Happy April Fool's Day! :) Okay, first of all, thank you guys so much for all of the amazing feedback! Especially to Wolflehr, ErinKenobi2893, and LunaTheBlackWolf for the amazing prank ideas, they really helped out and I hope you are pleased with the way they turned out.

Secondly, I AM MAKING AN EASTER ONESHOT in the same fashion. I will not be here on Easter, so it will be posted in the days that follow. IF ANYONE HAS PRANK IDEAS THAT THE AVENGERS COULD PLAY ON EACH OTHER, PLEASE REVIEW OR PM ME! It helps out so much and everyone that helps out gets a shoutout ;)

Okay, sorry for the long author's note. I hope you guys like all of the pain inflicted upon our favorite heroes!

I don't own the Avengers or Marvel.

It would have been an overstatement to say that the Avengers group, every member combined, got more than twelve hours of sleep that night. Some were silently setting up traps, others were lying awake in their beds trying to figure out the best plans.

Every once and a while, Natasha would see a shadow move across the walls as she switched out the sugar for salt.

Clint could have sworn he saw a figure standing in the kitchen while he was rigging the bucket over the closet.

Each of the six members, two teams, were on high alert. The second the clock struck twelve, all bets were off. However, they had previously agreed that no pranks be played before five in the morning, to give everyone time to plan, prep, and possibly sleep.

Bruce crept up to Tony's room and gently placed his hand in a bowl of warm water, snickering slightly as he left.

Steve, however, was doing his own pranks as well. On each of the enemy floors, except for Clint's, he had set various alarm clocks. Half of them displayed the wrong time, half the right time. They were all hidden and scheduled to go off one after the other. Bruce and Thor were already asleep, but Clint was nowhere to be found, so Steve was always on the lookout.

All of a sudden, the elevator dinged and a yawning Clint walked in. Steve jumped behind a sofa as Clint made his way to the bed and simply fell onto it. In five minutes, he was snoring.

"Nat," Steve whispered into the comm, giving her the signal. In a minute, the assassin was next to him on Clint's floor, a stack full of plastic cups in her arms.

"You get these filled with water. I'll take out his hearing aids," she ordered quietly. Steve nodded and stalked over to the bathroom, where he began filling the cups with water.

Natasha tiptoed into Clint's bedroom and expertly removed his hearing aids without him even noticing.

Soon Steve was coming in, arms full of plastic cups filled with water. It took them half an hour, but soon they had covered much of this floor with the cups. There was no way he was getting out of his room dry.

The soldier and the spy smirked at each other and mock-saluted before heading up to their respective rooms to try and get some sleep. It would be a long day tomorrow, and they both knew it.

Tony awoke to a wet bed. For a second, he cursed himself for spilling alcohol on the sheets again, for Pepper would kill him. Then, he moved his hand and a bowl fell to the floor, spinning on the floor as water was spilled everywhere.

He jumped out of bed and breathed heavily, trying to get himself back under control. It was then that he realized he had been pranked with one of the oldest tricks in the book.

"Shit," he muttered and walked into the bathroom to grab some towels to clean up the mess.

Natasha had always been an early riser. She got up at four thirty every morning, even without an alarm clock. Then she would go to the bathroom, brush her teeth, and get ready for the morning. As she opened the door to the bathroom, however, a shot rang out.

She quickly ducked and rolled, pulling out the knife that was strapped to her thigh. Carefully, she snuck into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, poised to strike at whatever the enemy was. Instead, she found long stings of confetti on the floor and a blown popper that had been attached to the back of the door. Natasha smiled and slid the knife back into its case. Getting "shot" at was one way to start the morning.

For a minute, Steve could have sworn that he was back at the army camp. A blaring trumpet overtook the silence in his room and tore him from his sleep. He looked around wildly for the sound, which was coming from a phone that had been placed on his nightstand that he had not noticed when he had gone to sleep. Steve angrily pressed the alarm off, grateful for the silence that followed. At least he knew that if he ever had to get up in a hurry, the army alarm was the way to go.

The alarm woke Bruce up at three in the morning. He sleepily got up and pounded the alarm off, knowing that he had not set an alarm that early, and tried to go back to sleep. Another minute later, more alarms began to go off. His eyes snapped open in annoyance as he got out of bed and began finding all of the alarm clocks and shutting them off. Beeps, buzzes, and tunes were filling his floor and driving him just short of insane. Luckily, he had control over his "state".

He reached under couches, inside cabinets, and even found one inside a plant before the horrendous sounds stopped.

Soon, all of the alarms were turned off and Bruce simply stared at them, probably about fifteen, all in random places on his floor.

He had been punked. "Happy April Fool's," he muttered to himself and chuckled slightly, checking his watch. The day of pranking was officially open.

For Thor, turning off all of the clocks was a bit harder. It involved a lot of yelling at the clocks and ended in shattered glass and smashed metal.

"Why won't they cease the annoying noises?!" he yelled to nobody in the room, as if his voice alone could turn off the clocks. Thor brought his hand down on multiple metal instruments, satisfied when they did not ring any more. But at least he had fun doing it, for he knew it was a prank. Thor threw on some clothes and walked up to the communal floor, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he did.

The silence was deafening. Clint awoke in a cold sweat, realizing that he could not hear. He looked around frantically for his hearing aids, and found them on the nightstand. With a sigh of relief, he put them in and turned them on.

"That was a bad prank," he thought sleepily to himself. Yawning, he pushed himself up in bed and swung his legs off the side. He stood up and took a few steps forward before slipping and falling onto the ground, knocking cups out of the way as he did. Water began to soak through his pajamas as he stood up, now wide awake. Cups lay askew all over his room, the wood floors slippery and wet. More cups covered the exit to his room.

With a shake of his head, Clint stood up shakily on the wet floor and jumped out of his room. Attempted to. He realized mid air that jumping after having been in bed less than a minute earlier did not go very well. He made it about halfway before crashing down on more cups. Clint lay on the floor for a minute, a smile wide on his face. Tony was not coordinated enough to pull out his hearing aids. Natasha and Steve would get what was coming to them.

Clint and Natasha were the first ones up on the communal floor right as the sun was starting to come out.

"Morning Nat. Sleep well?" Clint asked innocently. He had given Thor the popper idea, since he already had too many pranks to play on Natasha.

"Yes, and you?" she replied, pulling out her cup of coffee and spooning some "sugar" into it. She took a sip and bit back the bad taste to show him that she had done nothing to the "sugar".

He followed suit, grabbing a cup of steaming liquid and swirling around the white, granular substance. Clint took a sip and immediately ran over to the sink, spiting out the bad coffee.

"What the hell, Nat, what did you do?" he yelled as he turned on the faucet to wash away the bad taste.

Steve came in right as Clint started drying his face and began smirking along with Natasha.

"Happy April Fool's Day," she toyed with Clint.

Soon everyone was up on the communal floor, Tony's face never losing the slightly red hue.

"How'd you sleep, Tony?" Bruce asked.

"Sleep, fine. Wake up, not so much. Thanks for asking," he replied, shooting Bruce a look before it turned into a smile.

An awkward silence filled the room as they all waited for something to happen. Something to fall from the ceiling, a trap to be sprung, something.

Clint sighed. "Alright. Remember, no pranks that could harm any of us badly, nothing worse than a band-aid."

"I should take mine down then," Natasha joked and began to chuckle when Clint gulped.

Bruce walked around and clapped a hand onto Steve's back. "I think we can all play fair." Steve looked at him quizzically, as it was very out of character for Banner. He simply shrugged, not noticing the small note that was stuck to his shirt as he walked to the refrigerator.

Everyone, including his own teammates, began smirking as they caught a glimpse of the "Kiss me, I'm Irish" post-it note.

Steve grabbed a drink and looked around at the Avengers, who all had stupid smiles plastered on their faces. He shook his head and finished his soda.

"Hey, Thor," he said to the demigod, putting his soda down on the counter. "You're taller than I am. There's some whistling in my air vents, and even by standing on a chair, I can't see what's up there. Could you help me out for a second?" he expertly lied.

"Of course, Lord Steven!" Thor said enthusiastically.

Once they were in Steve's room, he placed a chair under the vent that had been "whistling".

"You can reach it if you stand on this and just tell me if you see anything," Steve instructed.

Thor shrugged and stepped one foot onto the chair. Once the second was on and his entire weight was on the chair, the air horn beneath it went off, sending a deafening HONK throughout his floor.

Thor jumped and lost his balance, crashing to the floor, uttering a yelp as he did. He looked up from the floor, blowing hair out of his face as he talked to Steve. "Well played, Lord Steven. Well played."

Steve and Thor returned a few minutes later, pink still evident on the Asgardian's cheeks.

"What was whistling?" Bruce asked.

"An air horn," Steve replied simply and smirked. Thor's embarrassment deepened. "Hey, where's Clint?"

"Went to buy donuts," Natasha stated. "He loves them, they're his favorite breakfast food."

Steve nodded and they waited around for a few minutes before Clint popped in, carrying a box of donuts.

"Breakfast is served!" he announced, opening the box on the table. Each Avenger took a donut and bit into it hungrily.

"These are pretty good. We had a nice place in the 40s though-" Steve started, but was cut off as he took another bite. Natasha and Tony soon had the same look on their face as Clint's face grew red from holding in his laughter.

"Clint, what the hell did you do?" Natasha asked angrily, spitting out her donut into a napkin and throwing it away before examining the donut.

"Nothin," he replied and took another bite.

Tony stuck his finger into the filling and licked it. "Mayonnaise, classic, but a waste of good donuts!" he cried.

"There is a price for everything," Thor explained for Clint.

"Ugh," the other team muttered.

They spent the next hour watching TV. No more pranks were played, and they began to feel at ease, as if maybe all of the pranks were done for the day.

"Hey, Nat, can you grab my sweater, I'm cold," Clint complained.

"Get it yourself," she replied, her head resting on Steve's shoulder.

"Please?" he pouted.

"Ugh, fine," Natasha said, annoyed, not wanting to deal with his childish attitude any more than she had to. She pushed herself up and walked over to the closet, where the bucket of eggs was hanging over the door, ready to fall if it were opened slightly. Steve turned to see what she was doing, and uttered a warning. "Nat!"

But it was too late. She opened the door and the bucket came down, drenching her in raw eggs before the plastic container fell to the ground.

Clint's held back laughter faltered and he burst out with shrieks of enjoyment. Thor began chuckling and Bruce was sitting back in amusement.

"Oh, ouch," Tony hissed.

Natasha looked to Clint, who was sitting on the floor next to the couch. As soon as her look of death hit him, his laughter died and everyone pretended like nothing had happened. She literally lit a fire under his ass with her gaze.

Yellow and clear fluid dripped out of her red hair and onto the floor. It covered her shirt, neck, and part of her chest. She blew some of it out of her mouth, annoyed.

"I'm going to take a shower," she stated. However, she did not mention that she would not be using her own shower, for that was exactly what Clint would have wanted her to do.

Instead, she tracked eggs up to Steve's floor and discarded her clothes before turning the water on hot and stepping into the shower. It felt nice at first, but then the scent of gravy began to fill the room. Natasha looked up to find brown water spewing down on her, and suppressed a yell.

Someone had put gravy powder into the shower head. Not Clint, he had already gotten her twice. Only Bruce could have snuck into Steve's room and put the powder in the shower.

"Damn you Bruce," she muttered as the water became clear again as the rest of the gravy was washed down the drain.

When Natasha came down ten minutes later, in a fresh change of clothes, with wet hair and smelling like gravy, no one said anything. Frankly, no one of the opposite team, or on her team, wanted to be dismembered.

Tony was rummaging around in the cabinet for a snack, and when he found it, he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Found the Oreos!"

He brought the package to where everyone was sitting and opened it up, passing it around to the rest of the Avengers before taking one himself.

"Mint, my favorite," Steve said as he bit into it. Everyone else followed suit.

Except that Clint, Thor, and Bruce went running for a napkin.

"DUDE, TOOTHPASTE?!" Clint screamed at Tony, throwing his partially eaten cookie at him. "That's low."

"Retribution for the donuts. And, hey, it worked," he smirked as they returned to the TV after drinking multiple mouthfuls of water to get the taste out of their mouths. "Okay, I need a drink," Tony stated and walked back into the kitchen.

"It's barely three in the afternoon. Seriously?" Bruce asked incredulously.

"No time is a bad time for some whiskey," Tony yelled from the other side of the kitchen, opening up the cabinet that held the liquor. As he opened it, Tony let loose a scream and slammed the cabinet shut.

Steve was up in a hurry, rushing over to see what Tony had screamed about. When he got over there, Tony's pupils were wide and he was breathing heavily.

"What happened?" Steve asked. Tony pointed to the cabinet. Steve opened it slowly and a horrifying clown mask popped out. Steve plucked it from the cabinet and put it behind his back, walking up behind Thor, whom he knew was behind the prank due to his amount of laughter at Stark's scream.

"Thor," he whispered and held the mask up to his face. Thor turned around, ready to answer Steve, but was met with a clown face instead. He jumped, but did not yell, and started laughing when Steve put the mask down.

"Good one, Steven."

"Who the hell knew I was afraid of clowns?" Tony asked once he had gotten control of himself, the liquor forgotten.

"Except for everyone that just found out now, I told Thor because he needed a good prank," Bruce explained.

Tony blew out a hot breath and sat down on the couch. Clint was flipping channels as if nothing had happened, and finally settled on a movie.

"Oh, I like this one, commercials or not," he stated, turning up the volume.

Natasha once again lay her head on Steve's arm and sighed when his arm went around her in a caring gesture. For the next four and a half hours, the team watched Clint's movie and braved the commercials with him.

"Alright!" Bruce said, clapping his hands together when the movie ended. "I'd say that's enough pranking for one day. Anyone have anything else to give, and be honest."

Everyone shook their heads no. A day of pranking had made the entire team tired. Natasha's eyes were closed as she dozed off on Steve.

Tony made a little heart with his hands in their direction.

"Do that again Stark, and I'll kill you," Natasha sleepily threatened. Stark quickly hid the hands and looked around, wondering how she knew.

"However," Bruce continued. "There is one prank that has yet to be completed. Nat, you know what I'm talking about."

Her eyes opened a little bit more. "C'mon, Banner."

"You want Stark to do it?" Everyone looked from a confused Steve to her, expectantly.

She shrugged her shoulders, eyes now completely open. Natasha dipped her head up and kissed Steve on the lips. His eyes widened in surprise, but before anything else could happen, she pulled away, grabbing the note from Steve's back as she did.

"Happy April Fool's Day, guys," she smirked and turned the note around so Steve could see it.

"I fail to see how that's a prank," Steve said, the blush still evident in his cheeks.

"Well," Clint said, getting up from the couch and clapping both Steve and Natasha on the back, "I'm headed up to my floor to clean up water and plastic cups. See you guys in the morning!"

"I must throw away the smashed buzzing things," Thor stated and climbed into the elevator with Clint.

"I'm simply tired and want to sleep before it gets dark out so that clowns can't get me," Tony said in a sarcastic tone, shivering slightly.

"Alarm clocks to put away," Bruce stated and caught the next elevator with Tony.

It was just Natasha and Steve lying on the couch on the communal floor after everyone else had gone up to their respective rooms.

"You have anything to clean up?" Steve asked, looking down at her.

Natasha shook her head. "You have some egged clothes in your bathroom," she warned. Steve simply chuckled.

"Well, I don't feel like moving. You?" She shook her head again and snuggled closer to Steve.

"Come Easter, they are going to get it so bad," Natasha warned, to which they both laughed.

In a few minutes, both the soldier and the spy were asleep.

Alright, I hope you guys liked it! Yes, I do ship Romanogers and I wanted a cute ending for them ;) Please review or PM me if you have any EASTER PRANK IDEAS that you want to see in the story and I will do my best to include them all! Thanks for reading! I'll have the Easter chapter up in the week following Easter.