Clint picked at his shawarma wrap, hardly having the energy to eat. He just wanted to go find somewhere to curl up and collapse, instead he was stuck between Nat and Loki in some kind of post-fight food team session. He forgot why he hated teams so much.

He hoped the pain in his side and arms are not as bad as it seemed, he doesn't think he can deal with the consequences of a mind controlled Helicarrier attack injured.

Loki glanced over at his little hawk as the man sagged further and further into his chair. How had the others not noticed how exhausted he was? Did any of them realise the adrenaline would crash soon and they'd all be the same? He moved his cuffed hands slowly to the other leg, watching as the archer slowly blinked over at him. At least he was here to keep the man going.

Clint blinked slowly as the ache disappeared suddenly, his muscles filled with energy. It felt weird, and he was sure that it was Loki's doing. He turned to look at the man as the others continued to shout at Thor. "It wasn't voodoo, was it? That box," Clint questioned quietly, watching as Loki turned to face him as well. "It was magic."

Loki's lips twitched into a smirk. "It was, the same magic I used to hide myself from sight," Loki said, watching as amusement filled the others eyes.

Clint chuckled, wincing slightly as his chest complained. "Did the boy dance?" He was always curious whether that voodoo box would work, even if he now knows it to be a magical box.

Loki chuckled. "His family had a sudden desire to let their boy dance," he answered. "Why do you ache so much?" He questioned, feeling the pains through the magic he was supplying.

Clint sighed, leaning back against his chair as he closed his eyes. "I had to scale over fifteen floors with only a wire after slamming into the tower," he admitted. That was likely why his body pained so much.

"You did what?!"

Clint startled in his chair as Loki's voice rang clearly over everyone else's. The penthouse was suddenly silent as everyone stared at the two of them. He shrugged. "I was on the flying craft when it gave out and my recoiling mechanism stopped working after I hit the glass."

Nat narrowed her eyes. "So you decided to climb instead of asking for help?"

Clint sighed, covering his eyes with his hand. "You all seemed distracted doing other things," Clint stated, kicking himself at the childish wording.

Loki narrowed his eyes. "The same way they're too distracted to notice one of their own was on the verge of collapsing," he stated sharply.

Clint shrunk into his chair at the accusing looks he received from the others. "M'fine." He ignored the further look he got Nat.

"Without my intervention, you would have passed out five minutes ago, little hawk," Loki stated as he moved his hands into the air, releasing the spell from his little hawk.

"I'm not little—" Clint started before sagging as his pain returned while his energy evaporated. "Fuck don't do that," he said, unable to keep the whine out of his voice. He shuffled slightly under all their attention, blinking back the black that action brought along.

Bruce stumbled out of his chair towards the other. His body was still aching from his recent transformation from Hulk but he could see that the archer was in a much worse state than him.

Clint tried to resist the inspection, but the Loki and Nat quickly held him in place enough for Banner to look over him. "I'm fine," he repeated.

Bruce shook his head as he peeled part of the uniform out of the way. "You have a stab wound, luckily not deep enough for stitches," he stated. "You also look to have broken a few ribs, and likely strained most of your muscles in your upper body," he continued, "let alone the various cuts and bruises all over your body, but those should clear with time."

"Right, bed time I think," Tony said with a clap of his hands. "J.A.R.V.I.S. ready the spare rooms."

"Already prepared for your guests, sir," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied.

"We are checking for any major injuries first," Bruce said, turning towards Tony.

Tony groaned, he hates having check ups. But he'd already seen from the actions of the others while Legolas was being checked that this was not an option to avoid. "Right, to the living space!"

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Loki watched over the others as they were being checked out, feeling Clint snore slightly against his neck. He was amused when the archer had first started to fall asleep, naturally starting to curl up into him as he drifted further into his sleep.

He did feel jealous of how quickly the other fell asleep, he could never just shut off like that. But Loki didn't blame him, his little hawk had overworked himself.

Once the medical checkups were completed without any pressing issues appearing the Avengers all started to trickle out of the room. Loki watched carefully as the redheaded assassin went to approach the two of them before clearly thinking otherwise.

"He doesn't normally sleep well in the open," Nat said quietly. "He doesn't feel safe enough." She doesn't understand how Clint managed to trust the man so quickly, no matter what happened. Clint didn't even sleep like that with her until they'd been working together for over a year.

Loki raised an eyebrow at the other before Natasha walked away. Once they were all out of the room Loki looked down at the sleeping archer. He sighed, he doesn't know why this little mortal kept trusting him this much.

Loki closed his eyes, channelling his energy into a projection focused on matter-handling rather than quantity. When it returned with the healing balm, his hand shook from the effort.

It wouldn't be the best, but it would help with the man's ribs. Loki sighed as he slowly dabbed it into as much bare skin as he could. He'd kept a stock since he rescued Clint.

Clint groaned, waking up to the feeling of fingers against his skin. He froze, before relaxing as he realised that it was just Loki. "What y'doing?" He questioned with a yawn.

"Healing your ribs again. Go back to sleep," Loki said. He smiled as Clint nodded his head and laid back down, letting him manipulate him around. Loki froze as he noticed the necklace resting against the man's chest. He'd forgotten he used a hagalaz rune to collect the chatter.

"Never forgot, y'know."

Loki smiled as he whispered for the man to sleep again. He knew his little hawk wouldn't have forgotten him. He continued to rub the balm into others chest before redressing the archer.

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Clint's eyes snapped awake, he slowly lifted his head from Loki's chest as he noticed Nat leaning against the doorframe. "That's creepy, you know that?" He stated.

Nat hummed thoughtfully as she entered the room fully. "You're moving well for someone with broken ribs," she noted.

Clint narrowed his eyes. What was she playing? "They feel better now," he said. His body still desperately wanted to go back to sleep — well, most of him. He didn't like the way Nat was assessing him as she walked closer.

"He's the man in the tent."

Clint sighed, resting against Loki further. "Yeah," he sighed. There was no way to deny it, especially with the tone of voice she used. He was mentally kicking himself for drunkenly talking with Nat about him. But how was drunk him meant to know the man in the tent was a god he actually was going to run into again?

Nat's lips twitched in amusement. "Oh, you're never going to live this down."

Clint sighed. "I know." He curled up on Loki's chest, determined to get another few hours of sleep before anyone else bothered him.

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The next time Loki woke up first, finding himself over heating under a multitude of blankets. His hawk was curled on his chest almost completely covered by the blanket. Scanning the room, Loki noted that the rest of the Avengers had got up at one point and were now moving around the room.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. says they'll be here to pick you up in an hour for transportation," Tony said as he moved out from behind the bar.

"You don't sound so worried," Loki noted.

Tony snorted, throwing back the rest of his drink. "I don't think birdbrain is gonna to let them anywhere close to you," Tony pointed out, waving his empty glass towards the sleeping agent. "Didn't realise assassins imprinted, but who am I to judge the one called Hawkeye?"

"I'm not a baby bird," Clint groaned sleepily as he turned his head to look over at the man. He yawned as he started waking further. He rarely gets such a good sleep. "Why is S.H.I.E.L.D. coming anyway, didn't we contact them?"

Tony rolled his eyes as he poured out another glass. "Like the pirate actually listened," he stated. He got up from the bar, intending on nursing this drink instead of downing it like the previous two.

Clint sighed, closing his eyes before rolling off Loki only to tangle himself in the blanket resting on him. He couldn't avoid the noise he made, even when Loki swiftly caught him by the scruff of his uniform. "Uh, thanks," he chuckled before getting to his feet out of the blanket.

"Even getting up is a risk to your neck?" Loki questioned with a raised eyebrow, hearing Clint choke back a laugh. Strange little mortal, balanced one second, clumsy the next.

Clint held back his laugh with a shake of his head. He never outgrew that clumsiness. He scanned the room, quickly locating the space they grabbed the plates from the night before. And when he started to open other drawers he quickly located a stash of energy bars.

Clint leaned against the table, ignoring the throbbing in his leg as he ate through a handful of the bars. His hands clenched around the blade hilt on his waist as the elevator door pinged open early, a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents entering the penthouse. In the front of them was Fury.

Clint doubled over with his laughter at the man's face. He nearly cried at the look he got when a clearly green-eyed Loki caught him.

"Motherfu–"

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