A/N: This was requested by a reviewer. I hope you all enjoy! PS: This is this year's Superbowl: Seahawks vs Broncos.
The big day was here: Super Bowl Sunday. All the Avengers were psyched—they had even filled in Thor on all the details, so everyone knew what was happening, and everyone was totally pumped. They dedicated a whole floor to it for the day: a kitchen full of nachos, chips, dips, and other junk food that was perfect for game-watching (including beer. Lots of beer.), a theater-sized TV, a big leather couch, and decorations everywhere. There was only one problem: not every Avenger was rooting for the same team.
Clint, Natasha, and Thor were Seahawk fans. Tony, Bruce, and Steve were Broncos fans. Everyone was kinda worried about what would happen when one team lost, but they didn't have time to worry. The game was starting!
They all sat on the couch in a specific order: Seahawk fans to the left, Broncos fans to the right. The order was Thor, Clint, Natasha, Steve, Bruce, Tony. They were all eager, and making sure they were 100% prepared. They each held their own bag of chips (well, Thor had three), their own pack of beer (they weren't sure how much of anything they would need) and their own 2 liter bottle of soda. They watched, eager, as the game started.
After a long time of snacking and drinking, they figured they didn't need to stare so closely at the screen. Natasha got up to go to the bathroom, Clint ran to the tortilla chips and chili con queso dip, Thor became busy eating some baked potatoes Bruce was cooking for some reason (that reason possibly being that it was the only thing he knew how to cook), Steve was mesmorized by some modern thing on the screen, and Tony... well...
Natasha exited the bathroom, planning on simply sitting back on the couch, but obviously, that couldn't be done. Tony threw a bucket of Bronco orange paint at her. Bad move.
"Stark." She gritted her teeth and grinned at him, which scared him more than her holding a knife would have. And Natasha knew that. "You should know better."
"Hey, Tony, what kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?" Clint asked, noticing the paint and Natasha's smile-glare.
"Guys, come look at this!" Steve called. Everyone had been so distracted, they had forgotten to watch the commercials.
They all dashed over to the couch and sat, some of them jumping over the back to get to their seat. Natasha made sure to ruin Tony's couch with the orange paint.
It was an ad for action figures. AVENGERS action figures. "...want to save the day like your favorite real-life hero?" the ad asked. They all watched, flabbergasted, as little action figures that looked like them appeared. Well, Bruce's looked like the Other Guy, but whatever.
When the ad ended, Natasha was the first to speak. "They're selling doll-versions of us for $19.99?" she asked. "At Walmart? Walmart." She shook her head.
"Seriously. All we did was save the world," Tony said sarcastically.
And then the game came back on, and they forgot all about it.
They had already gone through four and a half bags of chips, about a liter of soda pop, and two six packs of beer by halftime. None of them felt like watching the halftime show, so Natasha decided to get her revenge on Tony.
"Um, I'm going to the bathroom. Clint, make sure Tony doesn't try to throw any more paint?" she said innocently enough sounding. Clint nodded, and Natasha went in the direction of the bathroom.
Luckily for her, Clint had shown her how to get around the air vents of the tower one time when they were having a prank war. Natasha climbed into by the bathroom and crawled through it, spying on the guys.
Natasha always had a weapon on her. Always. Even when it looked impossible by what she was wearing, she had a weapon on her. Today, it happened to be a knife. And a small pistol. And another knife. So maybe she had a couple more than usual on this day.
She bent the vent, slowly, carefully, knowing she'd have to hurry or the guys would get suspicious, but if she went too fast they'd hear. She got the vent barely open enough and threw the knife so it popped a Broncos balloon that was very close to Tony.
"Damn it," Tony said. "We have an angry Black Widow on the loose."
They all covered their heads in sync. Natasha bit her lip so she didn't giggle, and clenched her fist so she didn't kill anyone.
She ran through the vents, silently. They now knew she was in the vents, but... they didn't need to know where.
She finally got to a better spying spot in the vents, and watched Tony's hand reach into a bowl of Chex mix. Right when it was out of the way, so it wouldn't get hit but would be very close, she shot the bowl with just one bullet from her pistol. She heard a yelp from Tony.
And she ran, exiting the vents from a different place, and crept up behind Tony with the stealth of an assassin. Literally.
She grabbed a two liter of Dr Pepper and poured it right on his head. And then she walked right by him casually and sat back on the couch, snuggling right up to Clint, her middle finger up right where Tony could see it.
Tony was obviously pissed, but didn't feel like dying on game day, so he sat down on the couch with everyone and watched the game, hoping the Broncos would win.
...timeskip...
They all watched as the Seahawks won. Steve shrugged. "Too bad," he said.
Bruce exited the room quickly, most likely going to the room Tony made specifically for Hulk-out moments. Tony groaned and flopped on the ground, kind of drunk and feeling defeated.
Natasha and Clint, of course, weren't gonna let it go. Clint tossed Natasha a blue can of spray paint, grabbed himself a lime green one, and they painted the walls and the floor and Tony's couch and the TV with as much Seahawks colors as they could. Natasha tossed her can to Thor, who she thought would be able to catch it (he always caught Mjonir), but Thor dropped it and squeezed it too har while picking it up, causing it to explode. There was a loud Hulk roar heard—hopefully he really was in his Hulk-out room.
The elevator dinged, and Pepper walked out. "So, who won?" she asked. She then looked around, her mouth dropping open. Paint was everywhere; there was a huge sticky puddle of soda on the ground; a chip bowl was somehow broken; there were popped balloons; chips were crumbled all over the couch; one of the Avengers was MIA; beer stained the carpet; Clint and Natasha, one of them covered in paint, were snickering; Steve sat calmly like nothing was happening; Thor looked guilty; and Tony was lying on the ground. "Tony, what the hell happened? I thought you were just going to watch the football game!" She crossed her arms. "Why do I ever let you guys in the tower alone?"