Basically all in the title! Mostly the reader and Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson with the occasional guest star. I'll also probably write some Stony imagines as w...
Description: You and Clint participate in an intense Nerf battle
Word count: 526
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It had been two months since you had officially moved in with the Avengers and it feels as though you've been here all along.
"Clint!" You squeal as a Nerf arrow flies by your face, causing you to hit the ground and duck. You quickly reload your own toy bow, rolling out from behind the couch to fire a shot at Clint. The arrow hits the wall near Clint's face, your friend crossing his eyes in surprise, making you laugh. This game had been going on for 20 minutes now, and Clint is winning.
Natasha sits on the couch as she watches How To Get Away With Murder, perfectly content ignoring the both of you as though you aren't even there.
"Hey!" A voice that is very much not Clint's exclaims as you fire another arrow, and you watch as a ceramic plate begins to fall to the floor. Steve is much too slow to catch it and you, not wanting the plate to shatter, focus hard on it with your mind, willing it to land on the table nicely. Thank god for your telekinetic powers.
Unfortunately, as you're focused on doing this, Clint fires an arrow that hits you square in the forehead, the suction cup sticking there shamefully.
"I win!" Clint cheers, running out from the kitchen victoriously. You huff, crossing your arms and looking at Steve in annoyance.
"Steve, this is all your fault!" You groan and Steve rolls his eyes, picking up the arrow that hit him with a smirk on his lips, twirling it around curiously as he walks towards the couch.
"Maybe you're a bad shot," he replies making your jaw drop open as Clint wheezes in laughter. Mr. I'm-too-nice-for-this-world just insulted you? Not that a man who wears spandex as a super-suit has any room to talk. "Where did you get these anyways?"
You rip the arrow off of your forehead, throwing it to the ground as Thor walks from the kitchen with a plate of Pop-Tarts.
"Wal-Mart."
Natasha turns up the volume of the TV, looking at Clint who is still doing his victory dance in annoyance.
"Clint, shut up! If Y/N wanted to beat you, she would have just shot you telekinetically."
At that, he goes silent, making you smirk in satisfaction as you plop down on the couch next to Thor and Steve.
"Lady Y/N?"
"Yes, Thor?" You turn to the god who has a confused expression on his face as he holds a Pop-Tart in one hand and the toy arrow in the other.
"How is one meant to kill another with this- this-" he pokes the end of the arrow with a frown, not understanding the point of the suction-cup. "This squishy end?"
You let out a small laugh, taking the arrow from Thor gently. "They're not meant to harm someone, Thor. They're just toys."
You swear you hear him grumble something about it not being fun if no one's getting hurt and you sigh as you turn back to the television.
"I'm sorry you lost," Steve smiles as he eats the plate of food you so graciously salvaged.
"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes, waving off his fake apology. "You so owe me, Captain."
