Clint awoke with a smile on his face. For the first time in over a month, he was able to sleep in his bed, in Avengers Tower.
Much more comfortable than S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities he thought, before reaching out for Natasha. And, of course, the company is much more enjoyable.
When he felt nothing, Clint frowned. Surely she didn't get up without me? he opened his eyes, only to blink in confusion. He was not in his bed. He was in a single bed, not his double. Sitting up, he looked around the room.
This is not my room Clint thought. The walls were all blank, with only a single chest of draws on the opposite wall, and a bedside table.
And if this isn't my room... his thoughts trailed off, his vision drawn to the bedside table. Just as I thought, no hearing aids. Well, this is bad. Internally groaning, he got out of bed, only to almost fall back onto it from amazement. He had heard his feet hit the carpet.
Clint put his fingers into his ears, just to make sure. Nope, definitely no aids. So how the hell did I hear the sound of my feet on the carpet?
Lips curling in a smile, he decided to test his voice. "Yo, J?"
"Yes Captain?"
Clint almost threw his arms in the air, excited about being able to hear without his aids, before the AI's words caught up with him.
"Captain?" Clint echoed questioningly.
"Yes, Captain Rogers."
Clint laughed. "Ha, very funny Tony. Did he reprogram you to recognise me as Captain Rogers?"
"No Captain, you are indeed Captain Rogers."
Clint shook his head, smiling. "Yeah, I wish. Then I wouldn't-" Clint stopped, his earlier joy completely draining away. "Then I wouldn't need the aids," Clint muttered, running into the bathroom.
"Oh damn, I almost thought that a miracle had occurred." Clint sighed, looking at a reflection of Steve.
"Captain, Agent Romanoff has called for a team meeting."
"Uh Okay J," Clint ran a hand through his hair. "I'll just get dressed."
"Very well, captain."
I was wrong. This isn't bad. This is a nightmare. Though, Clint thought as he looked at the reflection in the mirror, this could be fun. Very fun indeed.

When she awoke and couldn't feel Clint next to her, Natasha was out of the bed, with a gun in her hand and in an easily defensible position.
Or, she would have liked to have been. That was her original plan. Her attempt to roll gracefully out of bed was doomed from the start, ending in her falling flat on her back. She simply had not accounted for the weight that she had apparently gained overnight. Sitting up, she rubbed her head, feeling thick hair flowing freely. She frowned, for she always tied up her hair before going to bed. She pulled her hair in front of her eyes, and instead of seeing her vibrant red, she was confronted with blonde.
Why has my hair been replaced with Thor's? she thought to herself, before looking at her hand. Or, more correctly, what was clearly Thor's hand.
"I am in Thor's body," she muttered, hearing Thor's voice come from her mouth. She sighed. Well, this is going to be interesting.
Natasha stood up, greeting a feel for the body that she now occupied. She didn't know how long she would be in this body, or how she had ended up in it in the first place, but felt that it would be prudent to be prepared for combat.
She tested out the balance, and how the weight was distributed between the legs.
"Prince Thor, Agent Romanoff has called for a team meeting," JARVIS said.
Well that confirms it, Natasha thought. This going to be interesting.
As she began to walk out of the room, she noticed Mjolnir sitting in the corner of the room. She raised an eyebrow, before walking out of the room.
That might be an interesting test later.

Of course Natasha was the quickest to figure it out & move on. She's the one who accepts whatever the situation is, and gets on with fixing it. Everyone else complains.
Now that the set up is done, I can start on the more interesting chapters. Yay.
Any & all comments appreciated; thanks to those who have taken the time to comment so far.
Thank you for reading, & have a nice day.

Next Chapter: The team have a meeting.
(Much more interesting than it sounds.)