this feels like a bad time for it to not be peter (wrong number)

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third person pov

nat and clint walked into the main room of the compound. it had been successful with no injuries. in the living room, everyone was sitting waiting for them to return, barring sam and rosie who unbeknown to the two assassins had gone to get natasha some flowers for when sam asked her out; red roses.  everyone was gathered around playing mario cart, when clint and natasha joined them, the former stealing peters remote and sitting on the floor beside him, and the latter sat next to wanda. everyone asked how the mission went, and the pair of assassins gave them a rundown

"where's rosie and sam?"natasha asked wanda "also nice necklace"
"they are getting some more stuff for dinner, seems peters appetite only grows day by day, and thank you" at this reply natasha nodded and said "i know, i feel like that boy could eat a horse" causing both girls to laugh. rosie was carrying the bags of food, checking it was clear for sam to run to his room. upon receiving a thumbs up, he ran there placed them on his bed, and returned taking a bag from her, before they both causally walked into the room "hey guys, how'd it go?' they asked simultaneously as rosie shot daggers at clint. the assassins once again recounted the mission as rosie and sam joined everyone on the sofas.

"trainings at 5, clint and nat feel free to take the session off"
"thanks steve, i'm gonna go and shoot some distressing arrows now, so wont be joining you later" clint stated before leaving the room. at this comment, wanda and rosie looked at each other, and natasha caught on "what did you do?" to which wanda just mimicked zipping her lips.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" clint said barging into the living room, pink bow in hand. this caused the entire room to erupt in laughter, barring rosie who was able to maintain a straight face long enough to say "what's the matter clint, can't handle a taste of your own medicine" mockingly.
"you fucked up my bow"
"i thought you liked the colour pink?" she replied with an innocent smile
"well what if it doesn't shoot the same" rosie had actually accounted for this, not wanting to mess up the mans favourite training bow
"dont worry clint, just a splash of colour" the rest of the room was just laughing as clint got more furious at the girls tone. he turned around stormed off and went to shoot arrows "YOU LUCKY CHILD" he screamed after realising it still shot the same. "luck, or i used a paint i recognised would have the same weight and texture meaning it wouldn't change anything, but sure blame it on luck" rosie murmured to himself
"that was good, really good" natasha stated
"that wasn't the half of it" wanda replied, causing the team to all look at her "what he pranks at least one of us once a week, no consequence, does that really seem fair" rosie and wanda both laughed, the rest of the team barring tony (who knew and assisted with their plan) eyed them suspiciously. however, the team knew clint, despite his perfect shot, wouldn't be able to take wanda or rosie, so weren't particularly worried.

the rest of the evening was spent training or in the living room or eating, and clint was yet to return to his room. "i'm just gonna grab a sweatshirt from my room" clint stated, causing a low 'okay' t0 be said amongst the group. wanda and rosie shot each other another glance. before anyone had time to reply, they heard clint shouting "YOURE DEAD, YOU HERE ME KID" he stated walking back into the room. wanda attempted to grab the girls hand, to which she stood up, standing face to face with the man "what's wrong clint?" she questioned
"WHY THE FUCK IS ALL MY SHIT PINK!" he shouted almost face to face? it was more face to face with rosie looking up.
"i thought you must like the colour" rosie stated shrugging casually. the team was shocked at rosies casual answers to clints screaming. sam whispered to the red head currently next to him "you been teaching her that shit training" to which she just slowly shook her head. if steam could come out someone's ears, it would be coming out of clints.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I DONT GIVE A SHIT IF YOUR SIXTEEN, YOU AND ME RIGHT NOW" he said walking to the training room. rosies head was killing her from the shouting combined with enhanced sense, but she ignored it and shrugged following the man. once they reached the sparring mat the stood opposite each other "dont go easy on my now clint" rosie said, a smug smile. the man through a punch, which she caught with ease and flung him onto his back. whilst on the ground, he shot and arrow at her. she caught it, due to her sixth sense and laughed. this caused a gasp to be let out from some members of the team who had now joined them in the room. clints eyes widened in shock "you give up yet?" rosie asked. this caused the man to shoot another arrow whilst standing up, one again catching it. "these could really hurt me clint, and are you aiming for my heart, not sure many of the team would appreciate that" the fight continued, rosie continuing to fling clint on the ground, whilst taunting him, whereas clint kept shooting arrows, which the girl could catch now with ease, after having done it many times. "give up yet" rosie asked whilst pinning clint down "because i actually, dont like hurting people" hearing the sincerity in the girls tone, clint tapped out. rosie smiled before standing up and offering the man a hand.