Perry the Platypus, chapter 16
A/N: I AM SO SO SORRY. OH MY GOSH. WHY. I'M SO SORRY. AUGH!
I was stuck for primarily a long time because I didn't have any ideas, but hey, I have a note on this, so yeah! SEND IN YOUR IDEAS CAUSE IT MIGHT DIE IF YOU DON'T REVIEW!
It had been an ordinary day at Stark Tower.
Which may it all the lot suspicious.
Clint turned his head lightly, as he walked past Tony's room. Huh. No smell of alcohol? Strange. But not as strange as he walked past the lab and for once, it was completely clean. No dripping radioactive who knows what. No stains of failures projects. Nothing.
But what triggered him the most was when he walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard. The pop tart box was completely empty!
"Okay, what the hell is going on?!" Clint demanded, his voice echoing in the seemingly empty room. Nothing. The room did not respond.
Frustrated, he kicked open the fridge and grabbed a cola, trying to calm himself down. What the hell. What the hell. WHAT THE HELL. He took a sip from the fizzy drink, and the rush of sugar calmed him down enough to think rationally. However, he found himself staring face to face with a platypus.
"Oh, hey Perry!" Tony said snickering. He held the platypus close and said "Well, no Clint, that's the platypus." He said, pointing to Clint. He pretended the platypus said something and laughed, looking out of his mind. "No, Clint. Perry eats larvae. Not cola!"
Then afterwards, he snatched the cola from Clint's hand and fed it to the platypus, knowing the effect was terrible and Bruce will probably kill him for this, but hey, whatever he has to do right?
Clint simply sat there, very confused by what the hell was happening. Tony had officially gone insane. Standing up, he just walked out of the room as Tony engaged in a conversation with the platypus about how SHIELD's methods for spy recruit is getting weirder and weirder, all the while calling the platypus "Clint Barton."
Few days later, all of them stood sadly as Bruce set his platypus in a wooden coffin and set him off into the nearby stream, as the little wooden coffin flowed away. Bruce wiped a tear from his eyes, as Tony stepped forward to say the afterword for the dead platypus he may or not have accidentally poisoned with the cola.
"Dear friends, family, and all other types wheras" he began, a smile curving his lips "We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a fellow agent, Clint Barton-"
And that was the point where Clint pushed Tony into the river and finished the afterword himself.