I OWN NOTHING! Wow! did not expect this story to get so much of a reaction, but glad it did. Thank you so much to all those who reviewed and favorited. I'm going to be honest, I'm a little worried about this second chapter, because I did originally think of this as a one shot, and I don't want to be that author who ruins it with a super awkward part 2. But this popped into my head, so here goes. Also, sorry about any spacing issues, my laptop is being stubborn.
"They're great." Fitzsimmons glanced at each other. "But?" Simmons asked. The Black Widow and Hawkeye seemed to like the night-night guns, but something was a little off with their response. "It's just that...""Neither of us use guns all that much." Clint finished for her. "I prefer my bow." "And I'll use one when necessary but I prefer hand to hand. Lets me use these." Natasha chimed in, flashing the bracelets on her wrists. "Oh is that all!" Simmons replied, sounding a bit shocked. "We were afraid you didn't like the technology or something. Now that we know its just the format, we can easily put the serum into arrowheads or bracelets." Fitz explained. "If you don't mind giving us an empty one of each that is." He added quickly. "That way we can figure out the exact concentration of the formula we need to make them effective."
"Concentration?" Natasha asked, weighing a few of the guns in her hands. "Yes. A larger caliber bullet will have a slightly less concentrated form of the serum so that there's the same amount of the actual toxin in it as there is in a smaller bullet." Simmons explained. "Makes sense." Clint grunted. "I use three different arrow sizes, I'll give you one of each. Unless you'd rather just do one." "Its no problem." Fitz replied. "I'm easier" Natasha commented, pulling spare widow's bite out of who knew where and leaving it on the table. "Thanks!" Simmons exclaimed.
Two weeks later, Tony Stark came barreling onto the BUS when it was parked in New York for repairs. "How come they get all the new toys?" he complained, pointing at the glass barrier separating the lab from the rest of the plane. Behind it, Natasha, Clint, Fitz, and Simmons were talking animatedly about how to mix the night-night gun toxin with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s truth serum so a person could be interrogated after waking up without the inconvenience of needing another injection. Natasha saw him looking first and waved him off as the others turned to see what she was looking at. Even Tony knew not to get on her bad side, so he ambled off the plane, annoyed at being left out. He didn't get it! What was so special about these almost-rookies? Clint snorted as he walked away, while Natasha commented drily "He's still upset he didn't come up with anything this useful." Fitz and Simmons laughed.