sWhat, no Clint? That may be a record for me! Guess who's back in this chapter? Yep, THOR! Oh, yeah, Clint, too. We'll get his take on a certain impossible mission...told you, Renner reference! Please enjoy!

Mikayla made it through the day without any undue issues. She knew her job seemed boring to people on the outside looking in, but she loved it. She was in her element among the computers and the IT employees. She checked the systems again, thought she saw something that needed to be flagged, and made a note of it, adding it to the file she kept on anomalies. At the end of the workday, she went back up to the complex.

"Fair Mikayla!" Thor's voice boomed through the room.

"Welcome back, Thor." She went over and hugged him. This was a ritual the two of them agreed to. He wouldn't rest until he made sure she was back home and doing well. He believed it was his job to protect her when Clint was away. She enjoyed his chivalrous nature. She'd noticed it when he was keeping an eye on her when she was recovering from the concussion. Afterward, he began waiting on her, bringing her things when Clint wasn't around. At first, she felt he was overbearing, but they'd had a talk and set boundaries. "How is Jane?"

"My Jane is well, she sends her best, as does Miss Darcy."

"OK, enough chitter chatter, I'm here now." Steve and Bruce looked up from their chess game as Tony and Pepper made their way into the living room, Pepper rolling her eyes. Mikayla stifled a giggle. "It's time to plan for the annual Tony Stark and Stark Industries Halloween party. Mikayla, you're new this year, so I'll explain the rules."

"There are rules?"

"Yes, with this group there have to be rules. First, no dressing up as each other. I do not want a repeat of last year."

Mikayla looked at Bruce. "What happened last year?"

"Clint and Natasha each dressed as the other person."

"And, yes, I'm still trying to scrub the image of Barton in drag out of my head," Tony said. Mikayla snickered. She'd have to ask Clint about that one and tried not imagining him in a skintight suit. 'Wonder if he'd wear it just for me?'

"Ahem, Mikayla, eyes up here. Next, you cannot dress as a character from a comic book universe that is like you. For example, Barton cannot come dressed as Green Katniss."

"Why do all these rules have to do with Clint?" Mikayla asked.

"He's our resident rule-breaker."

"And you're not?"

"My rules so I'm technically not breaking them."

"I should be writing these down."

"There will be handouts later. Third, you cannot come as the same character you dressed up as last year. It's called creativity, people."

She looked over at Bruce. "Thor and Steve came dressed as everyday people and I showed up in a lab coat over my clothes. Tony was not impressed."

"Does he follow these rules?"

"Probably not. He is Tony Stark, after all

"True." She looked up at Tony. "Any other rules to be aware of?"

"No, those are the only ones for now. You may begin your planning now." Tony and Pepper headed out for the evening.

Steve and Bruce went back to playing chess. "I shall converse with Lady Jane to see how she would like to participate. What about you and your archer? How shall you partake?"

"I'm not sure. I've got a couple of ideas I'll talk over with him once he gets back."

"Well, I wish you good favor in your efforts, Lady Mikayla."

"Thank you, Thor. You as well. I look forward to meeting Jane in person and not just over the phone."

"I'm sure the two of you will get along. You are both warriors of the mind."

She blushed, having never been called a warrior before. "That's sweet, Thor." She stood up. "Anyone know what's for dinner? I didn't eat lunch."

"You have not had nourishment? Young Barton would not be pleased."

"Which is why we don't need to tell him. Let me go see what I can find to make." She went to the kitchen and was able to scrounge up the ingredients for tuna casserole. She made a triple batch along with a large salad. Approximately 45 minutes later she announced, "Dinner's here for anyone hungry." She left the casserole on the stove and set out plates and silverware for the others, then fixed herself a plate and sat down in one of the living room chairs in her favorite position, sitting crossways, legs dangling over one of the arms. She turned on the TV and found a history documentary. Eventually, everyone else came and sat down and watched it with her. Steve, of course, made editorial comments along the way. Thor was fascinated by the story. Bruce just sat back and watched the others. When it was over, she got up, rinsed off her dishes, set the rest of the casserole in the fridge, then warmly said, "Night, everyone," and went up to her suite. She soaked in the tub to unwind, then changed into a t-shirt and pair of shorts and read for a bit. She was restless for some reason, so she turned on some music to help her sleep. "Still haven't gotten used to asking Friday to do that yet. Guess I'm still old-fashioned," she said to herself as she turned over and went to sleep. She woke up a few hours later and felt her sheet being lifted. She jerked and turned over to see Clint climbing into her bed. "You're back," she whispered, touching his face to make sure he was real and not a dream. "You're back."

He took his hand in hers and kissed it. "I'm back, babe."

"Successful mission?"

He nodded. "Yep, but I have a new mission now."

"Already have another assignment?"

"Yes, but don't worry," Clint stroked her hair, "I get to stay close for this one."

"Oh, good. I won't get a chance to miss you then."

"Nope." They were face to face, his arm over her and tracing circular patterns on her back.

"Care to share what it's about?"

"Vixen has stolen something very important to SHIELD."

"Oh?" She took his other hand and ran her delicate fingertips along the veins. "So why are they sending you? Sounds too easy, could be a trap."

"No need to worry, I can handle her."

"Oh? Sound awful sure of yourself."

"Babe, I've handled her so well she's taking my last name."

She snuggled up closer to him. "Easiest theft ever, other than you stealing my heart. I'm glad you're back for a while."

He didn't say anything, instead, he took his hand from her and cupped her face, then softly kissed her. She put a hand on the back of his neck, drawing him closer and deepening the kiss. Clint grabbed her hair and pulled it, exposing her neck and moved his lips down her neck to her collarbone. She ran her hands under his shirt, trailing her nails across his chest and around to his back. "Damn," he muttered.

"What?"

"You need to get some sleep. You've got to work tomorrow, uh, later today." Mikayla chuckled. "What's so funny?"

"You forgot your fiancée is an executive. I can set my hours and work from home."

"I've got a debriefing in the morning, then I'm all yours, babe."

"So, you need to get some rest, too. Don't want to oversleep. I know how much you love the fact debriefs have started again."

He sighed. "You're right."

"Don't worry, we'll have all day to finish this."

"Promise?" He stroked her face.

She leaned in and kissed him. "Promise." She curled up in his arms, put her head on his chest, listened to his heart beating, and felt his chest rising and falling with his breathing. She felt safe, secure, and at home. Shortly afterward, she fell back asleep.

Clint laid in bed holding his fiancée as he reviewed the mission. He got tired of rescuing his government from their stupid mistakes. Some government agency was supposed to break into the Kremlin and save nuclear codes from the big bad guy. Because it was assigned to amateurs, that agency screwed it up and somehow the Kremlin was blown up in the process. He and Nat were sent to retrieve the codes and dispose of the nuclear extremist who stole the nuclear launch codes. Nat's job was to distract the certified wacko and get the codes. Clint's job was plan B if that didn't work. Everything was going well until the same agency that screwed up the original mission showed up and almost screwed this one up, too. Clint was posted just outside the hotel in Dubai when the sandstorm appeared on the horizon. He looked up toward the room where their intel said the transaction would take place and had to blink twice, verifying he saw what he thought he saw…and he did. Some idiot was climbing the outside of the tallest hotel in the world and appeared to be failing miserably. He was using a pair of gloves that seemed to be sticking to the glass. Clint watched as one of the gloves failed and the man slid back to the floor he started at. "I should talk to Tony and see if he can develop a better version," he mumbled to himself. Clint heard Nat's voice in his comm advising the mark was leaving with the codes, so it was up to him. As soon as the mark exited the hotel, he was suddenly struck with an arrow to the heart and immediately fell to the ground. Natasha, who was following directly behind the man, swooped in, grabbed the briefcase containing the codes, and calmly sauntered away. Clint thought it was one of his better shots, considering it was taken during a sandstorm. They delivered the codes to the appropriate authorities then came back home. All in all, a relatively easy mission. Hell, he didn't even get a scratch, just some sand in his eyes. He felt like he should go get in a fight or something, anything to cause bruising to appear somewhere on his body. However, he looked next to him and saw his fiancée sleeping and thought better of it.