A/N: finally a new rule! Enjoy!
Rule 7: Clint May Not Sing.
Natasha and I were chatting during a meeting, Clint had a devious glint in his eyes, and I was starting to get worried.
"You know," Clint said to Thor, Bruce, Steve and Tony "We would make an excellent boy band"
"What makes you think that?" Natasha scoffed
"Well obviously, Clint sings, A bet Bruce would be a SMASHING drums player, Thor and Steve would be perfect eye candy, and I could pay for all our publicity." Tony explained.
"Clint doesn't sing." I argued, but instantly regretted it.
Clint cleared his throat, and stood up from his seat. "Let me sing you the song of my people." He took a deep breath. "Hey! I just met you. And this is craaaaazy. But here's my number so call me maybe!" Clint sang.
I shook my head.
"Weeeeee are never ever ever getting back together! Weeee-eee are never ever ever getting back together!" He demonstrated.
"Like ever." I smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Touché, Morgan." Tony winked.
"Alright, alright. I do however think this last song will change your mind." Clint confessed.
"Doubt it." I said smugly.
"Op op op op oppa gangnam style. Op op op op oppa gangnam style!" Clint sang, (must I say off key?) while attempting to do the dance. However, his attempts fell short. Tony immediately got up and started dancing with him. Thor kinda broke some stuff while Bruce tried to teach him, and Natasha and I just ditched the meeting.
No more singing, Clint.
Next Rule: Roller Skating is Not a Proper Team Bonding Exercise.
Thanks for reading you beautiful people!
-Kitty