Well, I've started on another fic. This was meant to be a sequel to Expecting The Unexpected, but I couldn't wait, so this is a collection of one shots. I've got a few already written, and they're so much fun to do. Apologies in advance for the amount of Clint in these. I can't help it, and he's a lot of fun to write for. Anyway, enjoy!

Tony walked into the kitchen, stretching, ignoring the aches all over his body. He padded over to the coffee machine, whilst glancing around to what he had that didn't involve any effort. Eventually, his eyes fell on an apple. Not what he'd consider a usual breakfast, but it was quick and simple.

"Morning," came a voice from the table. Tony jumped, his eyes falling on Clint, who'd been sitting at the table. He was smirking, and looking oddly pleased for 7 in the morning.

"What's got you in a good mood?" Tony raised an eyebrow. Out of all the Avengers, Clint was worst when it came to mornings. Tony blamed it on having to wake up next to Natasha every morning, but he'd decided that thought would be best kept to himself. He'd had to deal with a very angry Natasha more times than he cared to remember.

"Oh nothing, really. I'm guessing you're in a good mood though."

"What do you mean?"

"After last night."

Realisation hit Tony like a tone of bricks. Of course. Clint (and probably everyone else) had heard him and Loki last night. It wasn't really a big deal, it wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last time, but Loki preferred their sex life to remain private. Or as private as it could be, living with a bunch of the nosiest people Tony had ever met.

"So how was it?" Clint asked. He had a shit-eating grin, but Tony was determined not to let him win. He took a bite of his apple, contemplating how best to attack.

"It was fabulous, thank you, Barton."

Tony's jaw dropped. He began to choke on his apple, doubling over and coughing. A certain god of mischief had just wandered into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. To be more specific, Tony's boxers.

Recovering from his coughing fit, Tony sipped his coffee, struggling to keep a straight face. "Loki's right. It was possibly the best sex I've ever had."

"The best, huh?" Loki walked over to Tony, pressing against him and tracing his jawline.

"Definitely," Tony confirmed hoarsely.

"Maybe if you're good, we can have another round tonight," crooned Loki.

Tony just moaned, reacting to Loki's cool fingers slipping under his shirt.

"Stop! Stop! You win, alright? Holy shit! I just wanted to mess with you a bit, not get fucking details on tonight's plans," Clint howled, looking slightly green.

"If you didn't want to know, you shouldn't have asked," Tony called out, wrapping his arm around Loki's waist.

"Jesus Christ. You guys take jokes too far," Clint mumbled, storming off, abandoning his cornflakes.

Tony and Loki exchanged glances, then dissolved into fits of laughter.

"Fucking hell. That was... perfect!," wheezed Tony, gripping Loki's arm tightly.

"I'm the god of mischief, Stark. Barton is too easy to fool. I couldn't resist."

Tony pulled Loki in for a kiss, a grin still fixed on his face. The kiss soon turned into a full-out make out session in the kitchen. Loki was grinding slowly against Tony's crotch, eliciting moans from the genius.

Loki's lips moved to Tony's earlobe, launching an attack on the tender skin.

"Shit," he breathed, threading his fingers through Loki's hair.

From the doorway, there came a sound of someone clearing their throat. The two men sprang apart awkwardly, their eyes falling on Steve. The soldier was looking down awkwardly, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Sorry, Steve," mumbled Tony, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, it's fine. I shouldn't have... I should have waited or something."

Loki looked bemused, and Tony elbowed him in the ribs, shooting him a glare.

"This is the kitchen, how were you supposed to know that I was here with Loki. Anyway, you can get on with whatever you wanted to do." he tugged Loki's hand, walking out of the room.

"That was unusually polite," Loki said, once they were out if earshot of Steve.

"Well, I thought I should try and salvage what's left of his innocence, what with our night time activities being louder than I thought."

"How considerate of you. But those night activities don't just have to be at night," Loki purred, his hands roaming over Tony's clothed chest.

Within seconds, they were in the bedroom, and Tony sent out a silent thank you that Loki was able to teleport.