just some marvel imagines

don't shoot - natasha romanoff

( inspired by an imagine written by Imaginemarvel . small warning: foul language ofc )

You looked down the barrel of your gun, searching for your target. All of your teammates had been shot, and were down and out. Your vision was sharp as your eyes cautiously flicked around.

Suddenly there was the sound of a gun cocking behind you, and you froze. A shot rang out, and there was a sharp pain in your back.

"Bang, bang, dead," the female voice bragged, pointing up the gun as you rolled over to face her.

"Dammit, Nat," you huffed as Natasha helped you up. "We kicked ass, though."

You looked around at your friends, sprawled out on the ground with colorful splats of paint sprinkled on their bodies.

"'Bout time, you two," Tony groaned, lifting himself from the floor. "I thought you would've had a western shootout."

You rolled your eyes and helped him up as Natasha helped up the others.

"I'd have to agree," Clint chimed in.

As if it was instinct, your paintball gun pointed at Tony, then to Clint, and they were on the floor again, fresh paint across their chests.

"Nice," Natasha smirked, crossing her arms over her chests. "They look like helpless baby birds without their mother."

You gave Nat a funny look, and she just shrugged at her very bad analogy while she released her hair from the hairtie at the back of her head. Your hand brushed your baby hairs that framed your face and you turned to the rest of the Avengers.

"Rematch?"

( sowwy it's so short but i felt like i needed to get somethin' out there. feel free to comment some ideas as well! )