"Clint's down and we need a plan. Any ideas?"

"Throw his corpse into the open and run like hell?" You, Wanda, and Steve turn to Bucky, who shrugs. "What?"

"I agree with the man," Clint says from the floor. 

"Shut up, Clint, you died," You hiss, motioning to the orange nerf dart over his heart. "Rhodey has the best aim on their team."

"Had," Bucky corrects, sliding down the wall and rests the rifle nerf gun across his knees. "Just got a head shot."

A loud "shit!" could be heard from across the hall, where Pietro, Tony, and now a dead Rhodey are stationed. Followed by "Rhodey, no, please don't die on me! Nooooo!"

"Can it, Stark!" Wanda shouts, peeking over the barricade and stops a dart inches from her forehead. "Meet your demise!"

You watch as she redirects the target, sending it flying right as Bruce strolls into the room. He lets out a startled yelp when the dart hits him right between the eyes.

"Oh my god," You kill the laughter, seeing Bruce reach up and rip the dart off his face.

"Is this a test?" He asks, looking at the two over turned tables. "Some sort of combat simulation only with.. plastic guns and fake bullets?"

"It is war and you are standing right in the way!" Pietro leaps over the table, runs Bruce out of the room, and returns in less than seconds. "We may proceed!"