"Are you sure you want to do this?" Katan asks.
I shrug at her as Hawkeye prepares to take his shot. Maybe darts wasn't the best idea for tonight. A loud thwack comes from the dartboard as he hits yet another bullseye.
"What is that, thirty to zip?" he smirks at me.
I roll my eyes as Katan writes another tally mark on the whiteboard she summoned. Need to learn that spell.
"If we weren't scoring on how many bullseyes we got and instead gave areas of the board certain point values like I wanted-" I get cut off by the arrogant archer.
"I would still be winning," he smirks yet again.
"Well, yes, but it would be slightly less embarrassing for me."
"Laurel, there is no way you could be less embarrassed. In anything," Katan adds.
"Katan! Can you at least help me pretend I'm not a colossal failure at everything!?"
"Nope."
I groan in mock frustration.
"Hey, don't worry about it, Wings," Hawkeye hands me a dart. "Maybe this time you'll actually hit the target."
"Hey! I only missed the dartboard twice! Twice!" Asses.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Alright, you only need one bullseye to make this slightly less embarrassing. I raise my arm to throw, and open my eyes. The dart sails through the air, faster than any I've thrown tonight. And... oh come on! It was just a hair away! Are you shitting me!?
"Oof," Katan says.
"I give up," I say, sitting on the couch.
Hawkeye frowns at me, then sits next to me. "Really? Just like that?"
"Yes! You win! The peanut butter jar is yours! I'm tired of fighting against tiny projectiles I don't use otherwise!"
He stares at me for a moment, before standing up. "Alright, get back up here," he grabs my arm.
I pull away from him. "Uh, say what now?"
"You're going to hit at least one bullseye tonight, whether you like it or not. Now get up!"
He starts pulling on my arm again. I use my free hand to grab onto the couch and hook my feet under it. Not today Satan! Suddenly, I'm levitated into the air as I'm surrounded by a grey magic aura. Katan!
"Rose, I swear, put me down this instant!"
"Nah," she says, setting me down in the spot I was throwing from.
I cross my arms. "Are you guys serious?"
"Deadly," Katan says, biting into a marshmallow.
"Yeah, the marshmallow kind of ruins the effect, Katan," Hawkeye picks the darts off of the board.
"Well, I'm not the one who didn't want to have a bonfire, Laurel!" she shoots a glare my way.
"If you want to blame the lack of a bonfire on someone, blame it on Tony. He has a strict 'No fires in the Tower' policy. Even after I got Hulk to back me, he wouldn't budge... from the ceiling."
"Do I hear the sound of someone making fun of handsome billionaire geniuses?" Tin Can walks in the room.
"No, just rich egomaniacs who hate roasting marshmallows," I fire back. Ooh, nice one.
Hawkeye laughs as he hands me a dart. I roll my eyes and accept the offering. He stands behind me and starts moving my arms for me.
"Alright, so what you wanna do-"
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A Frying Pan to the Face
FanfictionOnce upon a time, an idiot 14-year-old fangirl fell down the stairs while she was about to rewatch her favorite cartoon. She wakes up in an adult body and discovers she is now her OC. After freaking out, she meets her favorite Avenger and discovers...