Here We Go

10: Birthday Prep

"Clint! Stop throwing eggs at me!" Pietro yelled, only to get pelted by three more eggs.

"You want me to stop with the eggs?" Clint taunted, putting the nearly empty carton down. Pietro nodded, wiping yolk from his eyes. Clint nodded and wiped his hands off. "Fine, I'll stop with the eggs." Pietro sighed in relief and started wiping his face off.

"Thanks," Pietro mumbled, setting the towel down. He looked up at Clint and saw white. Literally. Clint threw flour at him. "WHAT THE FUCK!" he screamed, wiping flour from his face.

"You said to stop with the eggs, so I did," Clint said nonchalantly. He threw another handful of flour at Pietro and stared at him, laughing. "Oh my god you look so stupid.

"You wonder why I hate you," the silver-haired man mumbled. He ignored Clint's laughter and pulled open a drawer, pulling out the plastic wrap. Clint's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.

"No no no no no no No NO NO PLEASE DON'T!" he shouted, stepping backwards in fear. Pietro smirked evilly and started walking toward him slowly, holding up the plastic wrap menacingly. Then Pietro started running around the blond, trapping him in a blur of black. A few seconds later, Pietro stopped and leaned against the counter to admire his work.

Clint was standing, legs straight and arms by his sides, wrapped completely in plastic wrap. He was covered from the ankles to the neck, and Pietro had even wrapped his whole head - but not his face because then he couldn't be able to breathe.

"I hate you," Clint stated, glaring at the man by the counter. "You are the worst person on the planet." Pietro grinned cheekily and laughed.

"And you look like an idiot," he chuckled. Clint wobbled toward him, looking less menacing than a baby panda bear.

Bucky walked into the kitchen, staring down at his phone. The second he looked up, he turned around and walked out. "Not even going to ask."

"Help please," Clint pleaded. Bucky sighed and dropped his phone in his pocket, striding over to the plastic-wrapped idiot. He looked to Pietro and nodded in approval.

"I remember this one time I tied Steve up in a ton of blankets. It was hilarious." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, flipping it open. Clint's eyes widened and he shook his head violently.

"PLEASE DON'T STAB ME!" Bucky rolled his eyes and lifted a piece of the plastic wrap and cutting it. He ignored Clint's nervous breathing and cut down his side. Once his arm was freed, Clint ripped the plastic off and glared at Pietro, discreetly flexing his arms. The younger just smirked, knowing that Clint wasn't physically able to keep up with him.

"You're too slow, old man," Pietro teased. Clint shook his head and ignored Pietro, instead checking on the cake in the oven and cleaning up. He swept all the flour into a trash bag and wiped up all the egg. As he was rinsing out his washrag, Natasha walked into the kitchen.

"Help him clean," she ordered Pietro, tossing him a rag as well. Clint snickered, earning himself a flick to the head. "Shush. Where's Barnes?"

"Went that way." Clint pointed down the hall and continued wiping up eggs, purposely bumping into Pietro just to annoy him. "Nat, wait, I have news." He set the rag down and jogged over to her, grinning. "I'm going home!" She smiled.

"Laura finally letting you back?"

"Hey, I went to visit like last month, leave me alone. She said it was fine that I just wanted to hang with you guys 'cause that idiot randomly showed up," he pointed his thumb at Pietro, "and the other idiots got a kid. But yeah, I'm going home in two days!" He was bouncing on the balls of his feet.