"Oh hey, Barton." She looked up from her magazine and set down her mug of coffee as he heard lazy footsteps dragging towards her in the lounge room.

The newly-awoken archer gave her a short glance and gave a brief moan in reply, his hand on the back of his neck.

"Up late again?" She teased with a slight smirk plastered on her face.

The marksman had set himself down right next to her- well, more of just sprawled out on the couch, his foot elevated on the pristine Stark-made coffee table. He simply nodded in reply.

"…Lazy morning, you know? Nothing to wake you up." His mouth twitched as he turned and buried his face in the fluffy pillows.

"How about some caffeine?" She offered, nudging his arm with her lukewarm black-and-red mug.

Clint turned his head and peeped at the cup of Joe before giving a wide grin, "You mean out of your cup?" He raised an eyebrow, "Grooooossss…." He whined like a spoiled brat with stifled laughter.

The female agent snickered and lightly kicked his leg, "You're suck a kid."

"Well that's not the point now, is it?"

. . .

"…well…" The redhead began, a smile growing on her lips… "It silk do."

"I don't know, 'Tasha… overdose makes me quiver." He raised up his head and returned the smile.

"Widow'nt have epinephrine here, Barton." She huffed.

"Arrow know… is it necessary?" He poked at her mug with a fake grimace.

"I'll tell you, ever since the tesseract thing, weave all hadn't had our good night's rest." Natasha moaned dramatically, taking a stray strand of hair back in place.

"I guess I just shaft to deal with it then." His shoulder shrugged; his body turning upright. "I'm nock taking chances."

She leaned forward towards Clint, nudging his shoulder, "Then why don't we take Stark's prototype jets for a… spin." She grinned.

The archer jumped up on his bare feet in the fuzzy rug, turned and held out his hand, "Well then… Lego, las."

. . .

Thunderous laughter erupted, Clint falling to his knees and Natasha falling sideways to the couch. He shook his head, "That was just stupid."

"Stupid?" She repeated, pretending to be offended, "'Lego, las'?" She mocked, her index fingers pointing upwards against her ears to mimic the character, "That was stupid."

"Hey, I ran out, okay?" He brought his hands up in defence. "Not all of us can be right on target."

Before he knew it, a pillow was thrown towards his face. "Enough, already!" Natasha cried, roaring with laughter.

Clint smiled to himself, laughing along,"Oh, Natasha… always the best wake-up call…"

PUNS. PUNS EVERYWHERE. Actually, there's more to the archery jokes, just not enough I could fit. Thanks for reading and stuff, I really hope you like my half-ass'd humor. And just for ya'll Hawkeye fans out there, I have an ask blog in tumblr for our favorite Clint Barton if you wanna go ask 'er something. Just "ask-hawkeye-of-avengers" +"." : P

HAIL TO THE BLACKEYE / BLACKHAWK!