this feels like a bad time for it to not be peter (wrong number)

clint

third person pov

the next morning rosie wand wanda went on there run and then they returned to their own rooms, both wanting to have a shower. nat and sam were both preparing breakfast whilst steve sat drinking coffee. everyone else was still asleep, tony and bruce having worked late the night before. as rosie came out of the shower and looked in her mirror, her hair was a light, but very noticeable shade of pink. "ohhh, whoever did this is going to have hell to pay..." she mumbled to herself. she then got dressed and knocked on wandas door. wanda opened the door, mouth wide whilst catching a climpse at rosies hair. it was a well known fact rosie wasn't fond of the colour pink, due to it being the colour of injections she would have to have as a child. she only used a pink water bottle because it was one of the only things she had left from her childhood, her older sister having given it to her one birthday."dont say anything, come on" rosie said in a quiet, yet stern tone, before walking hand in hand with wanda to the main room. "friday tell everyone to come in the main room NOW" the small girl exclaimed. steve, sam and nat all looked at the pair who had entered the room. wanda slowly shook her head, indicating not to comment on the pink nature of the girls hair.

as tony, bucky and clint walked in, they all started laughing, until rosie gave them a death glare which could only be compared to that of one natasha romanoff. soon bruce and peter followed just staring wide mouth at the girl. everyone stood in the room in dead silence, staring at a furious rosie. "someone better tell me who the fuck did this right now" the girl demanded. everyone knew she meant business, and assumed this is what peter meant about getting on her bad side "no, none of you have anything to say, well someone put pink hair dye in my shampoo, now i'm basically a human lie detector so..." everyone still stayed silent "okay fine, i'll be sitting in the seating area, come over to prove your innocence" and with that she sat on the sofa, followed by wanda "you didn't do this right" rosie whispered to her
"oh god no, pink isn't your colour, i miss the blonde" wanda said, her lips slightly smiling
"okay, good, i just had to check" rosie responded, before they waited for people to come over.

as they were saying this, the rest of the team shared glanced, natasha and sam focussed on a certain archer, known for pranks around the tower. peter was the first to sit across from wanda. "rosie, you know this wasn't me" he said sincerely
"i know, if it were you, it would've been blue or red" the girl said this comment, which somewhat resembled a joke, in a completely serious tone. "you can go" she said looking up the boy. peter practically ran back to the kitchen, having only seen his friend this angry on 2 occasions, one being right now. natasha approached the sofa next, with extreme caution
"hey rosie, i swear this wasn't me"
"but you have suspicions?" rosie wasn't yet knowledgable about who would've done something like this, whereas she knew natasha would be "what" natasha replied
"well, care to share?"
"are you going to kill him?"
"yet to be decided"
"well then your on your own kid"
"okay come on nat, i was kidding"
"good luck, glad i'm no longer a suspect" natasha replied walking away. rosie noticed clint look at nat as she approached the rest of the group, he seemed nervous. "hey clint, want to go next?" she said, her so far straight face shifted slightly to a smile. this alarmed wanda, who had been sitting next to her this entire time. clint looked to the rest of the group, who all turned, watching cautiously as he approached the two girls.

"hey clint, anything you want to tell me"rosie asked, with a smile
"ummm...no" he said whilst his foot tapped on the floor
"why do you seem so, nervous"
"nervous...i-i'm not nervous"
"aren't you an assassin clint, master marksman, never misses" rosie said all of this is a sweet tone, but it was laced with venom.
"i ummm-yeah"
"then why is it your hands are shaking" rosie said looking down to the mans hand, it was shaking slightly, but barely noticeable.
"i-ummm, i..."
"you, put pink hair dye in my shampoo whilst i was cycling with wanda" clint wasn't sure how to respond "if you wont admit it, i can ask friday, didn't take you for a corward clint" she whispered the last part, barely loud enough for clint to hear
"i'm really sorry rosie"
"its all right clint, maybe should've just come forwards...perhaps" clint looked terrified as rosie stood up from the couch "when's breakfast guys?" she asked whilst facing the rest of the team. they all looked shocked as rosie seemingly shook off what had happened, except peter who knew this to be her m.o. as she walked past clint, she whispered almost silently into his ear
"could've chosen any colour, but you chose pink" before sitting, smiling next to wanda. clint started choking on the food he was eating, getting an 'are you okay look' from sam to which he just gave her a thumbs up.

"oh guys, guess what rosie did last night at training" natasha was picking up on rosies subtle intimidation techniques to phase clint, and felt slightly proud. also annoyed by the archers constant pranks, she decided to join in "she punched the punching bag, metal chain still attached, clean off the hook" everyone seemed shocked, whilst rosie shot a look at clint saying 'i could literally knock you out with my pinky, no sweat dripping'. the rest of breakfast entailed normal conversations and rosie shooting a look at clint at random intervals. "thank you for the breakfast nat and sam, me and wanda have plans so if you'll excuse us" rosie and wanda both smiled, took each others hands and left the room "we have plans" wanda asked
"revenge, oh and a bike ride to a picnic this afternoon if you would care to escort me"
"like a date?"
"that was my intention" to which wanda just smiled.

wandas pov

"okay so, bike ride at 2, picnic at 3, i'll start making it at 1 which gives us 2 hours planning time"
"what do you think, for a plan"
"well it's either prank him back or murder... as much as i want to do the second one, i only hurt bad guys, never kill, and i also dont think many of the towers fellow occupants would appreciate it"
"no, i dont think they would either"
"okay so i haven't ever tried this whole 'revenge' thing before so i may need some help... but i was thinking, since he loves the colour pink so much, why not add it to his favourite thing"
"before we continue, friday, was the hair dye clint bought permanent"
"no miss maximoff, it should rinse out in2-3 weeks" the ai informed us
"oh, thank god" rosie said letting out a sigh of relief
"okay so, i think we should definitely paint his favourite bow"
"you think we need more stuff too?" rosie asked me
"yes, his bedsheets, since he loves his bed so much"
"oh, that's good, and we can steal and hide his other"
"okay so since the plan is done, cuddles and watching tv"
"cuddles and watching tv" rosie replied nodding. and we stayed that way until 1pm