Author's Note: I am on vacation away from good wifi, so it may be awhile between updates...

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel nor the Avengers

"Rain check on that date?" Clint asked meekly.

"Holy shit! What happed to you?!" Angela exclaimed looking at his injuries.

"He fell off the roof of a building in Paris, some how managed to string an grappling hook arrow and crash through the window of an adjacent building," Natasha informed her as she stepped out from behind him.

Angela held back a laugh. "That's unbelievable!"

"Come in, have a seat!" Angela told Clint. Natasha followed in behind him as he maneuvered his way to the couch.

"Oh it gets better," Natasha said.

"No it doesn't, Nat," Clint growled before looking at Angela, who was wide eyed at the moment. "The doctors over reacted. They are forcing me on a two week vacation!"

"I should hope so! Have you looked in a mirror?" Angela exclaimed.

"Its not a big deal," Clint said nonchalantly. "I have done that same stunt before and wasn't hurt."

"You're right but the building you landed in last time didn't explode sending you flying into the river," Natasha retorted.

Angela gasped, "The building exploded?!"

"Yeah, but no one else was in the building at the time."

"You were!" Natasha looked at her phone and then turned to Angela. "He's going to need rest soon. Do you mind helping him back to his apartment? The director wants me back and we can't get the nurse out here until tomorrow."

"Nurse?" she asked not understanding why he needed one, other than the pain and the leg he didn't look that bad.

"Nat…" Clint warned but she obviously ignored him.

"Clint can kind of be a baby when he's injured. A big baby. SHIELD learned long ago that he needs constant supervision to make sure he doesn't wander off to a gym and start training."

"That happened one time!" he protested.

"He also can't do anything for himself! He tends to whine," Natasha continued.

"I do not!" came the reply.

"A lot," she continued as if he wasn't there. "Makes everyone else do everything for him."

"So SHIELD ships him home, with a baby sitter; who's probably a low level entry, probably never heard of Clint before and is sent to deal with him, mostly likely on their first day."

"Now you're catching on," Natasha said cracking a grin.

"He could stay here," Angela suggested. "On the couch," she added.

"Did you not here what I just said? He's a pain in the ass."

"HE'S right here and listening!"

"It won't be a problem," Angela spoke to Natasha. Neither of them were paying Clint much attention until Angela finally asked him, "You wanna stay here or should Natasha call in the calvary?"

"Here's good. If its truly ok with you."

"Yeah no problem."

"Wait a second," Clint said suddenly suspicious. "How do you know her name?"

Natasha stiffened. For what ever reason Angela felt the need to come to the rescue, "You told me her name, remember?"

"No, I always call her Nat."

"Oh, umm…" Angela didn't know what to say.

"Oh look at the time, I have to go. Wouldn't want to keep the good Director waiting," Natasha acting casual. Even Angela could tell it was too out of character for her. Natasha walked to the door.

"Nat, what did you do?" Clint called out.

"I don't know what you are talking about," she said before turning to Angela, "Hope you know what you got yourself into."

She took out a piece of paper and handed it to her. Looking at it, Angela saw it was a phone number. "Call me if he becomes to much."

Suddenly Angela wasn't sure about letting him stay, but decided it was nothing.

"Bye," Angela said. Natasha turned and left, leaving Angela to close the door behind her.

Angela went into the kitchen and pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge. She went over to the couch and sat next to Clint.

Handing him a beer she said, "Here, you look like you need this."

"Thanks," he replied.

She didn't miss the slight wince as he opened it.

"We could watch a movie," she suggested.

"Sure."

"Let me go change into more comfortable jeans while you decide," she said putting her beer down and handing him the box that contained the meager collection of her remaining DVDs. She had to leave most of her collection in Iowa.

She went into her bedroom and changed, when she came out Clint had picked out a movie and she put it in.

Once the opening credits started, Clint broke the silence.

"So Natasha…" he stated.

"Yeah, she might have paid me a visit…"

"I told her not to."

"Don't be mad," Angela said laughing. "According to her you were out of the country, so I was fair game."

Clint said nothing so she continued. "Yeah, she came here asking to see some guy name Tom. I told her no one named Tom lives here but I have a neighbor named Clint."

She could feel Clint tense up next to her. He opened his mouth to say something but Angela cut him off, "Oh wait. It might have been the other way around."

Clint relaxed, as the movie started he said "Thank you."

"I told you. Your secret is safe with me."

Clint said nothing so Angela put her feet on the couch and leaned side ways against Clint.

The movie played on.

"What happened to your leg, by the way? Is it broken?" Angela asked breaking the silence.

"Just a bad sprain according to the doctor, but I have had worse so I don't understand why they are making me sit out for two weeks," he complained.

"It has nothing to do with the fact that you seem to be overworking yourself lately?"

"No. The docs just hate me," he stated.

Angela laughed. "I highly doubt that."

By the time the credits came around, Clint was asleep. She assumed he had very little rest since the start of his mission, which was at least few days ago.

She got up carefully as not to wake him. She grabbed an extra set of blankets and pulled the second pillow from her bed.

Going back into the living room she set the blankets on the coffee table and moved the now empty beer bottles into the recycle bin that had come with the apartment.

Turning off the lights, Angela moved into her bedroom and went to bed.

The next morning Angela woke up earlier than usual for a Saturday morning. She showered and got dressed only refraining from playing music when she remembered that Clint was sleeping on the couch.

When she opened her bedroom door she was surprised to find him not asleep nor on the couch. He was in fact standing by the stove in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

"Where are your crutches?" she asked.

"Good morning to you too," he said with out looking up.

"Clearly I can't stop you from walking on your ankle but you really need to use them. You wouldn't want to make the ankle worse, would you," Angela teased him. "Then the evil doctors might make you take even more off from work."

He tried to laugh but ended up wincing in pain.

"I won't make you laugh then," she said suppressing back a smile.

Clint said nothing but she could tell he was probably grateful.

She moved next to him and handed him the crutches which had been on the floor. Unenthusiastically he leaned on them.

Angela looked over his shoulder to the frying pan below.

"What are you making anyway?"

"Scrambled eggs."

"Where did you get them?"

"Your fridge. Hope you didn't mind."

"No its not that," she said slowly.

"What?"

"Its just that… I haven't bought eggs for at least two weeks."

"Oh. Ummm…."

Angela walked over to the fridge and pulled out the carton the best by date was a little over three weeks ago. She read him the date out loud.

Shrugging he said, "I didn't even look."

"Why don't I go get breakfast from down the street?" Angela suggested.

Clint agreed as he turned off the stovetop.

Angela made Clint sit back on the couch before she left.