A/N Ummmm...well. This is the first time I've written something Avengers related. Ever. So this may be terrible. I'm really very sorry! Constructive criticism is appreciated!
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I don't own this. Last time I posted something on this lovely site, I didn't own it. So I probably don't own this either. It's terrible!
Babysitting - Avengers Style
Natasha ducked behind a metal crate, cursing as she answered her phone.
"Hello?" she asked, sounding very annoyed.
"Ah, hey Nat."
"What did you just call me?"
"I called you Nat."
"I call Pepper 'Pep' occasionally."
"I don't care if you call her Tinsel Butterfly. You can call me by my full name."
"Fine by my, Nat."
Natasha rolled her eyes. Tony Stark was simply the most annoying man she had ever met. She honestly had no idea how Pepper put up with him constantly.
"Why did you call me, Tony."
"I need a favor. You free?"
"Hang on." she said, setting down her phone. She stood up, signaling Clint to take aim and firing two quick shots into the distance. She then picked up the phone again, using one hand to hold it up to her ear and the other to signal the archer to come down.
"Now I'm free. What do you need?"
"Well.." began Tony, taking a deep breath. "See, Pepper has a conference to attend on Saturday, and at the same time, I'm supposed to be at a press screening on the other end of the country."
"Well, I - we - that is, Pepper and I - were wondering if you could come by and watch Evana for us?"
"Absolutely not." said Natasha.
Clint dusted off his hands as he walked over to her.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Tony." she said darkly.
"Ah. What does he want?"
"He wants us to watch Evana for him while he and Pepper are away. I told him it wasn't going to happen."
"Oh, come on guys." protested Tony. "Bruce is already here, and the Captain and Thor both promised to come by. It'll be great fun."
"I can think of a lot of words that come to mind when I consider what you're asking. Great fun is not one of them."
"Nothing I can say will change your mind then?"
"See you tonight?"
"Fine." Natasha sighed. "You owe me, Stark."
She hung up the phone and turned to Clint.
"Come on. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"We've been asked to babysit."