Oneshots... Assemble!

Kitty Cat Man

Peter gives the Iron-Man suit a new look, with some help, of course.

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Natasha snickered when she eyed what was in Peter's hands. It only got worse when she heard a small sound from the vents. Clint, she thought.

The best part though, was the fact that both Avengers were headed towards somewhere that was off limits. Tony always said, nearly every day, that his lab workspace was his lab and Peter's. Nobody in there except for them; although, the spider kid wasn't usually allowed unless Tony was with him, because they all knew what happened last time...

Natasha easily figured out their plan, she was a spy after all. The Hello Kitty stickers that Peter was bringing with him into a space that was full of Tony's important gadgets (including his armour) gave it all away. Stickers were sticky and therefore would stick to non-stick surfaces. Like his lab table.

Clint must've been helping Peter with the prank as well. He couldn't waltz in like Peter because Friday would immediately start with an ear splitting alarm, just how Tony liked it. That's most likely why Clint was moving towards the lab in stealth mode through the ventilation system.

Natasha silently put her phone down on the coffee table, already knowing that nobody would touch it in fear of the infamous Black Widow. Then, she pulled herself up on the couch to a half crouched position. She worked quickly to unscrew the vent cover with a pocket knife.

When it came off, she held it in one hand while using the other to hoist herself up. Natasha then replaced it to cover her tracks from suspicion of her- most likely from Tony or Steve. But Tony was currently with Pepper half the world away, so it was improbable.

The spy crawled and crawled, not making a single sound, until she finally spotted a familiar outline in the dark. "Boo!"

Clint already knew his best friend would be coming, but he still screamed to amuse her. This also caused Natasha put her hand over his mouth to silence him. "Shut up, bluejay."

"I'm a hawk. Not a bluejay or a dove or a, or a-"

"Okay, fine. Point received, penguin." Natasha jokingly scoffed while also noticing the can of spray paint in Clint's hand.

"Well actually, penguins can't fly while I might be able to," Clint gasped and said something he knew Natasha wouldn't like, "We should test it. I'll jump off the roof and flap my wings!"

Natasha sighed. How exactly did she become friends with such a moron? As if reading her thoughts, the corners of his mouth twitched up into a smile. "That's a terrible idea, but what's not terrible is what you and Peter are doing right now. I want in."

Clint grinned even wider. Before he could say anything, Peter's voice filled the air. "Okay, so we're putting stickers on Mr. Stark's armour and super secret stuff that I can't touch. Then, Clint's gonna hand me the pink paint and we're going to recolor the room!"

"Nice, cameras disabled?"

"Paused," Both assassins could practically think alike. It's like their thoughts echoed into the others brain. "Right now, it shows an empty room with absolutely no pink and no cat stickers!"

Back in the lab, Peter finished up the last sheet of stickers. He stepped back to admire his work. It was perfect, for the cats covered a majority of the suit and looked ridiculous.

"Friday, do you promise to not tell on us?"

Friday hesitated, even though she was an AI, "Do you want me to inform Sir, Peter?"

"No. Nope. No siree. Not a. Do not contact Mr. Stark! I forbid it." Peter tried to say that in his scariest voice, but it ended up sounding like an agressive squirrel who ran out of nuts and berries to snack on.

"Do you guys have the spray paint?" He called towards the vents to the duo inside.

"Yup, coming down," Peter's spidey-sense told him that the cans were being dropped right on top of him, so he held out his arms and smiled when they landed with a little parachute and everything. "By the way, the camera feed will go live in about 3 minutes, because Stark is way too strict about his cameras." Clint rolled his eyes with his statement.

"Arts and crafts much?" Natasha teased while she watched her partner's delicate hands carefully tie a small piece of cloth to the care packages of paint.

"Okay, now you need to be the one to shut up. Because this," he motioned around the vents, "Is a very precise operation where anything can-"

The archer got interrupted by Natasha grabbing the final can and just dropping it off the edge without any regrets. She turned to face him while holding back a laugh, "You were saying?"

Peter grabbed all the cans and shook them up. "Shaky, shaky! This is fun!"

When they were pretty well shaken, he pulled the caps off and kicked them to the ground. Then, Peter started spraying all 4 at a time, making sure his web shooters were helping the cause somehow.

But he couldn't finish before his phone rang. Peter assumed it was May or Ned, so he picked up. A slight tingle pulsed near his neck, but the brunette was too busy with the prank. He didn't realize that he had just answered the phone to a video call with the one and only Tony Stark.

"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY LAB?!"