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Dedicated to BloodRose1257! I hope you enjoy!

Prompts are welcome!!

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Percy was walking down a hall in the tower, exploring (he's lost) when someone grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged him in a room.

"I need your help."

Percy furrowed his eyebrows and smirked, turning around, "Is the great Natasha Romanov asking for my help? I'm honored, truly."

"Oh, be quiet, Jackson. I need your help to prank Clint," Natasha rolled her eyes, putting a hand on her hips.

"Well, why didn't you just say that instead of dragging me in..." The demigod paused and looked around, scanning the room, "A gym? Since when is there a gym on this floor?"

"Since last week."

"Ah ha. Okay, so, why do you want me to help you prank your best friend, who also happens to be my best friend?"

"Because he knows how my usual pranks."

"Oh, come on!" Percy threw his hands in the air, "You're Natasha Romanov! You don't use the same thing twice! I mean, seriously! That's Badass Agent's rule numero uno!"

"I know," She sighed and sat crisscrossed on the floor, forcing the demigod to do the same. "But I haven't done pranks since... A long time. It's... Hard to explain."

"No, I gotcha, Yгро́за," Percy said with a lopsided grin.

He and Natasha had the strangest relationship. While she and Clint were close to one another, Percy was the one that would sit with her for hours on end when she was angry and say nothing, just wait until she was ready to speak. In a way, Natasha figured that Percy was the one that everyone went to at one point to seek advice or comfort. No one knew why- that's just how it was.

"So, you'll help?"

"Of course!" Percy grinned, "I love torturing Barton!"

"Okay, what are we going to do, ήρωας?"

The demigod bit his lip in thought and tilted his head, "Hmm... I would say tape him to the ceiling but he's a light sleeper and I'm too into Supernatural to do that... Uh, I guess we can get itching powder and put it in his underwear, pants, and shirt."

"That'll work. You distract him."

"Right."

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Clint laid on his stomach on the floor, coloring a purple kangaroo and humming to himself. He went to reach for another color, to color the little baby kangaroo in the pouch, when Percy spoke up from next to him.

"It should be blue."

"BELLS!" Clint rolled on his back and clutched his chest, breathing heavily.

"What?" Percy furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the agent in confusion. He was stretched out lazily on the ground, coloring pages in front of him, like he was there the whole time.

"You need... A fucking bell. You're going to end up giving me a heart attack."

"And that would be so tragic," Percy rolled his eyes and grinned when Clint shoved him. "Hey, what color should my cupcake be? I'm thinking red and yellow."

"You're only saying that 'cause Iron Man's red and yellow."

"He's red and gold but, yeah, pretty much. He's my little cupcake."

"You're so hopelessly in love," Clint smirked and nudged his best friend's arm. "I'm happy for you, man. You two are good for each other."

Percy's face actually turned red and he looked down, focusing on coloring his cupcake, "I just hope I don't mess anything up."

"You won't. From what Thor told us, you're seriously loyal and you chose Tony. That means that you'll never leave and never really purposely hurt him."

"I know but..." Percy sighed and put down his yellow crayon, "I'm scared. I don't want to lose him like everyone else. I love him, Barton. Dammit, I love him."

Clint couldn't help the smile that grew on his face, "Dude, everyone's scared when it comes to stuff like this. Love is never easy and -I can't believe I'm giving you love advice."

"Yeah, what are we doing?"

Both stood up and avoided looking at each other for a moment. "Let's never speak of this again," Clint finally said.

"Yep."

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"What the hell?" The words slipped from Clint's mouth as he wiggled on the floor. He scratched his shoulder where a burning-type feeling was coming from but it felt like it only got worse.

"Something wrong?" Bruce questioned, looking at the archer, who decided to keep him company in his own lab.

"I don't know," Clint frowned and scratched his leg, looking uncomfortable. "I feel weird."

"Weird how?"

"Itchy," Clint scratched his shoulder and pouted. "Really itchy."

Bruce frowned lightly before his eyes zeroed in on something on the collar of Clint's shirt. "Hold still," He snapped on a glove and grabbed something. "Itching powder. My guess is that someone put it all over your clothes."

"What?!" Clint huffed and crossed his arms, "But when?"

"Well, when did the itching start?"

"Right after I colored with Percy, so he couldn't have done it. Thor has no idea what itching powder is, Steve was in the gym, Tony's at a meeting, and you're here so... Nat did it!"

"Natasha pranked you?" Bruce said with a small smile, "With itching powder?"

"She must've got help," Clint decided with a firm nod. "'Cause I know how she works. But who could've..."

"Well, who's someone that wouldn't mind pranking an assassin?" Bruce asked, already knowing the answer.

"Not a lot. People know be-" It dawned on the archer and his face turned red in anger, "JACKSON!"

Percy's surprised laughter rang through the tower.

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