Prompt: Snowball fight

Some of the Avengers were gathered around the kitchen minding their own business. You and Sam were getting coffee. Scott was messing with his regulator.

Clint and Pietro were making their weekly bets. It's a stupid tradition they have. Each of them will put a certain amount of money in a jar and write a list of bets they make on each of the Avengers.

Example; Cap will give another speech about where the peanut butter goes. Tony will host a party to celebrate national literally anything day. Wanda and Vision will push Sam over the edge with their relentless PDA.

Whoever got the most bets correct won the money.

As you were sipping your morning coffee, you looked out of the window that was glazed in ice. The entire lawn was pale white.

You had a genius idea.

"Hey Pie, I've got one for you." You directed towards the Sokovian speedster.

He raised his brows questioningly.

"100 dollars to whoever wins a snowball fight," you smirked.

Sam laughed, "He'll beat your ass. You won't even see him coming."

You considered this, "Fine. No powers."

"I'm in," Clint said despite not being invited.

"Really?" You asked surprised. Clint didn't really do well in the cold.

"Yeah. I could use an extra 100 dollars," he said arrogantly.

You rolled your eyes, "You're on tough guy."

"What about you, Scotty?" You asked the brunette.

Scott smiled, "I'd love to Y/N/N, but I've really got to get this fixed."

"Whoa whoa whoa! I'm starting to feel a little left out. I want a chance at this cheddar too," Sam added as he crossed his arms.

"Fine. Two teams. Me and Sam. Pietro and Clint. Whichever team wins will split the 100 dollars," you decide.

Everyone agreed.

You all went your separate ways to prepare for battle. You collected jackets, beanies, scarves, gloves, boots, and those hand warmer bags.

Once everyone was ready, you met outside. Natasha walked out holding a cup of hot cocoa. She sat down cross legged in the egg chair on the porch.

"And...go!" She said as she started a five minute timer on her stopwatch.

Each team had exactly five minutes to build some kind of barrier.

You and Sam piled snow on top of snow until it was compacted into a thick wall that reached your waist.

Both teams had finished building their barriers when Natasha shouted, "Let the games commence."

You quickly ducked down below the wall and balled as much snow as you could into your hands.

Sam was dodging snowballs left and right, but missing every single one he threw. You shook your head as you began to regret your choice in teammates.

You peeked up over the wall and threw the snowball right at Clint. It was about to hit him right in the chest until Pietro knocked him down.

"Hey!" You heard him yell from the other side after you'd crouched back down.

Sam was so busy cackling at the scene that he hadn't seen Pietro's snowball racing towards him. You heard a whistle blow.

It hit him dead in the shoulder causing him to fall backwards with a thud. He groaned from the ice cold ground, "what the fuck, man."

You tried to hold back your laughter, but ultimately failed.

Sam got up and shuffled over to Nat before sitting down by her with a pout.

You looked over the top of your wall to see a snowball flying right at you. Your body crouched back down immediately by instinct, causing the ball to fly right past you.

Without wasting any time, you gathered a decently large snowball and swung it in Clint's direction. This time, Pietro was too busy gathering snow to help him.

Clint clutched his chest dramatically, "That hurt! That's a foul!"

Natasha blew her whistle again, "Get off the field, old man."

Now it was just you and Pietro.

Pietro was throwing snowballs at the speed of light. "We agreed against using powers, dickwad!" You shouted.

"Well I changed my mind," the platinum haired boy said before laughing maniacally.

That's when Wanda came out of the compound to see what was going on. "Are they okay?" She asked Sam, Clint and Nat.

Clint, who was now wrapped in a blanket like a child, whined, "They're fine, but I'm not."

Natasha rolled her eyes at her best friend before directing her attention to Wanda, "I don't know. I think Y/N could use some assistance." She winked at the brunette.

Wanda smirked and subtly used her telekinesis to create a beach ball sized snowball before dropping it right on top of her brothers head.

"HA!" you laughed in triumph. You ran over and gave Wanda a hug, ignoring Pietro's shouts.

"You cheated!"
"That is not fair!"
"She was not even playing!"

You put your hands on your hips defiantly, "Let's ask the ref." You turned to Nat.

"What do you think, Nat? Was I justified in getting Wanda's help considering Pietro cheated by using his super speed?"

Nat acted like she had to think over the question, "Hmmm...that's a tough one. Pietro does have a point about Wanda not even playing-"

"HA," Pietro gloated a little too soon.

"But I suppose all is fair in snowball fights and 100 dollar bets," Natasha finished. "Y/N wins!"

You and Sam jumped up and down and did a happy dance.
"Pay up, Barton." Sam said with his hand outstretched.

"Yeah, yeah. My wallets inside," Clint nodded toward the door, clearly too comfortable to get up.

Pietro glared at you, "I'll get you back."

"C'mon, Pie. Can't we be civil about this?" You smiled.

"No."

"I'll make you hot cocoa," you bribed.

"I'll think about it," Pietro said pretending to be reluctant as he trailed into the compound behind you.