A.N. This is the direct sequel to the Easter chapter L4J posted. She also helped me finish it, so thanks for the help! Also, nothing earth shattering, but I finally updated my profile (it only took me nearly 3 years) so check it out if you want (I also created a new poll, so feel free to vote on that). And, while I was already writing this story before request's came in, I feel I should mention that people did request a chapter like this:

Marie Nomad: Will you reveal how Tony get turned back to normal?

Pergjithshme: How are they going to fix it?

Finally, I just hope you enjoy!

The Eccentric Easter Escapade

"And this goes here?" Clint asked, attaching a plug into an outlet. An affirmative squeak came from Tony. The two were in the middle of rewiring Tony's 'human-to-animal' machine, or what it was actually called: DNA Molecular Scrambler. It has been used only four times - to turn Clint into a hawk, then back to a human, then to turn F.B.J. into a human, then back to a turkey (when turning him into a human proved to be a horrifying experience) - which had to be rebuilt due to something that had happened to it, that neither of them remembered doing.

The reason they were doing that was because Tony had dressed up in a bunny costume for Easter, and had gotten stuck in it. So, he did the only sensible thing to do when one was in a situation like that: he instructed Clint to build a machine that would either peel or disintegrate the suit off of him.

The good news was that the machine had actually managed to get out of the suit. The bad news? He had somehow turned himself into a bunny. So now the DNA Scrambler was his last hope. If it was able to fix Clint's animal problem, then it should no doubt be able to fix Tony's as well.

It was times like now that Clint really really wished he had Tony's brains because if he did he would make sure that the machine would cause Tony to turn from human to rabbit and back again every five minutes.

But he didn't have Tony's brains (many people would say that is a very, very good thing) so all he could do was imagine Tony turning into a rabbit over and over. He had to make sure that for years to come whenever he felt low he would picture Tony as a rabbit. That would be a sure fire way to cheer himself up.

The world's first genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist... bunny rabbit. No matter what he had to get a picture of Tony like this, before he got changed back.

"Ow!" Clint cried, as bunny-Tony bit him. He even drew blood! "I swear to God Easter Bunny, if you gave me rabies, it'll be rabbit stew for dinner tonight!" Clint threatened.

Tony responded by squeaking at Clint a mile-a-minute, his nose twitching frantically and his whiskers a-flutter. How Clint didn't roll-over and laugh at this hilarious sight in front of him, he had no idea. He thought he might've been maturing, before mentally laughing at the thought.

"I was not daydreaming about taking a picture of you like this!" Clint protested. 'Damn, how the hell did he know I was?' He suddenly paused, thinking about what just happened. 'I can't believe I'm taking crap from a rabbit,' he thought dismally.

Shaking his head, he drilled in several bolts to secure the machine, and make sure it wouldn't break apart when activated. Tony hopped over to inspect what Clint was doing before squeaking angrily.

"Now what?!" Clint cried, exasperated.

Tony did his best to point at a certain part, but when you're a rabbit, that was damn near impossible, so he hopped over to it and began thumping his foot at the blank spot (he made a mental note to look up where he had gotten that idea from).

Clint seemed to get the message loud and clear. "What do you mean there's a piece missing? Why would it be missing?"

Tony did his best to shrug, but again, he was a rabbit now. Some movements would be limited.

"Did you get a replacement for it?" Clint asked.

Tony nodded.

"Well then where is it?"

As if on cue, Bruce walked into the lab. "Hey Tony, I have the compartment for your – "He stopped at what he saw: Clint was in there with a bunny. Now that by itself wouldn't be a big deal, but the bunny was wearing an ACϟDC t-shirt and had a Chest RT in it's…well, chest. Plus, he swore he heard Clint arguing with it and it squeaking back defiantly. Bruce left the piece on one of the empty table spaces, turned around and walked away in the complete and opposite direction of the lab without saying a word. He did not want to know what was going on in there. It wouldn't be the first time he had walked into the lab with one of them in animal form, but he would do his best to try and make it his last.

Both Clint and Tony gave Bruce a strange look as he walked away, before walking (and hopping) to the compartment he had delivered. Tony squeaked something to Clint who just shrugged. "I don't know what his problem is. He should be used to us ending up in weird situations by now."

Tony nodded before hopping up on the table and sniffing the compartment, and then stopped once he realized what he was doing. Clint chuckled slightly amused at the sight in front of him. "Smell good?"

Tony gave him an evil death glare, which looked surprisingly scary coming from a rabbit.

Clint picked up the piece then took a couple of steps to his left, away from Tony. Upon inspecting it, he realized he had no idea what the hell it was. "So, what even is it anyway?"

Tony's squeak sounded as if he was scoffing at Clint's question, like he thought Clint was a class-A moron something. Clint decided he didn't like this.

"I realize it's for the machine, I'm asking what it is."

Tony shrugged again.

"You know for a genius, you don't really know that much about anything, do you?"

Clint was met with another shrug. He facepalmed. This was going to be a looong day, he could tell already.

Finally, after several hours of screwing, grunting, and getting hot and sweaty (Tony would have to remind Clint of phrasing and how words can have unintentional double-meanings which other people can take the wrong way) they had reattached the…whatever it was to the machine, and it was now completely assembled.

Clint and Tony took a step back to admire their, well mostly Clint's, handiwork before Clint's eyes widened. The DNA Molecular Scrambler looked exactly like a villain's death ray machine from the movies and cartoons and such.

"Are you sure that's how it's supposed to look?" Clint asked wearily, glancing at Tony.

Tony let out a high-pitched squeak before looking embarrassed that he did so before nodding.

"All right then. Let's get this over with." He said while Tony hopped into position in front of the machine. He got behind the control panel and input the data. "You ready to do this White Rabbit?"

Tony let out a confused squeak. That was way too obvious a phrase, so Tony summed it up that it had to be a pun of some kind, though he didn't get it (and there were few things that Tony Stark did not get).

"It's a reference to Alice in Wonderland," Clint explained.

He squeaked again.

"It's a book."

*Squeak, squeak*

"No, Alice isn't the white rabbit, it really is a – " he stopped suddenly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt a headache coming on. "Look, do you want to be back to normal or not?" he snapped.

Tony hissed at him, but ultimately nodded his head.

"All right then."

Clint activated the machine, and then leapt behind the desk, just like last time. About 30 seconds later, when he was sure it was over he slowly and carefully peaked over the desk. There he saw Tony, full-sized again, looking slightly flushed, with his hands covering his crotch.

"May I please have my pants back now?" he asked, very slowly. Clint couldn't tell whether it was out of embarrassment or…well, he could only think of embarrassment, so he did what the billionaire asked and threw Tony some pants, then turned around while the said billionaire put them on.

"Well…" Tony sighed. "We are never doing that again. Ever. At least, not on, you know, purpose."

Clint nodded wearily, sitting down on the cool floor of the lab. It had been a very long day. "You got that right." Suddenly, he gasped in horror. "Oh crap!"

"What? What?!" Tony frantically spun around. "Please tell me I don't have a bunny tail or rabbit ears!"

"No, it's just…I never got a picture of you as a bunny."

Tony gasped, flabbergasted. "I knew you were planning to take a picture of me like that!"

Clint shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."