Who: Tony, Clint and Natalie (Not to be confused with Natasha)
What: The last Avenger Pet and the start of the epic no-prisoners taken, no holds barred prank war between Tony and Clint
When: Some night some time
Where: Clint's room in the Avenger Tower
Warnings: Bitey things and Clint screaming like a little girl?
 

It was like something from Mission Impossible. Except without any of the parts resembling the actual movie. Tony had been doing little experiments for weeks to see how heavy a sleeper Clint was. It had been touch and go, and he had begun to think it was going to be a lost cause, but Tony Stark never lets go of an idea once he has it in his head. He has been planning this for far too long, and the three bandaids on his fingers were a testament to how badly this night was going already.

His little 'bundle of joy' was tucked under one arm, none too pleased to being carried around the dark tower at night in such unpredictable patterns. The little black and red mesh harness tucked around its middle had a spider shaped tag with the tiny letters reading Natalie across the back. He was careful to keep the bitey end away from his side and fingers this time, but it did little to keep the whippy end from smacking him on the back repeatedly in irritation.

He had a feeling Natasha would have been amused to see the antics of man and mini-monster, so long as Tony was losing.

But it was this part that was the tricky one. He had slipped into Barton's room. That part had been easier. Now, he was left trying to figure out what the easiest route to getting this done would be. He grinned, the absolutely far too toothy grin of someone who knew they were up to no good, and loved it.

Tony had to wrap both hands around Natalie's middle to set her in the bed next to Barton, making sure he was definitely within biting distance of the now agitated creature. The moment her claws hit the bed sheets, Tony was making his retreat.

Maybe he'd make it to the door before she bit Barton.