Perry the Platypus, chapter 15

A/N: Hey guys! GUESS WHO'S BACK! It's me! So, hold your applause!
I'm so so so so so sorry for the wait, I know. I've been trying to write, but never got the chance! Well, since I'm in a writey mood, here we are! CHAPTER 15! FINALLY!

"Hurry up, Bruce!"
Tony urged Bruce on, as Bruce screwed in the last screw needed. He was so close. So close.
After weeks of silence and suspicion died down, Tony came up with another plot. It was so genius and evil, he couldn't believe he was the one who thought of it.
Hypnotize him into thinking he's a Perry the Platypus obsessed little kid.
He had gotten the idea, after a walk around the Disney store, and found a little kid running around the store, yelling "PERRY THE PLATYPUS!"
He chuckled as his genius, and mentally gave himself a pat on the back. It was absolutely remarkable.

"Well, there you are, Tony" Bruce said, after tightening the last bolt. He took a step back, and wiped the sweat off his brow. He looked down at the strange contraption, a seemingly harmless golden watch. He gave Tony a strange look as he carefully picked it up.

"So, this is for SHIELD, right?" questioned Bruce. He still had suspicion, Tony was sure of it. Yet Tony didn't waver, and nodded. "Something about future assassins needing all the help they'll get."
Bruce half smiled, and handed the watch, wearing gloves, very carefully into Tony's calloused hand.

"Now, remember. To turn it on, turn the dial up." He said quietly, pointing to the small dial on the side. All watches had them, but this, again, was no ordinary watch.

"Got it. On, up. Down, down." Tony echoed, trying to hide the maniacal smile soon to be plastered onto his face. "Thanks, Brucie"

Bruce waved his hand, and said "No problem. Just don't interrupt me in a book again, or I'll Hulk smash you all the way to Paris."

Tony laughed loudly, as he left the lab. What could possibly go wrong with this prank?

A FEW DAYS LATER

A crash of glass reached Tony's ears as he walked out of his room, his eyes drooping and his hair a complete mess. Ugh, what time was it? 3:00AM?
He padded his way towards elevator, and hit the button for the main floor. He knew it was coming from there, that's for sure. No one was there except Natasha and Clint…Tony had to keep in a bark of laughter. Clint was probably driving Natasha insane by now. The elevator doors slid open, and Tony smoothly walked into the main floor.

"STARK!" a voice suddenly yelled. He turned to his left, and found Natasha, seething angrily. Her red hair seemed to be on fire. Oh man, this wasn't good. Tony tried to keep his composure as he walked towards her.
She had dark circles under her eyes, and a glass of whiskey in her left hand. She was shaking hard, that's for sure.
"Hello, Miss Romanoff" Tony said, smirking. He waved a hand at her "So, what brings you here this fine-" he quickly stopped to check his watch "Morning?"

She looked up at him, and Tony swore he saw hell in her eyes as she grabbed his collar. "Fix. Clint. Now!"

Tony pretended not to be scared as he waved his hand carelessly. "What're you talking about? I can fix arc reactors, cars, and even robots, but what're you talking about Natalia?"

She screamed in frustration, and dragged Tony, with much yells and protest, by the ear, to her room.
There, with a blanket wrapped around him, was Clint Barton. His eyes were wide with amusement as he sang along to the Perry the Platypus theme song. It worked.

"You know what you did" she hissed into his ear. She let go of him and planted her foot straight into his back, and he found himself on the floor, looking up at a very angry, but beautiful girl. Damnit.

"Fix. Him" she repeated, her voice full of spite. Tony was sure if he didn't do it in five seconds, her hair would turn into snakes and she'd be Medusa's twin.

He held up his hands in surrender as he looked at the angry Russian. "Fine, Fine!" he yelled. He gently, but carefully, shoved her foot off his chest "All you have to do is get the watch and turn the dial down. That's it Roman-"

He never got to finish his sentence as Natasha pushed him over headfirst into the stereo, and he could fuzzily watch as she chased Clint across the room, who seemed to want the watch. Clint, still under hypnosis, was a very very bad thing, as they all knew. Clint ran out of the room and Tony could hear another crinkle of glass.

Another angry swear in Russian, Natasha walked over to him, and firmly booted him in the head, before hissing "You will pay, Stark. I should have known after months of silence, It couldn't have been true. You're the same as everyone else."

That's all he remembered before he blacked out.

Waking up fuzzily, Tony looked around him. He was sure he had been in Clint's room before, why were the lights so bright? And why were the buildings upside dow-Hold up.

He looked around him frantically, and saw he was upside. Freaking. Down. Over the streets. Tied up. H gulped, then yelled a very creative swear word as he heard Natasha and Clint laughing far above him. Boy, this'll be in the papers this week