There won't really be any authors notes for a while since I'm lazy and yeah.

If you know the song Clint is singing, I adore you please PM so we can be BFFL for life.

Rule 10: Sing in the Shower at Your own Risk

The avengers like to sing in the shower. This is something I found out the first day we all had to stay at Stark tower at the same time.

Steve likes to sing the National Anthem, and America The Beautiful, and all that patriotic stuff they play at ball games that only grade school students know the words to. Natasha sings sultry Russian ballads. Tony sings ACDC. Bruce sings whatever was on the radio that day. Clint sings nonsense songs (and sometimes dubstep), and Thor... Sings Lady Gaga.

"RA RA RA RA RA RA ROMA RO MA MA" Thor boomed from the bathroom two floors below me.

"Ughhhhh" I groaned face palming.

"GAGA OH LA LA WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE."

"He does realize we can all hear him, right?" I asked Clint, who was wearing ear muffs from the shooting range.

"No, and neither does Natasha, Steve, or Bruce. Don't tell them, they all think it's only Thor's loudness. I actually set designed this building so that it amplifies your voice in the shower." Tony responded.

"Where the land of the freeeee" Steve belted, holding the last note as long as possible.

I groaned again. Thor had just gotten out of the shower, and I could hear my show, (I was watching Psych, the most amazing crime show on air.) for about five minutes until Steve got in, and became Whitney Houston.

.

"And the homee, of theeee, braaaaaaaaaaaaaave!" Steve screeched. Needless to say, Steve's voice is not a pleasant one.

"I WONDER WHAT HAPPENS IF I HIT THE CRAY BUTTON" Clint's voice echoed through the halls.

Maybe I should reconsider the man I'm about to marry.

"I GUARANTEE THE WHOLE PLACE STARTS JUMPING"

I just wanted to watch television! Is that too much to ask? I got up and started to make my way down the hall.

"IMMA DO IT— WATCH ME HIT THE CRAY BUTTON!"

I banged on his bathroom door. "WE CAN HEAR YOU IDIOT!" I screamed.

"THAT'S THE POINT!" He shouted over the running water. "I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE U.S. CRAY"

I rolled my eyes and walked back to the living room, where Steve was sitting with a worried expression on his face.

"U.S. CRAY! U.S.! U.S.! CRAY!" Clint yelled.

"He does now it's U.S.A., right?" Steve gulped worriedly.

"It's a song, Steve." I rolled my eyes.

"It's a bit disrespectful." Steve said concerned.

I ignored him, and plotted how to get Clint to shut up, so I could watch my show.

"JARVIS, do you control the water heater?" I inquired.

"LET'S GET CRAY, TURN IT ALL THE WAY UP, GOT A DOUBLE DOSE OF BASS, WE LOVE IT SO MUCH"

"Yes, ma'am, technically, I do." He responded in an instant.

"Turn Clint's shower water up as hot as it goes. Scalding." I insisted. Clint always took freezing cold showers. I have a very high tolerance for heat, Clint is exactly the opposite.

"GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD! GET OUT OF YOUR SKULL! IF YOU AIN'T GETTIN CRAY, THEN YOU AIN'T GOT A PULSE!"

"Yes, Miss Scarlette." JARVIS responded, with just a hint of human emotions—he seemed slightly amused.

"I GET CRAY ALL DAY IT'S MY FULL TIME JOB. I AIN'T GOING NOWHERE. LET THE ROOF CAVE IN."

I just sat there quietly with a smirk on my face, knowing his obnoxious singing would soon come to an end.

"BOUT TO BLOW UP SOMETHING. HERE GOES NOTHIN."

Natasha walked in the room, and took one look at my face. "You're plotting something. What's going to happen? Please tell me I'm not the victim."

"You'll see." I smirked.

"WATCH ME HIT THE CRAAAAAAA-EEEEEE!" Clint squealed. "Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot!"

I laughed. Steve's eyes grew, as he sat there, stunned.

"Why did you do that?" He muttered, shaking his head.

"You had something to do with this, didn't you." Clint glared, as I Iced down the second degree burn covering his shoulder blades.

"Why would you think that, Baby" I said scuffing his hair, and he squealed as I pressed the ice to his skin.

He gave me a look that read. "We both know it was you."

"What? How else was I supposed to get you to shut up?" I laughed, as I held the ice to his back, and sat down next to him.

"I think you just wanted to see me shirtless." He smirked

Why does our team have to have such problems with singing?

Next Rule: Scarlette is no longer allowed to train new recruits.

Thanks for reading you beautiful people!

DFTBA

-Kitty