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Revenge

Now, Darcy wasn't someone who normally held a grudge. She wasn't like Jane, who could hold one for days or like Tony, whose grudges usually ended up with embarrassing pictures posted online from a drunken night a longtime ago. She also forgave and forgot about it the next day. Usually…

(Actually, there was that one time with SHIELD and her iPod. That iPod was her child and when it was kidnapped Darcy felt like crying. She still hasn't forgiven them. She will continue to protest until they free Gonzales and if that doesn't work, she will finally tattle to Pepper. Even Fury had a heavy dose of fear of her.)

She was the type of person who usually let things slip by. The world sucked enough as it was, so you could say it was very hard to get on her bad side. Still, sometimes the crime committed against her was so horrible that she couldn't let it slide on pass. Darcy guesses it is time to show the people of the Tower why she was called the Pranking Queen in high school.

Yes, he would pay for what he did.

Now, there was only one more thing she had to do.

Opening her mouth, she tried to let out an evil cackle but stopped with a cough, rubbing her throat. It was actually really painful to laugh that way. How did villains do it?

Clearing her throat, she tried again. It came out sounding like someone had just stepped on a basket of squeaky toys. Darcy pouted. She really needed to work on that.

Shaking her head, she got her mind back on track and rubbed her hands together evilly. Oh, this was going to be so good. You better watch your back Clint.

Clint Barton, or Hawkeye as many people knew him as, was a pretty easy-going guy. He wasn't one to judge someone or jump to a conclusion without thinking about it thoroughly. He rolled with the punches that were thrown his way. (Oh man training with Natasha really came in handy for dodging things that were literally being thrown at him. He was like a cat.)

Actually, right now he was in the training center at the Tower shooting some targets with his bow. Whenever he was either stressed or bored he came down here to shoot for a little bit.

It relaxed him. When he was shooting, it put him in a sort of mind-frame that ignored everything else going on around him. He has had a bow in his hands for as long as he could remember, so it was mostly muscle memory for him. If he was being honest though, he was getting a little antsy and trigger happy. Doctor Doom or Hydra really needed to come up with some shitty scheme soon so he could get rid of some of this energy.

As of right now there was nothing else he could really do. The last fight the Avengers had shown up to had been already taken care of by Darcy.

Clint smirked, remembering her standing by the twitching body of the villain fondly. Only Darcy would be able to take care of a villain because she was desperate for coffee. He actually really hated coffee, so it had been pretty hard to drink that gross stuff. He had originally made it for her but pretending to drink it himself had been way more entertaining.

He snorted before concentrating back on his shooting. Loading his bow with an arrow, he cocked it back, eyes zoning in on the target. This was the life. Taking a deep breath, he got ready to let the arrow go.

An echo of an evil laugh startled him, making him release it too early so it hit the edge of the target. He froze, listening as it happened again. An ominous feeling creeped up on him, making goosebumps appear on his arms. (Very muscular arms he would like to add.)

He gave a shrug before going back to his shooting. It probably didn't concern him so he didn't need to worry about it.

Clint walked into the kitchen, grunting a hello to everyone that was there before hoisting himself up onto the counter. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced around the kitchen and noticed the only people not there were Bruce, Natasha, Jane and Thor.

It was nice being able to feel comfortable in the presence of others. Originally, the only person he trusted with himself this early in the morning had been Natasha, but now since he became part of the Avengers, he had slowly began to trust other people.

He closed his eyes, gradually nodding off again. Ah sleeping was a great pastime and he could squeeze into some interesting places for it. His favorite was probably the ceiling vents and he was the only one who knew them like the back of his hand. The sound of someone placing something down next to Clint made him open his eyes. He turned his head curiously before hopping off the counter to sit down in a chair.

A steaming cup of coffee sat on the counter.

Following the arm of the person who had offered it to him, he saw Darcy looking at him with a grin.

Clint was immediately suspicious.

"What did you put in the coffee?" he asked, pushing it as far away as he could. She stopped him and pushed it back in his direction.

"Nothing, it just may be a little…" she stopped, her grin stretching across her face even wider, "a little too hot."

He glared at her before turning to Steve, who was sitting beside him watching their interaction curiously.

"Did you see her do anything to it?" he asked.

"No, I didn't see anything," Steve said, before turning back to the plate of steaming pancakes he had been eating. They were little Captain America shields, something Bruce was known to make when he couldn't sleep. Bruce was actually really talented at making things out of pancake batter.

"Who would've thought the great Hawkeye was scared so easily." Darcy said with a sigh, twirling her hair around her finger, "I guess I will just drink it myself." She started to grab the cup but was stopped by his hand.

"I am not scared easily!" he defended himself. If he were a cat, his fur would've been standing up in defense.

"Seems like you are to me!" Darcy sung a silly grin still on her face. He glared at her.

"No reason to get your feathers in a ruffle, birdie," Tony said from the wall he had been leaning on. Darcy nodded in agreement, making Clint glare again.

"Give it to me!" He grabbed the cup and downed it in one go.

Nothing happened.

"See, I told you!" Darcy said, before going further in the kitchen to make some food for herself.

Clint didn't reply back though. He was too busy trying not to spit the drink out in one of those dramatic spit take things people did in movies. At first, it had tasted like normal coffee.

Slowly but surely it started to taste really peculiar, making him clear his throat, trying to ignore the feeling in his mouth. It was slowly progressing to a burning ache.

Suddenly, he started coughing; his mouth feeling like it was on fire.

"Are you okay?" asked a startled Bruce, who was just walking in with Natasha. Natasha looked at him with a raised eyebrow, a concerned look entering her eyes.

"Yeah, are you okay there Clint? You look a little flustered," Darcy questioned, leaning against the stove as she smirked at him.

His watery eyes glared at her before shaking his head. He wouldn't let her know whatever she had done to the drink had affected him.

He watched as she slowly reached into her front pocket and took out a bottle of hot sauce. Oh, he didn't think Darcy had it in her. The bottle had a warning on the side, "WARNING! EXTREMELY HOT! USE WITH CAUTION!" She winked at him before she put it back in her inside her pocket. If his mouth wasn't feeling like a raging fire, he would've been impressed.

"You know guys, I am not hungry anymore!" she chirped at the rest of the confused team, who were all still glancing at the red-faced Clint. She smiled at them and skipped out of the kitchen.

Her job was done.

"Okay, I feel like we are missing something here," Tony remarked, looking at the doorway where Darcy had danced out. Suddenly Thor appeared with a muttering Jane trailing behind him.

"Ah, hello warrior friends! What type of mighty food do we have prepared for today?" Thor asked, slapping Clint on the back. Clint just gave a groan of pain before racing out of the kitchen.

"What is wrong with our bird friend?"

Darcy let out a laugh as she danced out of the kitchen. It had felt so good to get her revenge against Clint. He was lucky she was too lazy to do anything else to him because that was pretty mild compared to the other ideas she had.

Clearing her throat she tried once more with the evil laugh. It sounded worse than last time. A frown briefly fluttered across her face.

She shook her head before walking into the direction of her room. She had accomplished what she had wanted today, so there was no need to be sad about not being able to laugh evilly. It would come in time.

No one steals her coffee. Not even Clint Barton.

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