-Runs around with papers clenched in hand- FINALLY got this chapter updated, sorry I took so long, I had school work, I've been sick, and writers block loomed above me. I blame Loki. But hey I got it up so. There.

"How did you know I was down here?" I asked.

"Jarvis," Loki stated simply.

I nodded.

"It's late you really should get some sleep."

I shrugged and followed him up to the rooms. Clint stuck his head out of his room when we got up there. It was obvious he could tell I'd been crying.

"Steph, are you okay?" He asked and wrapped his arms around me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said and smiled.

I walked into Clint's room when he closed the door leaving him and Loki out in the hallway. I glared at the closed door and crept over to it pressing my ear to it.

"Sir, I'd like to ask you something," I heard Clint say.

"What is it Barton? Wait is it something you wish for Stephanie to hear?" Loki sighed.

"Uhm, no actually,"

"Then you might want to be more aware that she is listening right now."

There was a long silence before Loki said something.

"Ask in a moment-" Loki said. He said more but then it was muffled.

I cursed Loki for knowing how to muffle sound. I strained to hear but then I gave up. I would find out sooner or later. I shrugged and yawned walking over to the bed. I laid on it and stared at the ceiling.

"Jarvis, can you give me the feed from the hallway?" I asked blankly after a few minutes of silence.

"I apologize Miss, but it seems my cameras have been jammed by some type of magic." The AI responded.

"Damn it dad," I cursed and squeezed my eyes shut.

I thought of something I hadn't thought about in a while. I stood up and focused on what I was wearing. I could feel the leather and metal form around me. I smiled and my eyes shot open when I felt the semi heavy helmet form on my head. I smiled at the familiar purple cloth and the cat eared helmet. I messed with the unearthly locks as I sat on the bed. After a while I was overwhelmed with tiredness and I fell back on the bed after taking my helmet off.

I drifted off into darkness. I wasn't fully asleep when someone walked in. It felt like the world was spinning when I felt Clint lightly shake my shoulder. I half heartedly opened my eyes to see the archer. He smiled at me.

"Why are you asleep in metal?"He joked.

I gave him a confused look and sat up. I heard the groan of metal against leather and I remembered I had on my Asgard clothes. I focused and willed the armor away leaving me in a pair of shorts and a sleep shirt. I shrugged, nonverbally asking Clint if that was okay. He smiled at me and kissed me. I stood up lazily from the bed and helped him pull the covers off. When they were away, I slid in and felt Clint hovering above me. I opened my eyes and looked into his blue- grey ones.

"Hm?" I mumbled.

"Are you really okay?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Clint." I responded propping myself up on my elbows bringing my face closer to his.

"Then why were you crying?"

"I was crying because I saw a video of my real mom."

"Oh," He said and brought his lips to mine.

I leaned back onto the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled away and smiled at me. He rolled onto his back and dragged me onto his chest. I sighed and drifted to sleep once more.

Clint woke me up the next morning by kissing me. When he pulled away I opened my eyes.

"Clint, what time is it?" I asked groggily.

"It's seven," he responded.

I made a growling sound and pulled the pillow over my head.

"No, none of that, Steve will kill me." Clint growled and tried to pry the pillow from my death grip.

I let him fling the pillow across the room while I curled up under the sheets. Clint pulled the sheets off of me. I shrugged and curled up into a ball.

"You are seriously going to make me do this aren't you?" I heard him sigh.

I heard water from his bath tub start running. I dismissed it when it stopped; up until I felt Clint wrap his arms around me. He picked me up bridal style and started carrying me. I snapped open my eyes as he walked into the bathroom. He held me over the bathtub which held sloshing water.

"This water is below freezing. You wouldn't wake up so now you are making me drop you in the water." Clint said tiredly.

"Clint, don't you dare," I said seriously wrapping my arms around his neck tightly.

"You leave me no choice, you refused to wake up so I have to make you."

"Clint please no, I promise I'll get ready."

"No I have to drop you in you made me wake you up." He said slowly pulling back his arms while I hovered over the bathtub

"Don't you dare, please let me go; I promise I'll wake up!" I squealed and pressed my face into his chest.

"Do you promise that you won't crawl back into bed and get ready for Steve?" He whispered.

I nodded and I could feel him pulling his arms back and he set me down on the floor. I watched him pull the drain and the water swirled out. When he turned back to me I socked him in the arm.

"Ow, what was that for?" He asked rubbing his arm.

"For almost dropping me in fricken cold water,"

He pressed me against the wall and brought his face inches from mine.

"Well this is for looking so gorgeous while sleeping," he growled and pressed his lips to mine.

I brought my arms up around his neck as his hands slid to my lower back, then lower, then to the top of my thighs. He pushed up forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He carried me over onto the bed and put me down. He got over me and kissed me.

"You know I won't be able to get ready if we do this." I whispered when he broke away.

He dropped his head in defeat.

"One day," he sighed.

"Not this morning," I said as he got off me.

I leaped off the bed and turned when I got to the door.

"If Steve doesn't kill me first, when I get done tonight," I said and winked at Clint.

I bound into my room and changed quickly.

"Jarvis, where does Steve want us to meet?" I asked as I hopped around quickly trying to pull on a pair of jeans.

"He is currently setting up in the conference room Miss." Jarvis responded.

I nodded and quickly pulled on a tee and flats. I looked at the clock. I had five minutes to get down there or Steve would through a hissy fit. I grabbed a notebook and a pencil and ran down to the conference room.