Based off a Bland Marvel Headcanon. The boys of Stark Tower have an ongoing guessing game of how many weapons Natasha has on her. The only winner? Clint. Slight Clintasha
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"Four!" Tony shouted. Natasha sent him an icy glare.
"No," her answer was short and to the point. Tony huffed and stabbed the eggs with his fork, shoveling the food into his mouth. Steve drew his eyebrows together, chewing slowly.
"Nine?" His voice asked, Natasha shook her head.
"Nope," Steve frowned, continued eating, still contemplating. They all looked towards Bruce who always guss next.
"Eleven," she smiled slightly.
"No," her voice softer than it was with Tony. Thor was not in this world at the moment, and Clint was calmly reading the newspaper, a humongous cup of coffee sitting next to him. Everyone looked towards him, he didn't notice until Natasha jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Ow! What?" He asked irritated. They all gave him a pointed look. He raised his eyebrows, "What? Do I have something on my face?" Tony was impatient.
"What do we have to spell it out for you? How many weapons does Natasha have on her?" He shouted.
"Oh, you could have just said so," he opened his newspaper to read even as he responded, "she has two knives, a gun, and another knife under her chair." Everyone turned toward Natasha who gave a small smile.
"Six?" Tony asked in the middle of a movie.
"No Stark, shut the heck up," Natasha curtly replied.
"Five?" Tony was annswer with a pillow in the face, "I'm guessing no." Later in the day Rogers popped into the living room while Natasha was reading.
"Two?" He asked, she shook her head.
"Not even close Rogers," she replied. Steve left the room with a huff. A couple minutes later Bruce dropped in.
"Three?" She looked up.
"No," Bruce sighed and left. At dinner Tony yelled,
"Bird Brain! How many?" Clint looked at him calmly.
"Nine," He said, before stuffing his face with another bread roll, Tony huffed.
"Super secret ninja besties," he muttered.
"So you even plan on telling them?" Clint asked, sitting on Natasha's bed. She shrugged.
"Probably not, it's entertaining watching them struggle," he chuckled.
"Evil Russian," she smiled laughing.
"What? No one has to know that we're screwing with them, come on. You think it's funny too, she said; he laughed.
"Well I can't deny that, you're unarmed most of the time … it doesn't make you nervous?" He asked, she shook her head.
"Not really, and I have weapons stashed everywhere around the Tower anyways," she put her arms around his waist.
"Those aren't stashes, those are small armories," she laughed slightly before kissing him.
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