A/N I need to know the genders of Natasha and Loki's babies, and baby names, these things for Wanda too, I really wanna write some baby showers and gender-reveal parties, but I can't do it without you guys' input, I feel bad if I don't include y'all. As always thank you guys for reading my story, and any help, advice, praise, ideas, criticism, or just you yapping in the comments will be read and greatly appreciated. If you guys have an awesome scene in your head you would like to see, you have an OC you want to include, or you want a monster/other characters to pop up in my story. Also, I deal mainly with fluff, so I'm horrible at things like smut and angst, so if you guys don't like those, you're in luck because you probably won't see much of it here!

Peter is 15

"Hey guys, it's been a long time since we've had a group training session," Steve said one fine Saturday afternoon.

"Wait, train, now?" Peter asked, ever the newbie.

"Yeah that's a great idea," Bucky said.

"You know what would be fun?" Clint asked.

"What?" The rest of the Avengers questioned.

"Group Dodgeball game," Clint said grinning.

"Okay, Jarvis? Do we have a room set up for dodgeball?" Tony asked his A.I.

"Yes we do Master Stark-Rogers-Barnes it's on the ninth floor," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied.

"Sweet, let's go," Tony said, and they all went to the 9th floor.

"Okay, let's establish teams, everyone, get in a line," Steve said, everyone followed his orders and then they were sectioned off into teams,

On one team was Peter, Clint, Bruce, Wanda, Tony, and Bucky, on the other team was Pietro, Natasha, Loki, Thor, Steve, and Vision. (A/N If you guys think the teams are unfair, please let me know)

"No weapons, you can use your powers though, you can use the iron suit, Tony, you can use your webs, Peter, magic is allowed, no flying and the usual rules of dodgeball are implied, there are no medics though, and you have to sit on the sidelines if you are hit," Steve said, "On your mark, get set, go!"

As soon as Steve sid go, balls were flying, Peter was using webs to try to catch balls in midair, Wand was using magic to throw multiple balls at once, Tony was using the Iron Suit to get precise hits, Bucky was using his metal arm, Bruce was being normal, he wouldn't bring out the hull unless he had to, and Clint was pretty much champion getting a lot of people out really fast. 

On the other side, Pietro was zipping around, avoiding being hit, Natasha was being, well, Natasha, super-spy woman, Loki was having fun, using magic and illusions, Thor was just using brute strength, seeing as thunder and lightning wouldn't work in this situation, Steve actually had a plan in mind, and was using strategy, and Vision was...just playing.

Soon enough, Bryce, Bucky, Thor, and Vision were out, then Loki and Steve, then Tony, and soon it was just Peter, Wanda and Clint v.s. Natasha and Pietro, just then, Clint nailed Naasah in the head, everyone froze in pure terror. 0.5 seconds later Clint had scurried up in the rafters.

"Uh oh," Peter muttered, "You know he didn't mean to, right Spider-momma?"

"Yeah, I know, I'm still going to get revenge," Natasha said.

"If it makes you feel better we'll surrender," Wanda said, holding her still glowing hands up.

"Yeah sure, good luck getting Clint down from the rafters by the way," Natasha said, walking out of the training room.

Everyone looked at one another before Tony and Bucky held their hands up and said, "I'm out."

Steve sighed, this was bound to happen sooner or later, "You can come down now Clint!"

A muffled "NO!" was heard.

"It's okay Uncle Clint! I don't think it's comfortable up there! You can come down!" Peter yelled

"NOO!"

"Clint, I really think you should come down," Bruce pleaded.

"NOOO!"

"You're being childish Barton," Loki huffed.

"IDC!"

"Did he just?..." Steve asked, pointing up.

"Yeah, wouldn't question it," Tony said, looking up.

"Eye of Hawk! Come down! Let us feast on Poptarts together!" Thor boomed.

"I DON'T WANNA!" Clint screeched like a bird.

"Let's clean up and try later," Wanda said, looking up.

Everyone agreed and started picking up things and tidying the training room. 

A few ours let the training room was looking spiffy and Clint was still not down from the rafters yet.

"Clint, baby, it's okay, she's gone now," Pietro coaxed.

"NO, SHE ISN'T! SHE'S JUST WAITING!" Clint screeched, upgrading to a Pterodactyl noise now.

"Ah, should I get him or Natasha?" Pietro asked with his hands on his hips and looking up.

"Go get him," Tony said, pulling his phone out

A blue blur went past them and everyone looked up to listen to the show. 

A moment later demonic shrieking could be heard from the rafters and everyone burst out laughing.

"Dad," Peter said, hiccuping and giggling, "Isn't it" *hic* *giggle*, "Rude to" *hic* *giggle*, "Record?"

"Don't worry kid," Tony said, clutching his stomach, "It isn't going on social media."

A few seconds later, the shrieking stopped and Pietro appeared beside everyone.

"Ta-da!" he exclaimed happily carrying Clint bridal style, "I have him!"

A grumpy looking Clint was in Pietro's arms, fabric stuffed in his mouth and his hands tied.

"Uh, where'd you get the gag from?" Bucky asked, pointing to Clint's mouth.

"That was ripped off his shirt, he would not stop screaming, the bound arms are his shirt too, he kept on trying to get away from me," Pietro said happily, "I will take him to our room bye!" he yelled zipping off.

"So do they have a bondage fetish or?" Tony asked, resulting in Steve smoking him upside the head. 

"No Tony, it's none of you're business, now let's all freshen up and wet in the living room," Steve ordered, walking away.

Once everyone had "freshened up" they went to the living room to find an adorable sight. Pietro, Clint, and Natasha were all snuggled together on the couch, in said order, eating the cookies Loki had made the previous week and watching Snow White.

"I take it you guys made up?" Steve asked.

 "If you consider me agreeing to not kick his ass into space then yes, we've made up," Natasha said, hugging a seemingly paralyzed Clint.

"Thank god, there's too much junk out in space," Tony said sarcastically.

"I CAN HEAR YOU!" Clint yelled as everyone laughed.