Marvel Imagines And One-Shots

Pranks Backfire Even For The Best Of Us (Avengers x Reader)

Prompt: You pull a prank and things go downhill from there...

Warnings: Swearing

Requested By: Marveliss (And friend)
Sorry it took so long
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"Y/N?!?!?!?" Tony's enraged voice screams through the halls of the tower, followed by Steve, Clint, and Loki's. Your eyes widen in fear as Natasha and Wanda look over to you with questioning glances.

"One rule, never prank the girls. Girl code." You state before throwing your book onto the ground and running away to another room down the hall as you hear the approaching footsteps of your team members.

"Where'd she go?" Clint's angry voice demands, you hear quiet dialogue before opening a vent gate and crawling inside. You hold your breath as you see the blue boots that belong to none other than Steve Rogers quickly walk past, obviously the girls had ratted you out because the rest of the guys soon follow. 

You wait till they have all passed before quietly opening the vent and scrambling from your hiding spot, you rush down the hall as quietly as possible before ending back up into the living room. Wanda and Natasha sit on the couches with the most innocent of expressions as you come around the corner with an utterly ticked off one.

"You are both assholes." You hiss. "What happened to the fucking girl code?!"

"I CAN HEAR HER SWEARING FROM HERE!!" Steve shrieks from across the tower.

"Think about that next time someone eats Thor's pop tarts." Natasha smirks.

"But that was meeeeee." You whine before running around the couch to head to the stairs to hide from the others, they all walk passed before you slide down the railing and to the girls again.

"Oh right, our bad." Wanda smirks, you purse your lips in anger while crossing your arms.

"You friggin owe me." You mumble.

"How about your favorite movie marathon?" Natasha offers.

"You buy the good food and you have a deal." You state before running off down the corridor again because of the oncoming footsteps that people were trying to sneak up on you with. "SUCK IT BARTON!!"

"OH COME ON Y/L!" 

**TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY DEADPOOL GOING ON THE VOICE....*_*....**

So you had spent the day running away from everybody and avoiding all contact, which wasn't honestly that different because you were very anti-social at times. I mean, who isn't though? But throughout the day, you hung out with Scott and Deadpool until they were bribed to give up your hiding spots. 

Pretty much everyone but Natasha and Wanda were against you right now because Tony had appealed to something they've always wanted just to get to you. Your pranks weren't that bad though.

 Tony's suits were now pink and/or purple with sparkles everywhere.

Steve's shield matched

Clint's bow now shot mist that turned everything that came in contact with it different colors.

And the gem in Loki's scepter now matched Tony and Steve's objects.

So it wasn't that bad and no one could blame you for wanting to have a little fun with them, if it were to be anyone's fault. It would be theirs because they didn't want to spend time with you and they ignored you all week due to being 'too busy' or working on a 'global threat'. 

Yeah, bullshit.

And now here you were, hiding in the smallest cabinet in the kitchen. Your legs above your head and pulled to your back while you laid on your stomach; your arms were crossed underneath your legs in order to make sure you were as small as possible.

"Only a few more minutes." You whisper.

"We can continue the search but I must have some pop tarts!" Thor's voice booms, your eyes widen in horror as you slightly turn your head to the left to see the box right next to your face.

"I'll get them." Clint's voice gruffs before the cabinet opens and the light blinds you for a second, a girly shriek rips through the hallway as Clint jumps back and crawls a few feet away from you. "HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT YOU FRICKEN DEVIL!"

"I AM NOT A DEVIL!" You shriek back. 

"How the hell did you get in there?" Tony demands while hanging his head in front of your face.

"Don't ask." You order. "Just don't." 

"She's the devil." Clint whispers. "Call Sam and Dean."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BARTON!" You scream. 

"LANGUAGE Y/L!" Steve yells before walking away, the others look at him the you before walking away as well. You open your mouth to say something when you realize you're stuck.

"Oh shiz." You mutter. "Guys?!"

"GUYS!?!?"