A/N: I'm making this 6.5 because Black Widow and Hawkeye OTP requested that I include how Natasha punishes Clint. It was kind of fun to write it. Let me know what you think.

Day 6.5

Natasha walked quickly through the tower, looking for a certain hawk that needed some talking to. She paused for a moment, thoughtful. "JARVIS, where is Clint?"

"I am under orders to keep that information from you."

"With what reasoning?"

"Agent Barton fears for his life, Agent Romanoff."

Natasha smiled. "Good. I take it he's in one of his nests."

"That is correct."

Natasha headed in the direction of one of Clint's less used hideouts, figuring that he would be smart enough not to hide in the same spot he did last time. She found him in the second place she looked and when she approached, he turned in a panic. "How'd you know I was here?"

Natasha smirked. "You're not that hard to find, Hawk. Especially for me."

Clint frowned. "So, what are you going to do this time?"

Natasha shrugged and pulled up a spray bottle, spraying the liquid in his face. He spluttered before falling over, out cold. Natasha smirked once more and got to work.

When Clint woke up, he was handcuffed to a chair and Natasha was in front of him with an arrow twirling between her fingers and a massive dog at her side. Clint squinted. "When the hell did you get a dog?"

"Just today. I'm tired of you guys messing with my stuff. Given the fact that Tony's scared to death of dogs, I think I'm safe."

"So, what are you- wait, Tony's scared of dogs?"

Natasha gave a small smile. "Childhood trauma. If I recall correctly, when he was three he went to a friend's house and while playing fetch, the friend's Mastiff knocked him flat on his ass. He's been terrified ever since."

Clint chuckled and Natasha's face suddenly grew serious. "Now, about that prank you played."

Clint frowned. "I didn't want to do it, it's Tony's fault, blame him."

Natasha shook her head. "No, I already had my fun with him. Or more so, Seth did."

"Oh, yeah, and what'd he do?"

"Peed on his Iron Man suit. Now, stop trying to distract me. What did you get from Tony for the prank?"

Clint looked at the floor, the wall, anything but the woman standing in front of him. "Three quivers of arrows and some upgrades on my bow."

Natasha nodded. "Ah, and would those be those arrows?" She gestured to the three quivers behind her.

Clint nodded shamefully. "I see."

Natasha looked at the arrow in her hand and paused, just for a moment, before snapping it in half. Clint froze, horror on his face as he saw her plan. "Not my arrows!"

Natasha smiled. "Yes, your arrows."

Throughout two hours, Clint watched as three quivers' worth of arrows were burnt, broken, smashed, stepped on, or even meticulously taken apart. Halfway through, Clint stopped watching, but Natasha wasn't having that so she took to snapping a few right under his nose. It was torture for the archer.

When she was finished, Natasha leaned against the wall. "Have you learned your lesson?"

Clint nodded, too upset about his arrows to speak. Natasha smirked. "Good, next time I break your real arrows."

Clint looked up. "What?"

Natasha chuckled softly. "You didn't really think those were really arrows."

"What do you mean, Tasha?"

"They're all fake. Plastic. I bought them when I went to help Thor pick up poptarts."

Clint nodded, more relived than he thought possible. Natasha gave him a little pat on the head and dropped a kiss on his forehead before leaving the room. Clint called out "Hey, Tasha, you going to let me out of the cuffs?"

No reply. "Tasha? Natasha?"

"Have fun."

There was a chuckle and Clint would have put his head in his hands if he could. She was going to leave him to get himself out. Not that he couldn't do it easily, but it was the principle of it. Maybe he did deserve it. She really hated spiders. Yes, best to unlock himself and apologize again. He didn't want more arrows to be destroyed because of his stupidity; plastic or otherwise.