[action around the city]

[bowsbeforehoes]

[Really, no one should ever leave Clint Barton to his own devices. His partner and fellow agent Natasha knows that, as well as the rest of the people in SHIELD. Somehow, he has been left to this own devices in the city. This cannot end well

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[ironfail]

[Tony's definitely not expecting a nerf attack (or an attack of any kind), so when the dart hits him in the back of the head, he immediately jumps into a nearby alleyway and is about to press the button on his bracelets that summon Iron Man when he realizes what hit him. Crouching down, he picks up the nerf dart and squints up at the surrounding buildings.]

All right, who's the wise guy here?

[bowsbeforehoes]

[The moment he saw Stark he had to hit him. It was just like a bullseye was painted on the back of his head. A homing beacon.

Even with Tony in the alley, Clint could make that shot. Clint lowers his aim a bit to aim for the nearby wall, to rebound the dart off of in order to hit his teammate. Sorry Tony, not getting an answer yet.]

[ironfail]

[Tony gets hit with another dart, catching this one before it falls to the ground. He spins around, trying to see where it had come from.]

If you're some stupid kid, fuck off. If that's you, Barton, also fuck off. [Because honestly who else would be shooting him with Nerf darts? Kerrigan?]

[bowsbeforehoes]

[Man, he loves being him sometimes. Clearly people around here need to lighten up. If they were going to fight this stupid war then he was going to have fun in the meantime.]

What's the matter, Stark? Afraid of a little foam dart? [HE DARES YOU TO FIND HIM, TONY.]

[ironfail]

[It's hard to lightened up when you're being pelted with darts from an invisible assailant. It's only fair if Tony gets to shoot back.]

More like annoyed, actually. [Ugh, no, Clint's probably a billion miles away.]