Hawkeye VS Katniss Everdeen

Tony Stark = Iron Man

Steve Rodgers = Captain America

Bruce Banner = the Hulk

Natasha/Nat Romanoff= Black Widow

Clint Barton = Hawk Eye

Natasha was making herself a sandwich in the kitchen attached to the living room, and was quite enjoying herself. Listening to Bruce and Tony bicker was more entertaining than anything else happening in the base, no need for a TV. They were talking about something science related that was way out of her league, but it was still fun to listen to. Whenever they get into these kinds of discussions, it was like listening to an old married couple.

Without breaking stride in his talk with Bruce… “Don’t think that we haven’t noticed you over there Nat, making yourself food for…” tony looked at his watch “15 minutes.”

“How many sandwiches do you plan on making over there?” he asked leaning over the couch to look at her.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t decided how hungry I am” she said with a smirk.

“Well, while you’re at it make me one”

“I’m not your slave Tony. Get up and make yourself some food”

“Oh really? That’s too bad.” Tony said with mock disappointment “Please, umm remind me who pays for your gear, oh I thinks that’s me. The Avengers HQ? Again, me.” Bruce snickered under his breath. Tony continued “All things considered, I think I am entitled to some sandwich privileges”

“Fine, I’ll make you one.”

Just then Steve walked in “Hey, have you guys seen my…” Suddenly, somewhere up from the rafters-POP!  Smack dab-in-the-middle of Steve’s forehead was a plastic suction cup arrow. Steve froze in his tracks, with a dead-pan expression on his face “CLINT!”

Everyone in the room tried to stifle their laughter but to no avail.

“Hahaha Alright, calm down spangles” Tony rose from his seat and pulled the plastic arrow from his forehead with a wet pop, leaving a perfectly round hickey. Everyone busted out in a second round of laughter. “Ha-Ha-Ha yes this is all very funny” Steve said with annoyance “come on out Clint, you got me, you win.” Arms spread in defeat. Suddenly from the darkness of the rafters, a book fell to the ground. Bruce picked it up and on the cover it said The Hunger Games. Nat snatched the book away, read the cover and rolled her eyes.

“Seriously Clint? We already talked about this. He was joking, we all were.”

“He needs to say it” an echoing voice came from the ceiling.

“Come on Legolas, quit sulking and come down from your birds nest” Tony said, deciding to join in.

“Not until he says it”

“Alright, you want me to admit it Clint? You are better than Katniss Everdeen and I should have never made the comparison”

“Did you hear that? That sounded like an apology!” Tony gasped and pointed at Steve in mock surprise and shock.

Just then Clint dropped down from his hiding place to land behind the group with a smug grin on his face. “There, are you happy now?” Steve asked. Clint replied “Yes, actually I am” still grinning.

“Good, now take your Walmart bought bow and arrows and sulk somewhere else” Tony tossed the plastic arrow at him “Because nothing says ‘I am a grown man’ like comparing yourself to a little girl that isn’t even real”

Clint pointed at Tony and sneered “Your next buddy”

“I better not be!” but Clint was already running out of the room.

“You’ll never see me coming!” he yelled with maniacal laughter.