Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, Ice Age, the Bourne Ultimatum or the Bourne Legacy, but I wish I did. I also don't own shawarma.
Chapter 3: Pillow Fight!
"Why did you choose her? If she joins SHIELD, she'll be a murderer and an assassin! You can't do this anymore!" Natasha half-shouted at Fury when they left the room. Clint put a calming hand on her shoulder.
"I'm not asking her to join SHIELD. I'm asking her to join the Avengers," Fury replied sternly, staring at her with his good eye. "Baylee, like you two, is too good to be just a SHIELD agent. And the Avengers don't just run around killing people and taking orders, they look after and protect the world."
"Protecting the world doesn't mean that she won't have to kill anyone, though! And she could die, too!" Natasha shouted back at Fury, who kept a straight face.
"Why are you so concerned about this, Agent Romanoff?" Fury asked her, watching her face.
Clint wrapped his arms around her waist when he noticed that glint in her eye from Fury's words. He knew Natasha so well that he could tell by the tiny expressions on her face what she was thinking, and what she felt.
"Clint!" Natasha yelled, looking up into his eyes in annoyance. If it'd been anyone else, though, they'd definitely be unconscious on the floor right then.
He calmly looked down into her green eyes. "Nat, you don't need to get all worked up about it." He glanced at Fury before nodding towards the door. Fury looked at him, nodded, and left the room.
Once Fury was gone, Clint walked backwards, still holding Natasha around the waist, until he hit the wall. Then he slid down and sat on the floor with Natasha leaning on his chest. She had already calmed down a bit.
"Nat, I know that what Fury said struck a nerve, and this situation has a bit, too, I think. I know that Fury knows that she could die, and I'm sure she does as well. I'm also pretty sure that he does care. Maybe he cares about just a handful of us, but he does have feelings in there somewhere. You don't need to worry," Clint assured Natasha calmly, playing with her hair.
"I just feel really protective of her, Clint. And I don't want her to end up in the same situation as I did around her age," Natasha sighed, shutting her eyes.
"She won't, Nat. Not if we are there to protect her and watch her back. If she's a part of the team, she'll have everyone watching her and taking care of her," Clint said quietly, sliding her over to the side to look her in the eyes. He had always had a fascination with her beautiful, green eyes.
Natasha stayed quiet for a while, staring back into Clint's stormy, grey eyes. "Okay," she whispered after some time.
"It'll be okay," Clint told her, smiling at her as he stood up, helping her at the same time.
When Natasha was steadily standing, she wrapped her arms around Clint. "Thanks, Clint. You may be the only one I have, but you make everything more bearable," she murmured, kissing him on the cheek before grabbing his hand and pulling him back into the other room, ready to tell everyone her decision.
The Avengers, Baylee and Fury all looked up when the door opened, watching Natasha drag Clint across the room. Tony stifled a laugh at the situation. Whipped, he thought cheekily.
Natasha walked straight over to Baylee, still dragging a content Clint along with her. When they were standing in front of Baylee, Natasha released Clint's hand and wrapped her arms around her. "I'm sorry. You're in," Natasha whispered in her ear, before releasing her.
"Woah!" Tony shouted, laughing. "The Black Widow knows how to hug people! I didn't know it was possible!" Bruce covered a laugh with a cough, along with Thor and Steve, which was quite surprising, to say the least.
Natasha secretly gave Clint a look as she walked over to the expensive couch to her left, picking up a cushion. She turned and hurled it across the room, the cushion smacking Tony right in the head. That just made him laugh even more.
Then the unthinkable happened. "PILLOW FIGHT!" Everyone looked at Thor like her just eaten an elephant (which may actually be possible for him, but anyway). He just picked up the pillow and threw it at Fury, hitting him square in the head. Even Natasha laughed then.
Suddenly, the room was filled with pandemonium. People were running to the couches to retrieve cushions or running for cover behind the couches, and cushions were flying everywhere. Lucky there was no one else in the room, because they would've thought that the Avengers had either gone mad or were on drugs or alcohol or something.
The pillow fight went for about twenty minutes, and Fury had escaped after about five minutes of being smacked with pillows too many times to count. Natasha, Clint and Baylee had formed an alliance, and Bruce, Thor, Steve and Tony had their own team, too. Natasha was situated behind a couch, peeking over the top and throwing pillows the Clint and Baylee had rounded up. They seemed to have a rhythm going, but the other team had another plan. They were all running around like madmen, retrieving cushions and throwing them recklessly at the spy team.
The game ended when the spies had gotten hold of all of the pillows in the room, including the large ones that you sit on. They had made a large pile out of pillows in the middle of the room, and Clint, Natasha and Baylee were standing around it protectively, daring the others to try to make it through the barrier.
"Surrender!" the spies cried, grinning. "We won!"
Everyone burst out laughing. They were all rolling on the floor, clutching their stomachs, when Fury walked back into the room. He waited for them to get up, glaring at them.
"You wanna guess what your next mission is, team?" he asked skeptically, looking around at the team as if daring them to speak.
"Ooh! Ooh! I know! I know!" Baylee cried, jumping up and down with her hand in the air. Apparently she didn't get the message that Fury had glared into them. Everyone turned to look at her in disbelief.
"Do we have to go to Morocco and fight some bad guys like in The Bourne Ultimatum?" she asked excitedly. Most of the people around her were starting to question her sanity.
"I love those movies!" Tony exclaimed. Everyone had given up on trying to figure out if sanity even existed in his world, not that he actually had a world though. "Did you know that there's another one coming out this year?" He practically bounced over to Baylee.
"Yeah, The Bourne Legacy. But it doesn't have Matt Damon in it. It looks so cool though!" Baylee said, jumping with excitement.
"I know! Especially the bit in the trailer where Aaron Cross crosses the packed highway on a motorbike! That would be so much fun!" The rest of the group and Fury were looking at the two strange, all thinking something along the lines of 'insane' and 'high on something'.
"Avengers! Your next mission is to clean this room up completely before anyone else enters. You have ten minutes until the next recruit tour comes through, so I suggest you start now!" Fury shouted, silencing Tony and Baylee. With one last look at the messed-up team, he left the room.
"Who's up for round two?" Baylee asked the team. Either she was full of energy or she'd had too much sugar before coming here. Everyone shook their heads and started packing up the room. Ice Age, she thought to herself.
About five minutes later, they had cleaned up the room, and it was now around 1am. Even though most of Arizona was currently asleep, and the Avengers, apart from Baylee, were slightly tired, Tony still suggested that they go out and try to find a shawarma restaurant. No one apart from Baylee wanted to go at first, but after Tony teasingly asked if they were too tired to go, they immediately said yes. Baylee wanted to go because it would mean more bonding time, and also, in Australia it was 6pm and she was hungry.