Thanks to everyone who reviewed/favorited/followed. You people are all epic. Like, really epic. Like, so epic I can't even begin to tell you how epic.

So, this chappie of awesome awesomeness was request by... get ready for it... HorseCrazyAvengerFreak, Kristina'sMyName, vamp of alium sativum, sweetfoxgirl13, and Guest (guest).

Disclaimer: What part of "I don't own this!" does Marvel not understand?!


Maybe it would all have been avoided if Thor hadn't managed to piss off Clint. Again. Seriously, how did that gods manage to get on his bad side so frequently?

Never mind that. Right, we're rewinding.

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"Why do you like high places, friend Clint?" Thor asked one morning, curious.

Clint sighed. He got asked that way too often... "I see better from a distance." he said flatly, continuing to eat his blueberries.

"In Asgard, it is considered cowardice to attack on unequal footing," Thor said, not noticing the archer's tenseness. "as you should always face your opponent with courage instead of resorting to distancing oneself from battle in order to preserve their being."

This happens sometimes, Clint mentally reminded himself. Don't get riled up over it...

"It's not that I'm a coward, I just see better from a distance." Clint tried to explain.

Thor still didn't seem to get it.

Restraining himself from strangling the god, Clint settled for launching blueberries at him with his spoon every time he turned away.

Thor winced as yet another projectile landed squarely on his cheek, splattering on contact. "Friend Clint, I do not understand why you are throwing things at me." he said bluntly.

"Who said it's me?" Clint asked rhetorically. "Fruit have minds of their own."

To emphasize his point, Clint cleverly made it look like one of the blueberries jumped—of its own accord—out of Clint's bowl and into Thor's eye.

The blueberry splattered, getting the juice into Thor's eyes. He gasped and clapped a hand over the afflicted eye. "AAAAAAAAAH! MY EYE! THE LITTLE BLUE BALLS OF HORRIBLE NATURE ARE ATTACKING ME! LOKI! HELP!"

Loki popped into the kitchen, hair mussed from sleep. "Thor," he growled. "I am going back to sleep. Deal with your problems for once." And with that he went back to bed.

Thor's brain cells finally started working, and he connected "deal with your own problems" with "defeat all your enemies". And so Thor pulled Mjonlir off his belt and swung at the blueberries.

But not before Clint discretely knocked into the bowl, sending all of its contents into the god's face.

"I AM UNDER SIEGE!" Thor screamed.

Clint didn't hang around to see what happened next. He dove into the nearest air vent and made his daring escape.


Yup! A lot of people wanted to see blueberries. :)

I have done 2 out of my 5 and 1/2 pages of requests. Obviously, you can that the waiting line is as long as adveritsed.

Let's go, peeps! We can so get 1000 reviews before this thing runs itself into the dirt!