Wrong Number

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Tony stands at the counter, pouring himself another cup of coffee. His gaze flicks up to look at me as I sit on a stool, re-reading the book Thor had given me. "Want some coffee?"

I look up, "You talkin to me?"

Tony nods, "Want coffee?"

I nod, straightening in my seat, "Sure."

He grabs a mug, pouring a cup of coffee. He then sets it on the counter in front of me. 

"Thanks." I take a sip.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY ARROWS!?!?" Yells Clint

Tony almost spits out his coffee, quickly setting it down. He tries to act natural, leaning against the counter.

I furrow my eyebrows, looking around as Clint drops down from the vents. He seems to be holding a pile of sticks-

Wait...

My jaw goes slack when I realize it's his arrows.

Clint has a armful of snapped-in-half arrows. "Who did this!?" He shouts.

Tony makes this face:

I look at Tony, like, What in the world did you do?!

He just gave me a offended look, like, You're gonna accuse me? Seriously?

I know you did it, I give him another look

Did not, he shakes his head.

We look back at Clint, who Nat is now comforting. "And where I keep my bow, this was there instead!" He pulls out a Nerf gun. 

Tony stiffles a snicker, covering his mouth with his hand.

"How could they hurt my babies!" Clint exclaims, going limp in Nat's arms.

Nat rubs his back, holding him up. She glances around, and her gaze lands on us. 

I instantly knew this is just the start of a Prank War.

***

I hide behind the couch, sipping my coffee.

Loki walks past, and stops. He turns his head to me, "What ever are you doing?"

"Hiding. Go away," I glare, taking another sip of the coffee as my heart races uncomfortably.

He blinks, turning his head away. He shakes his head and continues walking.

I tap my fingers against the side of the mug, making little bored noises with my mouth. I catch Loki studying me from over by the windows. "What?" 

"You're heart rate's elavated. I'm wondering why," he gives me a puzzled look.

"Um. I may or may not have put Iron Man stickers all over Natasha's guns." I ramble. "And I may or may not be totally dreading when she finds out cause I've heard she always gets back at people and that she's had the Prank Master title for 3 months in a row now. With Clint. But Clint isn't much help. He just runs to the store to buy Nat things to fulfill her revenge. So I'm hiding."

"I suggest finding a better hiding spot, Pet." He says.

"I'm low-key to terrified to go find a different hiding place." I giggle softly, "Ha. Low-key." I finish my coffee.

"Halarious." Loki rolls his eyes.

***

"Steveeeeee, tell Nat to stopppppppp glaring at meeeeeeee" I whine, hiding behind his muscular frame.

"I'm mad at you, Harp. You're receiving no help from me." Steve says firmly.

"But she's scaring MEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

"Harper! Shut the **** up!" Sam rubs his forehead.

"Go to hell, Sam!" I yell back.

"Harper, please calm down." Sighs Wanda.

"You can't tell me what to do! I'll do as I please! Ah!" I trip, stumbling to the floor. I land on my butt. I scramble up, grabbing my coffee mug. I go over to the coffee maker, pouring myself some more coffee.

"I don't mean to pry, but haven't you had enough?" Peitro says after zooming over, causing my hair to go in my face.

 I flick my hair back, "Mind your own business, Peitro." I lift the mug to my lips.

Bruce presses two fingers to my wrist, on my pulse point. "You need to calm down on the caffeine. How many cups did you have?"

"2?" I offer.

"You still suck at lying." Tony grumbles, sipping his own cup of coffee.

"**** you!" 

"Language!"

"Portuguese!"

"What the-"

"Harper! No more caffeine!"

"But-"

"Put down the mug!"

"MAKE ME!"

"Oh, you little-"

"OK IM SORRY QUIT CHASING MEEEEEEEEEE. TONY, HELP!"

"You're on your own."

"AHHHHHHHH"

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