Did everyone enjoy the first one shot? I hope you did, because here's another. I got this idea from thinking of some of the milder things Loki could do to cause mischief. Yet again, more Clint. I promise the next one has everyone.

"I think you should try bonding with everyone."

It was late Friday night, and Tony was cuddling with Loki after having an amazing round if sex in positions he didn't even know existed. The words just slipped out without much thought, but he'd said them, so the thought was planted.

"How do you mean?" Loki asked, turning to face him.

"Well, you've been living here for ages, and you're not exactly on the best terms with everyone. Maybe you should try doing something with each of them to prove you've changed."

"I could try that," Loki said thoughtfully, his brow creasing. "What would you suggest?"

"Well, I think Clint needs working on before he can accept the fact you're here. How about you offer to do target practice with him?" Tony shrugged, almost wishing he'd never said anything.

"You know, I'll do that tomorrow. I'll speak to Barton and see if he's willing," Loki decided. "Until then, let's sleep."

He curled his arms around Tony's waist, resting his head in the crook of the man's neck.

"Good morning, Barton," said Loki, sitting next to Clint on the sofa.

He said nothing, just looked at Loki suspiciously.

"I'm not going to attack you. I was merely wondering if you'd want to do some target practice. Stark mentioned you were looking for someone to practice with."

Clint sat, torn between desire to practice, and distrust for Loki. "Yeah, I'd be up for that," he said finally.

"Excellent. Shall we go to the training room?"

"Umm, sure. Just let me get my bow and arrows." Clint stood, utterly surprised by Loki's eagerness to help him. "Meet you there in 10?"

Loki nodded, satisfied with himself.

"So, I just need you to keep these targets moving," Clint said uncomfortably, 10 minutes later.

"I'm sure I can do that," Loki stepped over to the targets, examaning them. They began to move, seemingly of their own accord, but Clint remembered Loki's magic. Shaking off the feeling of unease, he took aim and fired.

There was a familiar hiss, and Clint waited expectantly for the 'thwunk' that would mean he'd hit his mark. Only it never came. When he looked around, it was to see his arrow sticking out of the wall at the back of the room. Confused, he fired at another of the targets. Yet again, he missed. Again and again, he kept firing and missing. His confusion was soon replaced with fury. He was Hawkeye for gods sake, he never missed! At least, not until today.

When down to his last arrow, Clint made sure his aim was perfect, and when he fired, his eyes never left the arrow. With a jolt, he realised what was wrong. For less than a second, the target disappeared. It gave just enough chance for the arrow to go sailing through where the target should have been, then it would reappear. "Son of a bitch," Clint muttered. He turned to Loki, who was evidently trying to hide a grin. "I'm not fucking practicing with you again, asshole," he yelled, collecting his arrows.

Loki couldn't help himself, he began to laugh in earnest, his whole body shaking. The sound echoed around the room, filling every inch with the beautiful sounds of mischief.

"It's really not that funny, dude," Clint said, quieter than before.

"Oh, but you see it is. I can't believe it took you so long to realise what I was doing," Loki wheezed.

Shaking his head, Clint walked away.

"Stark, your boyfriend's an ass hole," Clint stated casually, leaning back in his chair.

"What?"

"I'm not practicing with him ever again."

"Why? He was trying to be nice."

"Nice? He used his goddamn magic to screw with the targets. Is that nice?" Clint demanded.

"Loki," Tony shouted. "Can you come in here for a moment?"

Loki walked in, sitting on Tony's lap.

"What did you do to Clint?"

Loki recounted his little trick, watching as the assassins' face grew stonier and stonier.

"Ok, that is pretty funny," Tony admitted.

"What?" Clint howled. "You should be defending me!"

"I think you're mistaking me for Natasha," the genius smirked.

"Fuck off," retorted Clint, storming off with his middle finger in the air.

"That was brilliant," Tony snorted, once he knew he was at no risk of being overheard.

"I know," sniggered Loki, kissing Tony.