The Plane Crash (Sequel to wrong Number Kid)

🐦What the heck, Clint?🔥

A/N:

Hey guys! How are you?

I have a question.

What do you think would happen, if somehow, Tony Stark met Alexander Hamilton?

I mean, I kinda feel like they're pretty similar personality-wise.

Idk, here's the chapter!

Clint's POV:

  I was in the vents, trying not to spill the three-gallon bucket of hot pink slime I was dragging behind me.

  Now, you may be wondering: Clint, why are you dragging a bucket of slime with you in the vents? Well, you see, Tony, Peter, Nat, and I were in the middle of a very serious prank war. It was all out. Every man (and woman) for themselves. 

  I was trying to get back at Tony for replacing all of my arrows with rubber chickens. I was going to wait in the vents for Tony to pass underneath my spot in the vents, then I would pour my slime onto him. I looked up the stickiest slime recipe, made the slime, and then added a little flair. 

  And by flair, I mean an excessive amount of gold glitter and three entire bottles of Pepper's perfume.

  I smiled to myself and started to silently laugh. This was going to be fun. 

  I got situated in my spot in the vents. There was a vent grille on the ceiling right above the refrigerator.

  Of course, this was nothing compared to some of the pranks I've pulled this week. It was only Thursday, and I'd already painted Natasha's catsuit baby blue, replaced all of the books in Peter's room in the tower with puberty books for girls, and put up Captain America wallpaper on every wall in Tony's room.

  Steve was very concerned, to say the least when he came into Tony's room and saw Tony ripping up a piece of wallpaper with his face on it.

  I was suddenly ripped out of my thoughts when I heard footsteps coming towards me. I looked down and got ready to pour the slime. 

  The person walked right underneath me and opened the fridge. I poured the slime as soon as I saw messy brown hair. . . but it turns out more than one person in the tower had messy brown hair.

  "What the heck, Clint?" The person yelled looking up.  

  Oops, I had accidentally poured the slime on Bruce. "Uhh. . . sorry about that, Bruce. I thought you were Tony."

  "Why would you- You know what? I don't even want to know," said Bruce, looking a little green.

  "Yeah. . . maybe you want to clean off a bit, I can help you if I want." I did not want Bruce going all 'green apple Jolly Rancher' on me.

  Bruce sighed and rubbed his temples. "No, no. It's fine. I can clean this all by myself. You've already done quite enough." 

  "Heh. Yeah. . . I think I'll just go now. . . BYE!" I said, army crawling as fast as I could off to a different part of the vents. It was a bit awkward, but, I mean, I can't really run in the vents when I can't even sit up. 

  I was about halfway across the floor when my phone dinged. 

  I wanted to look at it, but I didn't want to let down my guard. . . but then I realized it was pointless because no one has ever even been in the vents except me. I shrugged and pulled out my phone.

*:･ﾟ✧ ~⭐️~✧ﾟ･: *

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