Over the year that they had been sharing the tower, each of the avengers had fallen into a routine. Whether for breakfast, team meeting, or free time, each had a specific spot around the dining table.
Bruce would sit in the seat closest to the kitchen bench, allowing him to watch everyone else. Keeping an eye on everyone else was a habit that he has yet to grow out of, no matter how comfortable he felt in the tower. He would also have a cup of tea in his hands, a simple distraction if he needed to remove his mind from any arguments amongst the team.
Natasha would sit next to him, on his right. The team had discovered that she was best able to stop the hulk from any excess destruction, so Bruce often felt cqlmer simply by her presence. She always had her hands on top of the table, looking unarmed, though she knew she had a knife in her shoes, just in case.
Thor would sit across from nayasha, eting loudly, no matter what the food was. When not eating, he enjoyed trying to elicit any emotions from Natasha.

(This was a game amongst the entire team, complete with a monetry prize. Clint won most often.)

Steve sat at the head of the table, facing his team, except for Clint. He felt that, frOm this position, he would be able to best communicate with his entire team at once. He had attempted to include Clint as well, but the archer would not move from his spot.
Clint would sit on the kitchen bench, always eating some form of fruit. This position allowed him to be able to see over everyone else, which gave him a sense of comfort and familiarity. The position also gave him and Natasha the ability to communicate silently, in a way that none of the others had managed to decode yet.
Tony, who was almost always the last to arrive to any set meetings, would sit ath the opposite end of the table to Steve, and always with a tablet in his hands. This allowed him to annoy the soldier easily; any time Steve was talking, he would see tony seemingly paying attention to only his tablet. Despite appearances, tony would often contribute to team discussions as much as anyone else, often while staying focused on the tablet.

Clint arrived in the kitchen, and after taking an apple from the fridge, took his place on the bench. He then cast his eyes across the assembled team.

The first thing that he noticed was Natasha sitting where Bruce normally would, nursing a cup of tea.
In Thor's usual spot sat Bruce, who looked out of place without his cup of tea.
At the head of the table, Clint couldn't miss the distinct head of Tony, where Steve would normally sit.
And Thor in Natasha's spot.
"So, I'm going to guess that I'm not the only one not in their body?" He asked around his mouthful of apple. He was met with four sets of eyes that clearly said "no shit Sherlock."
Clint held up his hands defensively. "Gee, sorry I asked. Hey, where is my body?"
Natashas voice responded, "He's still in the bedroom. He, uh, was acting strange."
Clint raised an eyebrow. What's strange is hearing Tasha stammer. "Strange, how?"
"He seemed panicky. He wouldn't respond to my questions, and he kept moving his mouth with no sounds coming out."
Clint then saw Thor moving his hands around, and was confused for a moment, before realising that it must be Natasha.
{hearing aids?} Natasha spelt out, in sign language.
{what about them?}
{did you wear them last night?}
{no. Why?}
Natasha didn't respond to that, instead giving Clint a look, which Clint understood to mean 'seriously?'
Clint had to admit, the look looked downright out of place on Thor's normally cheerful face.
Pieces clicking together, Clint swung off of the benchtop, and threw his apple core into the bin.
"I'll go get him," he threw over his shoulder as he walked to his room.

Pausing before the door, he briefly considered knocking, before remembering that it would be pointless. Opening the door, and quickly closing it behind him, he saw his own body curled up on the ground.
Okay, that is kinda weird, he thought to himself, as he walked over to his bedside table. Picking up the hearing aids, he knelt in front of his body, placing a hand on his arm.
The look of pure panic that he saw on his face was one that he had not seen in a long time. Forcing his face to look as reassuring as possible, he held his hands up, showing (hopefully) that he meant no harm. The face gave him a wary look, before seeing the aids in his hands. Smiling, Clint handed them over, before showing him how to put them in. The body gave them a weary look, before putting them in his ears.
After a moment, he grimaced, hands flying to his ears.
Clint smiled. "Feeling better?"
"Why is everything buzzing?" Opening his eyes, Tony looked at Clint wide eyed. "I can hear again! What did you do cap?"
Clint shook his head. "I'm not cap."
Tony smiled. "Really? Trying to pull a practical joke on me? It was my ears on the fritz, not my eyes."
Clint stood up, and gestured towards the bathroom. "See for yourself."
Tonh stood up, raising an eyebrow.
"See what for myself?"
In lieu of replying, Clint merely gestured to the mirror.
"Funs, whatever. What's so interesting about..." Tony stop talking once he saw his reflection. "Wow cap, this is quite the joke. What did you do, get Loki in on it?" While talking, Tony was poking his face.
Clint sighed. "Please stop touching my face, I'd rather have it in tact when I get it back."
Tony turned around, eyeing Clint warily. "So, you're not cap?"
Clint shook his head.
"So, what did I miss?"
"Probably easier to have everyone together. Bruce called a team meeting, but you didn't show."
"I couldn't hear anything, not until you... What did you do to me?"
Clint shrugged nonchalantly. "Hearing aids."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "What? Why would you need hearing aids?"
"Uh, because I 80% deaf?"
"You are? How did I not know this?"
Clint shrugged again. "Not many do. Not even shield."
"Does the buzzing ever stop?"
"No, I haven't figured that out."
Tony took one out of his ear, looking at it closely.
"I'll figure it out," he muttered, before returning he device to his ear. "So, team meeting?"
"Yeah."
The pair left the room, closing the door behind them. Just before they reached the kitchen, Tony turned to Clint. "Don't worry, I wont tell anyone that you and Natasha are sleeping together."
Clint froze momentarily, while Tony kept walking into the kitchen.

A/N

I am not going to write on my phone, and edit on my iPad again. That was not a fun experience.

Okay, so I don't like this chapter. Another one setting up for the future. Oh well, there are fun times in the future.

Matters to clear- takes place after Avengers. They all have rooms in the tower, with varying degrees of use. Loki hangs around, because he's been pardoned. So he will appear soon.

i apologise for the time between chapters- I had the previous three all written at once, and just kept trying to re-write this one. Then I gave up. The next chapter will be soon.

If anything is unclear, please let me know. I am trying to improve my writing, and any feedback is welcome.

Thank you for reading :)

Next chapter: Team Meetings are always fun