Marvel Universe Imagines and One Shots Book Two

Prank - Part 1 - Loki x Clint x Reader

This was in my first book, but just because I don't want to make you go back and have to find this as I have just written part 2, I thought I would put both parts here. Apologies for taking so long to get back to this one.

"Where are you, you bird brained, Robin Hood, Legolas, Katniss Everdeen wannabe? I am going to take your bow, and shove it sideways up your........."

"Clint's been at it again, has he?" Steve chuckled, interrupting (Y/n) mid rant.

"At it again? At it again? I swear, one more of that idiots so called pranks, and he'll never be able to use his bow fingers again. Because they will be permanently shoved up his........."

"Oh, god. What did he do this time?" Natasha enquired. The assassins turn to interrupt (Y/n) as she made her way into the common room having heard the angry shouts. The widow knowing that there was only one person that could get (Y/n) quite this worked up.

"You want to know what he's done this time? Alright. I'll show you." (Y/n) told them. Steve and Natasha following quickly behind her, as she stormed through the building, making her way back to her rooms. The pair watching as (Y/n) opened her bathroom door. The room filled from floor to ceiling with black bubble foam.

"Ah........." Steve began. Doing his best to stifle his laughter.

"Its not funny, Steve! Did I laugh when he put itching powder in your suit? Or when he replaced your mask with a pair of bunny ears? No! How about a little support here? Am I the only one that is sick of Clint's crap?"

"I could help you if you like." A smooth voice called out. The three Avengers turning to see Loki perched on the end of (Y/n)'s bed. His long fingers flicking through the pages of one of her books.

"Oh great! That's all I need. You too. Whenever you're here, I end up in the middle of yours and Barton's prank wars. And it seems, that as far as you two are concerned, everything I own is fair game for destruction. Last time you were here, Barton ended up dying all my white clothes, pink. AND I HATE PINK! And I told you that you are not allowed to just pop in and out of my room when you feel like it." (Y/n) growled. Snatching the book from Loki's hands.

"I assure you, my dear (Y/n), that there is certainly no malice meant on my part. It is simply that your reactions are much more pleasing than any of these other boring Midgardians." Loki chuckled, as he got to his feet and made his way over to the bathroom and opened the door.

"Hmmmm. Interesting, if you are a child. Quite, quite amateur." The God of Mischief hummed. A small smile gracing his lips as he watched more dirty foam pump through the vent in the roof.

"As I told you, (Y/n). If you wish to get your own back on Barton for this so called prank. I am perfectly willing to assist. I believe that you and I could make quite the pair." Loki told her once again. (Y/n) choosing to ignore Steve as he shook his head.

"And if I said yes. What would you have in mind? I mean......"

"(Y/n). I don't think that that would be a good idea. Wouldn't it just be better to just tell Clint that you don't appreciate all this stuff? Just tell him to stop."

"Nonsense, Rogers. Mister Barton needs a dose of his own medicine, as you Midgardians say. That is the only way that he will learn to never tease poor (Y/n) again. And with my expert help. That is just what will happen." Loki interrupted. Watching gleefully as (Y/n) continued to muse over his proposition. The God struggling not to smile at the idea of getting between the previously close Clint and (Y/n).

"Yeah, Steve. Its okay for you, he's only got you twice. And Clint would never prank Nat. But for me, there seems to be something new every week. And I am getting a little sick of it. I've asked him to stop, more than once. But I think that now he really has it in for me. So, its time that I made him stop. Ok, Loki. I'm in. As long as it doesn't involve death and complete mayhem. Then we can fix Barton together." (Y/n) said. Holding out her hand for Loki to shake.

"(Y/n). You know that Clint doesn't really mean anything by all this. I know that he has been taking things a little to far recently. But......just let me have a word with him........."

"I'm sorry, Nat. I know that Clint is an old friend. And I thought that he was mine. I thought that he was...........well.......No. its gone way passed talking to him. If Clint wants a prank war, he's gonna get one. And don't either of you think about talking to bird brain about any of this. I want Barton to be completely blindsided. Now, if you two don't mind, Loki and I have things to discuss." (Y/n) told the pair. Almost pushing Steve and Natasha from the room, before locking the door behind them.

"I don't get it. (Y/n) knows that Clint likes her. She knows that he never means anything by his stupid pranks. I know that she can get a little annoyed at times. But they are usually as thick as thieves. And I know if she said something. That if he realised that he was really upsetting her. He'd stop." Nat said. As she and Steve walked down the hall, and back to the common room.

"I would normally agree with you, Nat. And I can't believe that (Y/n) would ever accept Loki's help, to get back at Clint. But she's right. He does seem to be pushing her all the time. Even more so recently. And I know that most of his pranks are nothing. But after a while, I can imagine that they get a bit much. Maybe they had an argument we don't know about, or something." Steve explained as the pair got to the common room. Both stopping in their tracks as they saw Clint slumped on one of the sofas, with his feet up on the coffee table.

"I think that it might be a good idea to tell him. You know he still holds a grudge......"

"No, Nat. I think its better if you and I stay out of this. Clint is big enough to look after himself. And I don't like the idea of getting stuck in the middle of this particular war." Steve told the widow. The captain having a terrible feeling that this could get out of hand.

"I take it from that all the screaming and shouting earlier, that (Y/n) found her little surprise?" Clint chuckled, as he turned around and looked at Steve and Nat.

"Er......I think that you could say that. Clint, I........."

"Oh yeah. She found it. And she's not happy. What is it with you and (Y/n)? What's happened between you two?" Steve interrupted. Realizing that Nat was probably going to spill the beans to her old friend about (Y/n) talking to Loki. The captain knowing better than to get on an already angry (Y/n)'s, bad side.

"Nothing. She just needs to learn to take a joke, that's all. Clint chuckled again, as he turned back around, and took a drink from the beer bottle in his hand.

"Yeah. But your usual dumb pranks have started to get a little more serious recently. I thought that you and (Y/n) were.........."

"Well, you thought wrong, didn't you Cap. (Y/n) just needs to stop acting like a princess, and accept that that's what happens when .......Well she just has to learn to toughen up." Clint huffed, cutting Steve off midsentence. Steve and Nat looking at one another, as Clint's voice seemed to turn a little cold.

"Oh, ok. But all I'm saying is that you may want to lay off (Y/n) for a while. She's not happy.........."

"So, that makes two of us then, don't it, Cap. And if you are gonna keep going on about princess perfect all the time, then I am going to take my beers to my room and plan my next attack." Clint interrupted again, as he got to his feet and made his way to the door. Leaving Steve and Nat to contemplate what was to come, and whether they should warn everyone else.