A.N. I just realized that some of you might be wondering why I'm writing a second ISLAGIATT series, and might be wondering who I am? Well, I was the co-writer for some of her chapters (still am too) and I wrote Ch. 18 all by myself. It was actually her who suggested that I should/could write my own stories and post them on my account. So I did just that. ;) Just think of mine as lead-ins and follow-ups to her chapters. I'm glad to see that people are enjoying them as well. :) Also, just to let you know, every chapter I write has the L4J stamp of approval (so you know they're bound to be good). Sorry that was so long, I just wanted to address everything at once. This takes place immediately after Chapter 30. And, I was able to fulfill some requests as well!

mtmte: After the St. Patty's day party Tony and Clint wake up to find green dye all over their hands. They ended up not only dying their heads green but all of the other Avengers as well!

Marie Nomad: Can we have some Rhodey involved shenanigans?

I hope you enjoy!

50 Shades of Green

Tony awoke as a high-pitched scream jolted through his earlobe. He bolted up, ready to come to the rescue (if that was the case), then groaned as he got a massive head rush, causing him to sit back down. After S.H.I.E.L.D.'s 'pathetic attempt at a party but could barely pass for a meet-and-greet' on the Helicarrier, the team had returned to Avenger Tower for the real party to begin…which consisted of only Tony, Clint, JA.R.V.I.S., and You, who was serving drinks. The others declined, satisfied with watching movies the rest of the night.

Tony shrugged it off. 'Their loss,' Tony thought to himself. He had a wide variety of snacks, drinks, and had a live D.J., who provided thumping music throughout the floor. And speaking of drinks, he had decided to expand his variety, and, since it was St. Patrick's Day after all, had decided to switch over to the dark ale for the night.

Never did he think Guinness could get him drunker than his usual drink, but he had been wrong before, and was again. 'Man, those Irish really know what to drink, that was a really great buzz. But I'm getting sick of these hangovers…I should try and do something about those things.'

Tony snapped of his daze as he heard the sound the heavy footsteps running. Clint came tearing out of the bathroom, panting, his face a mixture of horror and shock.

Tony burst out laughing as he saw Clint and knew why the archer had screamed: his usual brown hair was a nice frothy mint color. He just couldn't stop laughing and pointing at Clint. Since Clint did it to him so often, then why couldn't the shoe be on the other foot?

Clint's eyes suddenly narrowed. "What's on your hand?" He asked, almost dangerously.

Tony stopped laughing, except for the occasional chuckle, and looked confused. "Huh?"

"What's. On. Your. Hand?" he repeated, taking a step towards Tony, who immediately took a step back.

'I'm not sure I like where this is going.' Tony glanced at his hands slowly, almost as if he was afraid of what he would see. When he finally did glance down, he noticed his hands were the shade of green Clint's hair was, along with splotches of other shades of green. But it was the lighter shade that they were both focused on. He sighed, knowing what would come next.

Clint charged after Tony, who of course, ran like hell. He chased Tony around the floor, taking swipes at him with Tony dodging his 'unjustified assault' as Tony thought it was. Of course, they were both hung-over, so it mostly consisted of Tony stumbling away from Clint, and Clint stumbling after Tony.

J.A.R.V.I.S. would've spoken up to say that the security cameras on that floor were recording everything, but he wanted to see how this was going to play out.

Finally, the strain of being upright took its toll on Clint, who fell down after tripping over his own feet. Tony grinned. Leaping over Clint, barely, just barely making it, he ran towards the elevator. Once he got downstairs, he would be safe.

But Clint surprised him by grabbing Tony's foot and stopping him in mid-leap, causing him to smash into the floor. His "Kiss me, I'm Irish" cap fell on the floor too, but that was the least of his problems. He forcefully pulled his foot free from Clint's grasp, who let go rather easily, actually…too easy. 'Uh-oh.' That was never a good sign. He quickly crawled away, and then glanced back at Clint.

Clint's face looked it he wasn't sure how to process information he was just receiving, and Tony wondered if he should be concerned, though he wasn't sure if it should be for Clint or himself.

Then, he started rolling around, laughing hysterically and pointed at Tony. 'Oh dear God, no.' Tony ran to the bathroom to check his hair, and lo-and-behold, his hair was a bold olive color, and he even had honeydew frosted tips.

Clint's laughter echoed down the bathroom as Tony franticly searched the cabinets for the hair dye he used to fix his hair last time, only to discover, once he finally did find it, that it was empty. He sighed; it was going to be a long day.

He left the bathroom, think about how he could rectify this problem. 'At least I can wear my cap until I'm able to get to the store and –' He paused when he saw Clint hold up his S.H.I.E.L.D. issued, high-tech, spy camera. It could take pictures, record audio, and could videotape as well, and Tony was pretty sure he knew what Clint was using it for right this instance.

He immediately made a beeline towards the elevator as fast as he could. "J.A.R.V.I.S., open the door!" he commanded. The elevator doors opened and the second they did, Tony bolted inside, repeatedly pressing the 'close door' button as Clint approached. The doors closed, with seconds to spare, as the elevator lurched downward.

When it stopped on the main floor, Tony exited the elevator, fully prepared to suit up in the Mark VII and get the hell out of there, only for him to be stopped and gasp at what was in-front of him.

Each and every Avenger, Pepper included, were all gathered in the living room, and each one had a different dye of green for their hair color. Tony had a faint recollection of looking up different shades of green, though at the time, he was just wondering what color Loki's cape was. Then, he thought what would happen if he dyed the teams hair all of the different shades he was researching…it did seem like a good idea at the time.

Pepper and Natasha actually looked quite striking with green hair. In fact, to his dismay, each and every Avenger looked quite good with green hair. Only he and Clint looked weird with their new hairdo.

Suddenly, FBJ flew into the room, squawking. His feathers were a lovely forest green.

Before Tony could say anything, Natasha spoke up. "I don't know how you did this, but you'd better fix it. Now."

Tony hung his head in defeat; there was nothing he could say that they haven't heard before. The elevator doors opened, and Clint came running out, video recorder in hand, only to stop when he saw what had occurred.

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Tony sat down in his chair, exhausted, as Clint sprawled out on the sofa. They had spent the entire day finding dye that matched their original hair colors, then (on the team's insistence) hand dyed the hair back one by one, when he could've had J.A.R.V.I.S. do it quite easily (Natasha didn't want Tony to touch her with a ten-foot pole, and forced Clint to do it; not that he minded one bit). Clint had also agreed to dye back his own hair; since they were both sure he had helped out in some way, even if they didn't know how yet.

Tony's phone rang. He glanced at the called I.D. only be shocked to see Rhodey's face. "Rhodey? PleasetellmeIdidn'tdyeyourhairgreen," he asked all in one breath.

"No, not green." The elevator doors opened to reveal Rhodey dressed exactly like a leprechaun: with the orange hair, a giant orange beard, a white ruffled shirt and green short-short overalls, complete with the green jacket, and gold belt buckle, finished with white thigh-high socks and black dress shoes. He looked so truly and utterly ridiculous that Clint was tempted to take a picture; not to hold it over his head or anything, just to look at and laugh whenever he wanted.

Tony put on his best smile. "It seemed like a good idea at the time?"

Hope everybody had a good St. Patrick's Day!