Okay, you knew Barney would rear his ugly head at some point...tada! And hope you enjoyed a look at Thor. I thought he would be the hardest one to write, but I was wrong. I truly enjoy writing him. This short chapter will be a little more team bonding. I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it!

They were awakened later that morning by Tony barging in and announcing, "Miss Fitzgerald, in lieu of the incident from last night, I'm not going to fire you for not showing up for your job."

"Stark," Clint snarled.

"Tony, enough," an authoritative, feminine voice called from behind Tony. Clint and Mikayla looked up to see Pepper standing in the doorway. "Mikayla, take as much time as you need. Once you're up to it, you can work from here for as long as you'd like. If there's something that you need to handle in person, I'll let Tony handle it."

"Hey, this is my company."

"Which you have left me in charge of, so what I say goes, Tony."

Tony resigned himself to his fate. "Yes, ma'am." Clint and Mikayla grinned. "So, see Clint kept you company last night."

"Didn't realize I needed a hall pass, Stark," Clint responded.

"You don't, just an observation. Must mean you're feeling better."

She looked over at Tony. "I am. Bring me a laptop and I'll start work right now."

"Doctor says otherwise," Bruce added as he walked in the room. "You get at least a 48-hour pass before staring at a computer screen."

"What about a tablet?"

"You're learning about loopholes from Clint. That's a no, Mikayla. You can watch TV or read, preferably large print books. I don't want you to put any strain on your eyes, which could lead to headaches. Clint, if you'll move, I'll check her over."

"He's probably already done that," Tony remarked.

"Tony," Pepper warned him, "can it."

Clint reluctantly got up from the bed and allowed Bruce to give Mikayla the once-over. "How's the breathing? Chest hurting? Headache?"

"Fine, no, and down to a dull roar," Mikayla answered.

"All good news, Mikayla," Bruce replied. "I'll get some food up here for you."

"Thanks, I'm starving."

"That's a good sign. It won't be a cheeseburger like you requested. I'd like you to eat something a little lighter to avoid any more – "

"Hurling?" Mikayla smiled. "I understand. Am I able to get up and walk around?"

"For now, stay in your suite and if all goes well, I'll let you come down to the common area."

"Thanks, Dr. Banner."

"It's Bruce," he said shyly.

"Thanks, Bruce, for everything."

He nodded and left the suite.

"Mikayla," Pepper said, "I'll get you some clothes to wear since most of yours will smell like smoke. The investigators won't let anyone into your apartment yet, obviously, so we don't know what is salvageable."

"Uh, thanks, Miss Potts…Pepper."

"We'll take it out of your salary," Tony said.

"Anthony Stark!" Pepper said sternly and grabbed him by the ear. "We will do no such thing!" She dragged him out of the room, with him whining every step of the way.

Clint and Mikayla laughed. "She does know how to put him in his place," Clint commented.

"I like her, I should take notes," Mikayla smirked. "Never know when I might have to use that. I'm sure she has other ways of keeping him in line."

"Hey!" Clint exclaimed.

"Give it up, Clint. She's got you wrapped around her little finger." Natasha said as she entered the room. "Heard you got the OK to get up and around." Mikayla nodded.

"And permission to eat," Steve added, carrying in a tray holding a plate of pancakes and eggs, a carafe of orange juice, and a thermos of coffee. He set it down on the table next to Mikayla's bed. "Glad to hear you're okay, Mikayla. We've been worried about you."

"That's sweet, thanks, Steve." She really didn't see what the fuss was all about. It's not like she was anyone special, or one of the Avengers. She was Mikayla Fitzgerald, Clint Barton's girlfriend, Assistant Director of IT at Stark Industries…and Coulson's niece, but again, she didn't think of herself as anything special, at least not enough to warrant this kind of attention. These were the thoughts going through her brain as Clint and Nat helped her up and over to a small table and chairs, Steve following behind with the breakfast tray. "Thanks for everything, guys. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," Natasha said. "We wanted to check in on you before we started training the new recruits."

"We'll see you when we get back," Steve added. "Clint, let us know if you need anything. We'll probably need your help later in the week."

"Will do, Cap…and thanks." Steve and Natasha left to board the Quinjet for the short trip upstate. "Now, how are you really, Mikayla?"

"Nothing's changed since the last time you asked, Clint. You've been with me for the past several hours, so I've been fantastic, though a little confused." She told him what she had been thinking earlier.

He laughed. "They're like a big, dysfunctional family."

"I can tell that, but why all the attention on me? I'm not an Avenger. I don't have any special skills."

"Shush," Clint handed her a glass of orange juice. "Drink. Remember what we talked about before, about letting people take care of you? Well, this is what we do. We take care of our own. You're dating me, so you're a part of us now. It's kind of a package deal. Guess I should've warned you about that."

She smiled. "It's okay. They mean well, it's just a little overwhelming when you've been on your own for a while. I'll get used to it since the deal includes you." She took a few bites of her breakfast.

"Glad you feel that way because it won't change. Now that you're out of bed, I'm going to go down and grab something to eat, maybe some of Thor's pop tarts." He kissed her on her forehead. "I'll be back, just ask Friday if you need anything." She nodded and shooed him out the door.