checked desperately for any unlocked doors before turning around to run, stopping when he found a weapon pointed at his chest. Barton grinned evilly, and the already dim lights went out. Click

As Natasha passed a screen depicting the points, she saw Stark's steadily lowering, and Barton's going up. The assassin smirked at the mental image of Clint battering the genius. They would have to watch the security footage later, she mused as the lights flickered off. The female avenger was immediately on alert, night vision kicking into gear. She honed her senses patiently, finally catching the sounds of quick, quiet, sturdy, and militant footsteps. Steve. A large grin spread across her face as she silently slid against one of the walls framing the hallway that Rogers was coming down. She knew that his night vision was almost perfect with the serum, but so was hers. The spider waited patiently for poor, innocent Steve to dart into her web, before quickly shooting him in the small of the back, flipping into the air vents at the same time to avoid being hit herself. By the time that the supersoldier whipped around, gun at the ready, she was gone, although the increase in points on the television screen in the corner gave him a pretty good idea. He smiled wryly as he carefully leaned down and picked up the innocent red dart from the middle of the room. He sighed - he may not be able to fit in the vents, but with his knowledge of Natasha he could try and follow her from underneath. He sprinted quickly in the direction he had initially entered from - after all, why would he go back the way that he had come?

Bruce was incredibly enjoying the live feeds of the Nerf war, watching as the lights went out on the playable levels,watching in infrared as Natasha ran silently, having long since abandoned the vents in order to try and gain some ground as she tried to think of a plan, Steve hot on her heels. He watched Tony get repeatedly shot point blank by Clint, until the latter decided to make it more fun and let the engineer run off, the archer leaping in the vents trying to find someone more entertaining to shoot, not even noticing the red and gold dart plink off of his vest as Tony scuttled away.

But most of all, Bruce was both amused by, and sympathetic towards Thor. The poor Asgardian was wandering around in the dark helplessly, blindly running into walls, and unable to find anyone. All in all, it was a little pathetic.

Clint silently opened vent covers all over, as he bombarded Stark, Thor, Steve, and even Natasha at one point with darts. It was glorious, and exactly what he needed after a long and boring mission that had swiftly gone wrong. As he picked at his competition front he vents, he tried all kinds of things, hanging by his feet and shooting them with the bow, just opening it enough for his hands to fit out, and picking them off slowly with his gun, or his personal favourite, hiding on the refrigerator and beaning Natasha with a Thor's foam Mjolnir that the archer had stolen a moment before. Sure, she'd sworn to kill him and almost succeeded, but he hadn't lost any points, and that's what really mattered - right? Right? Right.

I've been compromised the archer thought to himself with a goofy grin

Time number 4 - Nerf war ( Apologies to Anna(guest) I just am not getting the vibes for writing your prompt - I've tried it a few times, but I don't want to write a piece of crap. I am SO sorry for not doing better and for not telling you sooner.)