The tower was under attack. He'd watched his whole team fall prey to the systematic attack from the attackers and there was nothing he could do, hiding as he was, as commanded by his captain.

He was now on the run too. The vents were not safe anymore. He could hear someone following him through the vents and getting closer. According to the last intel that he'd received, his team had managed to take down all but two of the attackers before their fall. This was his misson now. He had to take down the remaining two attackers or die trying.

He escaped the vents and headed down the destroyed corridors of the tower on silent feet, following the trail of one of the attackers. It led him to the common room where not a few days ago his whole team was present and alive and happily munching on baked goods. He let those memories go. Now was not the time to reminisce. He had work to do.

This is what he was trained to do all his life. He was an Agent of Shield, an assassin and an Avenger damn it, and avenge he would, if it was the last thing that he did. He won't let the sacrifice of his fallen teammates go in vain. So, he waited patiently, gun at the ready, hiddden behind a pillar for the culprit to finally show up. His patience paid off and he finally had his attacker in his line of vision. Before the attacker could even pull his gun up and pull the trigger, Clint fired two shots in rapid succession straight into the chest just like any good assassin would.

One down, one to go. He headed back into the corridors on silent steps in search of the last attacker. This attacker had forced him from his hiding spot in the vents and if his guess was correct, they were still in there trying to get out or still looking for him in there. He silently followed, looking for any tiny noises in the vents and he finally had success. He knew the vents better than anyone else. He knew which parts creaked and which parts were silent and used it for his advantage. He followed the noise and guessed where the attacker would exit from next and headed there himself. He calculated where the attacker would go next after exiting the vents and chose a vantage point from where he could track the attacker without being seen.

Now he waited, gun at the ready. The vent slowly opened with hardly any noise and the attacker landed on her feet with cat-like grace. If Clint wasn't already waiting for her, he'd had missed her completely. She was good. She started a visual sweep and just as her eyes and gun spotted Clint, he took his shot with deadly accuracy. She pulled the trigger as well but Clint managed to duck it just in time.

The alarms started to ring then and all the lights came on and Jarvis announced, "Congratulations Agent Barton, you've won the paintball match."

Clint comes out of his spot, a wide grin on his face and a spring in his steps. He heads towards his latest "victim" and she just rolls her eyes and congratulates him.

"Well done Clint." Natasha says smiling.

"Thanks Nat." he replies, still grinning.

The others arrive and congratulate the winning team.

"See, I told you putting these two on opposite teams will make the game interesting." Coulson says and Steve agrees.

"Allowing me to use my illusions would've made it interesting too." Loki mutters.

"That would've been unfair. We talked about this, brother." Thor replies. Loki just pouts.

"Well, I for one am glad this is over. The Hulk can't handle the stress of guns surrounding him even if they're paintball guns. Anyway, thanks for the game. I'm going to go find Tony and see what he's come up with." Bruce leaves them to go join Tony in the workshop.

"So, where's Tony anyway?" Steve asks.

"Oh, Mr Stark said he had an idea and that he was going to go work in his workshop. He also said that we're all responsible to clean up the mess after the game." Peter replies.

Typical Tony. They were all used to the genius having an idea at odd times and being locked up in his workshop for days at a time.

They all head to the common room where Jarvis played all the best moments of their paintball match for them. They commented on how Loki only followed Dr Strange around until he took him down. "That was for making me fall through the portal for half an hour." Loki scouls.

"That was years ago, get over it already." Dr Strange says exasperated.

"We'll see." Loki answers cryptically and Thor just rolls his eyes.

They all laughed at how Thor managed to shoot himself in the foot. "I'm not used to these Midgardian weapons." Thor says blushing and Loki snorts.

Everyone congratulate Peter for taking out the maximum number of opponents which Peter accepts with pride.

Natasha and Clint bickered about whether items found in the vent are "finders keepers" as Natasha said, or "Clint's property, as he lived there" as Clint replied. She sneakily produced a candy which Clint recognized as one of his from his hideout in the vents and before he could stop her, the candy was in her mouth and she was running away from him. Clint followes her, demanding that she returned the rest of the pack. She singsonged "finders keepers" and took off again. "That's not how it works, Nat. Give it back." he says and heads off after her.

The rest of the team snicker at their childishness and continue watching the recording.