《Wrong number kid》Just a prank
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Y/n's POV
When I woke up it wasn't that early but I seemed to be one of the first up. And as nice as Thor's hugs are it was really warm and I needed to breathe. I managed to untangle myself from his arms. When I did he rolled over and wrapped his arms around a passed out Peter beside him.
That's when I heard giggling behind me. Not creepy at all. I spin around and see the scarlet witch and quicksilver running around drawing on everyone's faces.
One was racing around and the other was levitating a marker so she wouldn't be next to them if they woke up.
Leaning against the doorway I saw a man that's half robot looking, who I know to be called vision. He was watching the chaos happen. I slowly made my way over to him. I leaned back against the wall beside the door and watched the two with him.
"This happens often?" I asked him.
"Oh yes, if it's not drawing on faces it'd be pranking rooms."
"How does that go?"
"Well this is a much safer option."
"That bad?"
"People have been known for landing on the medical floor. Sometimes literally landing there." I looked at him. His eyes were focused on the scarlet witch. I don't blame him she does look good.
When the two were done they sprinted over to us, well more like they sprinted over to Vision. But they spotted me and smiled.
"We left Tony's face clean so he'll get the blame for this," they both giggled quietly. I smiled back at them.
"For that to work the four of us need to have something on our faces," I commented. Vision gave a slight nod.
"Not bad," the boy stuck his hand out to me. "I'm Pietro."
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"And I'm Wanda," the girl put her hand out too.
"Y/n," I quickly shook both of their hands. Wanda handed me her pen and turned to Pietro who started drawing flowers on her face. I looked to Vision who just looked at me.
I shrugged, uncapped the pen and gestured for him so bend down slightly since he's a good bit over 6 foot. He complied and I drew a moustache monocle.
Then I gave him the pen to draw something.
"I drew a butterfly since you have a fondness for floating on the wind," he told me as I was about to ask.
When he was done I looked over at the other two. Pietro looked like a cat and Wanda was covered in flowers.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Well we need to pretend to be asleep since we'd see the marker on our faces if we were awake and that'd make people suspicious." Vision replied. We all moved back to the couches.
"Wait for my signal," Wanda whispered loudly.
"House full of superheroes and they just prank each other," I whispered under my breath. As much as this is funny there are people- no y/n relax this is going to be fun.
I wrapped the blanket from before around me and sit down next to Thor, leaning on him to act natural. I watched Wanda for whatever signal she was going to give and whatever I was meant to do.
No sooner then us all getting settled did a red strand of light come out gently from Wanda's hand. I watched it slowly make its way across the room, it split in two and kept going. One strand made its way over to Stark and the other to Clint.
They both woke up simultaneously. Clint seemed to wake up slower. Stark stretched and stood up, he then looked around the room at everyone's faces. Realisation hit him as soon as Clint woke up and saw everyone's faces. The four of us pretended to wake up. But we were watching as Clint looked around and his face landed on Stark and his clean face.
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Stark looked panicked which was perfect, he looked like he was caught red handed.
"TONY!" He shrieked out. That woke everyone else up. "What the fuck Stark?"
"Language!"
Everyone quickly woke up and followed the same process as Clint. Tony was soon surrounded by grumpy avengers. I was pissing myself trying not to laugh.
That's when I noticed they all had a pillow in their hands. It seemed that Stark noticed the same time as me because all I heard was,
"Oh shit," before everyone descended on him to beat the shit out of him with their pillows. He started screaming with a surprisingly high pitched scream.
That's when Wanda, Pietro, vision and I burst out laughing. We weren't attacking Stark so everyone turned to look at us. Pillows raised.
"It was you," the winter soldier pointed at us.
And before anyone could say anything I started to say something, "It was just a prank bro." And that's when the four of us ran.
I had no idea where my feet were taking me, I just remembered going down a lot of stairs rather than the elevator which tony could probably override and bring me back. I don't know if the others were that smart. But at least Pietro has his speed, he'll survive at least.
I just kept running and running, surely this isn't necessary?
All of a sudden I found myself outside, how did that happen?
I stopped in a park, no idea how I got there but I needed to catch my breath.
While I was doing that I turned around to look for Stark tower. It was easy to spot, fortunately, but was around ten streets away.
Still breathing heavily I made to go back towards the tower when something found it's way to my mouth. I went to go move the object away when I smelled a very strange smell from it. All I could think of was this isn't good before I felt myself lose control of my body and fall into darkness.
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A/n: so now y/n has interacted with everyone from the group chat something needs to happen, she is
y/n after all. I'm so sad The last Loki episode is out. I haven't seen it yet because I'm waiting until it's dark to watch it. That way I can cry without worry and no one will interrupt me. So that's what I'm looking forward to at 1 am tonight.
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