This came from watching my favorite Tom Hiddleston video 5 times in a row. If you curious the video is Tom Hiddleston-hips don't lie by StraightEdgedChaos. Also, I realized after I posted chapter 2 of A Tale of two Asgardians that spell check tweaked my two commentors names. Fn2187gurl, chiafun, my bad.

"Want to go on a mission?"

Jane Foster looked up in surprise at the question Hawkeye presented her. "Me?" She was flabbergasted. She wasn't a skilled assassin like Natasha, or great at hand to hand like Steve. She was just...Jane.

He gave her a boyish smile. It was adorable but scary. "You don't have too, but I thought it would be nice to get you out of the mansion for a while. You game?"

She tossed aside her book. "To be honest, I am starting to get a bit of cabin fever, so he'll yeah!"

His gaze swept over her. "Good. But first, we need to get you out of those clothes."

"Huh?"

He was honestly surprised when she had asked him out. Since their first interaction, things had been a little tense between the two of them. Still, they were at a club. That meant dancing. Wordlessly, he took her hand and led her out into the crush of humanity that filled the dance floor.

She moved automatically, not really enjoying herself. He quickly picked up on this. "You don't seem like your enjoying this. Close your eyes, give yourself over. Make me believe."

Her eyes blazing, she turned around, and presented him with her charming backside. She tossed her hair and began to move more naturally.

"There's a good girl."

Hawkeye and Scholar had been watching the pair for the better part of a half hour. Watching the pair was making her wonder if Hawkeye's idea of a well placed sniper shot wasn't the way to go. The woman threw her head back and laughed at whatever the man was whispering in her ear. It made Jane's blood boil.

"Well, Scholar. Your the brains of the team. What's your plan?" Hawkeye murmured, barely audible above the music.

Jane narrowed her eyes. It was her job to plan this extraction with minimal casualties. "I go left, you go right. We sandwich them in the middle, leave separately and regroup back at the mansion tomorrow morning."

He mulled this over. "It's pretty simple."

"Less chance for something to go wrong."

He agreed. "When do we go?"

She watched the man begin to move his hips suggestively. His mercurial gaze met hers. She felt her body tense at the seductive look on his face.

"Now."

Hawkeye struck first. He wrapped his arms around her waist and silently dragged her away. All the other club patrons were unaware of the silent abduction. her companion turned, only to come face to face with Jane. She tried her best to look intimidating, but was amazed at how tall he was.

"Well, that dress certainly looks stunning on you." He purred. Jane smoothed her hands self consciously over the silver and gold sequined dress. The man presented her with his wrists. "I'm yours."

The. Eat morning, Clint made his way into the kitchen , in search of a much needed cup of coffee. Jane was already there, nursing her second, while a separate cup sat steaming across from her. After his first few sips, he began to feel more normal. He glanced at her. "How's your new friend doing?"

"Sleeping quite soundly. Yours?"

"Same."

After a few more silent minutes, he sat back. "Your a good Agent, Scholar. I wouldn't mind working with you again."

Jane smiled at the compliment. "So, mission accomplished?" She held her coffee mug up.

"Mission accomplished." He touched his mug to hers.

Meanwhile, in the gym, Loki was throwing daggers at Clint's practice range. He only stopped when Natasha joined him.

"How did you sleep?" He asked politely.

"Like a baby. You?"

He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Didn't really do much sleeping."

She laughed. "Good job. Mission accomplished."

He saluted her with his blade in response.