#scribblescratches

Jack: So...what do you do when you’re not stabbing people to death?

Anti: ...I stab them to life.

Jack: D:

Anti: It’s been very therapeutic.

256.

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

Clint laughed across at him as Bucky fished the little paper pellets out of his hair and Bucky bared his teeth in return. 

“I’m sorry,” Tony said, “is this a briefing or have I somehow wandered into the SHIELD creche?”

“He started it,” Bucky said, and Clint grinned and stuck out his tongue. 

“This,” Tony said to Bruce, who’d followed him in. “This is why I’m never having kids.” 

“Oh?” Bruce said absently. “I thought it was Steve’s lack of a uterus.” 

“I’ll admit that doesn’t help,” Tony said, swinging himself into a chair and grabbing the agenda from the middle of the table. Clint had already shredded his and was industriously rolling the paper into tiny projectiles. He picked one up thoughtfully and rolled it between his fingers. 

“Try it,” Tony said without looking up, “and see if you get any more trick arrows.” 

There was a moment’s contemplative silence. 

“I wouldn’t,” said Bruce. 

“Clint -” Bucky started, then swore creatively as another ball of paper ended up in his hair. “I warned you,” he said, and shoved his chair back with a loud scrape.