"Wait, are you asking me to babysit Thor while you're on your date with Tony?"
Steve blushed, grateful that Bruce couldn't see him through the phone. "It's not a date. And I just need you to keep an eye on him for an hour or two. Please? You're my only hope." It was mostly true, he'd called everybody except Clint. Just thinking of the trouble he and Thor could get into together made Steve cringe.
On the other end of the line, Bruce sighed. "I can't, Steve. The other guy wouldn't handle babysitting well. Sorry. You've really called everybody else already?"
"Pepper's at a business meeting, along with Coulson and Hill, Fury…said some things I shouldn't repeat, and Natasha said I was stupid for even asking." He knew asking both Nick and Natasha was a long shot, but he was desperate.
"What about Clint? I'm sure he'd be willing to keep the big guy entertained for you," Bruce suggested.
"C'mon Bruce, you've met them. I mean, they're both great and everything, but can you imagine what they could get themselves into in an hour?" Steve shuddered as images involving car crashes and fire were projected in his mind.
"If you're really that desperate, just ask him. Honestly, I doubt they would do anything too destructive. Sure, Clint's a bit… adventurous, but he knows his boundaries. Who knows, maybe it'll work out fine and Clint can take him off your hands more often," Bruce replied optimistically, though not entirely truthfully. He knew it was more than likely that Thor and Clint would cause some craziness, but he doubted it would harm anyone.
Steve thought for a moment. It would be kind of nice if everything turned out well and Thor could be out of the apartment more. Thor was great, but he was also the reason Steve had replaced their pillows twice in one week (the first time, Thor thought they were full of baby birds and tried to set them free. The second time, he'd tried to microwave two and managed to crush the others with the electric mixer.). "I guess I'll call Clint, then."
After he'd hung up with Bruce, Steve dialed Clint, who answered after the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Clint? It's Steve."
"Hey, Cap! Long time no see. Need something?"
"I called to ask a huge favor of you. I'm meeting Tony in half an hour for lunch, and I don't want to leave Thor in the apartment by himself. Do you think maybe you could keep an eye on him for me?"
"You need me to babysit the big guy while you're on a date?"
Steve's blush returned to his cheeks. "It's not a date."
Clint laughed. "I was just teasing. Sure, I'll watch Thor for you."
Steve breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, Clint."
"No problem. Thor's always loads of fun."
Steve hesitated nervously before replying. "Just… try not to get into any trouble, okay? I mean, try not to let him get into any trouble."
Clint gasped dramatically with mock surprise. "Trouble? Me? I'm offended!"
Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Clint."
"We will be fine, Cap, I promise."
Steve was still a bit skeptical, but decided to take a chance. Ten minutes later, he was leaving Thor at Clint's house (although "nest" would be a more appropriate word) and speeding off to the shawarma place (not really speeding of course, he couldn't ruin his "model citizen" image. He was Captain America, after all.).