Notes: Griezz, we really can't take the credit for how we got the two teams together. That was J.D. Finck, another excellent writer on this site who is amazing at Captain America ;) We ran with the idea and praised him for it.

Also, to my new reviewer Arly... you probably won't see this note for a while since you're still in the earlier volumes but HELLO HI!

And CC, you know I love me some Jan. She is by far my favorite Non-Hawkeye Avenger ;)

Chapter 2: K and Logan Sitting in a Tree...

Things at the tower were busy. Tony was spending a lot of time working on the new holding cell especially for Sabretooth, and Steve was pouring over any intel he could find with anyone who was free, but Logan still had other duties to attend to in Westchester outside of the Avengers.

Even though it was summer, Ororo was making sure to use him as the go-between to bring Clint new books or whatever else they thought he might need while he was 'locked away in the tower'. There had been more than a few princess in the tower jokes from Bobby, but so far, not one had made it past the front door — or gotten a laugh from anyone.

But Logan had finally gotten a little break from his usual busy schedule and, of course, he decided to get to the tower a lot earlier than usual. When he got there, Clint was watching cartoons with Thor, his book next to him on the table. Both of them were eating the same cereal, too, and Logan was just in time to see Thor pull the toy from the box to give to a highly entertained Clint, too.

Jan was flitting around cheerfully, but Logan was frowning to himself when he realized that K was nowhere to be seen. He took off his jacket and headed to his room to hang it up and froze when he saw she was in bed — passed out asleep.

He'd thought everything was going well at the tower, but he hadn't seen her crashed out like that, so he quietly backed out of the room and made his way over to lean over the couch where Clint was. "Your mom's still sleepin'," he said, frowning a little to himself. "Something happen last night?"

"Oh, no," Clint said, shaking his head. "She's just been sleeping in ever since we got here. I thought she mighta been real tired, but I think she likes the bed or something, I dunno." He shrugged. "She's real comfy, so I just let her sleep."

Logan blinked a few times to himself and turned his head toward the room with a little 'huh' before he stood up straight and headed to the kitchen for coffee.

Where again, he stopped and frowned when he saw the second coffee maker — a lot simpler than the usual one, and just now brewing up a pot. He looked to Jan and gestured to the coffee pot. "What gives?"

Jan followed his pointing hand and then broke into a grin. "Oh, your girlfriend is picky about her coffee. Actually, I've had it the way she makes it, and it's great, but Tony likes his own. You know how he is."

"No taste," Logan said flatly as he made his way over to grab a couple cups. "He's just being stubborn."

"Probably," Jan agreed. She skipped over to Logan to loop her arm through his. "So, are you taking some to her?"

"Figured I would," he said with a nod.

"He just wants kisses," Clint said, waving a hand. "Mom gives him kisses if he's polite."

"Oh, she does?" Jan asked, looking like Christmas had come early.

"He's overplayin' it," Logan said, shaking his head at both of them.

"Okay, if you say so," Clint said with a shrug. "But if you end up kissin' my mom, then I guess I was right."

As Logan walked past him, he let out a little growl — just to do it, and because he knew Clint wouldn't be bugged by it. "Troublemaker."

Clint grinned at him as he passed. "That's what Mom says."

Logan was almost to the door when he heard a gleefully giggling Jan: "Mark my calendar, Jarvis — I want to celebrate this day every year. We'll call it 'Polite Logan Day'."

"I hate you," Logan called out over his shoulder before he pushed the door open and closed it behind him. K was still passed out solidly, so he set the coffee down on the nightstand and decided to try and just slip in behind her to pull her into a little hug. "You just gonna sleep all day or what?"

"I have everything I want right now," K said in a smoky tone without opening her eyes. "Coffee, bed, comfy... company ain't bad either …pretty sure Clint is preoccupied by now."

Logan settled in and gave her a little kiss behind the ear and didn't push to get her moving — especially when she seemed perfectly content where she was and he had nothing planned out anyhow.

They stayed like that for a good long while until Clint poked his head in and then immediately made a face. "Oh, ew, I didn't know you were in here with Logan."

"I'm relaxin'," she defended. "What do you need, sweetheart?"

"I just came here to ask if you wanted to play Go Fish with me and Thor."

"That sounds like a rollicking good time," she said before she turned her head to steal a kiss with Logan. "Give me a couple minutes, and I'll be there."

Clint made a face again. "Okay, but we gotta figure out — you gotta at least lock the door if you're gonna be in here kissing!"

"We're not doing anything," K laughed. "And we weren't even kissing until just now."

"Uh-huh, okay," Clint said, shaking his head and obviously not believing a word of it.

"Oh, you just wait," K laughed. "You're gonna get it back in spades when you're a little older."

"Nuh-uh!" he sang back to her. "No way. I'm not a lady killer!"

"Nah, you'll be a lady kisser," Logan said, sitting up to stretch out.

"Awww, now he's on your side, Mom. Why'd you do that?" Clint whined, though he was obviously kidding around.

"I guess I just kissed him into submission," K deadpanned. "He had no choice."

"Not even a little bit," Logan agreed, just to watch Clint's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Clint shook his head and stuck his tongue out. "Blech," he said, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm gonna go play with Thor. You guys can just… just come down when you're done kissing, okay?"

"We're never leaving," K called out in a drawn out monotone.

"Then I guess I live with Thor now!" Clint called back.

"Blondes unite!" she shot back. "Go smite frost rabbits or whateverthehelltheyare."

Clint giggled. "You're weird, Mom."

"You like it," she said.

"Love you too!" he called over his shoulder before he closed the door behind him, not exactly in the mood to see any more PDA from the two snuggled up ferals.

When Clint got back to the living room, Jan was already dealing out cards. "What, no Logan? No K? We might actually have shots at winning a card game!" she teased.

Clint rolled his eyes. "They're all… snuggled up and kissing and I do not wanna see it," he said.

"Why not?" Thor asked. "Surely if he pleases your mother—"

Jan snorted out loud. "Oh my gosh. This is why I keep you around," she said, elbowing Thor and looking over the moon. "All this means is he was being polite, right? I love this day."

Clint shook his head at Jan's antics. "Yeah, well, they still haven't gotten out of bed. Mom's all comfy and tucked in and stuff, so I dunno if they're ever gonna leave ever."

Jan smirked at that, though it was obvious she was thinking it over as she dealt out the cards. "Did your mom and Logan have the same room at the institute?"

Clint shook his head. "Nah, we had our own room."

"Huh." Jan pursed her lips as she thought it over, though it wasn't until Clint had won a round of the game that she started to smile to herself.

It made sense, after all. Steve had filled her in on how K had a lot of the same powers Logan did, and if she was like Logan and sensitive to smell… well… Jan knew that she liked to steal Hank's pillow sometimes because it smelled nice and because he always looked so adorably confused when he couldn't find it where he'd left it in the middle of the night.

And if she liked stealing pillows without the enhanced senses...

Jan grinned to herself. Oh yes. This day was getting better and better. Now all she had to do was stay in the good graces and she could totally design the wedding attire.

It wasn't too long before Logan and K finally came out of the room, coffee cups in hand and headed to get more.

"You guys gonna play?" Clint called out to them as they passed.

"Only if you want to lose," Logan replied.

"We can play something else like Yahtzee," Clint said. "We don't gotta play cards."

"Doesn't matter," Logan said. "Still gonna lose."

"Nuh-uh. Yahtzee is just luck, okay?" Clint insisted.

"Don't matter," Logan teased. "Still. Gonna. Lose."

"You're wrong, and now you gotta prove it," Clint shot back.

"No, don't do that," Steve said as he stepped into the room with printouts in front of him. "He cheats. It's not a fair game."

Clint turned toward Logan and stuck his finger out. "Cheating's not winning. Cheating's cheating. You gotta win fair."

"That's just Cap bein' a sore loser," Logan said as he picked up his mug for a drink of coffee. "I don't cheat at Yahtzee."

"That makes one game," Steve said, shaking his head.

"Listen," Logan said, pointing a finger Steve's way. "Only game I ever definitely cheated on was that one poker game with Fury and Carol — and everyone was cheatin' but you."

"That's 'cause he's Captain America. Duh," Clint said.

"That's cuz he wore short sleeves," Logan said. "He cheats just as bad as anyone you ever saw."

"Well, you can't cheat at Yahtzee, so come onnnn," Clint said.

Logan chuckled as he and K made their way over. "Come on, Cap — only game you got half a prayer of winnin'."

Steve looked from his printouts to the look on Clint's face and let out a breath. "Alright," he said.

Clint beamed at the group of them before he climbed over Thor to go to the games closet — which had doubled in size since Clint and K had moved in — and pull out Yahtzee. Jan insisted on teaching Clint how to let a girl blow on his dice to give him luck, which he thought was silly but let her do it anyway.

And to Clint's surprise, he actually did really well, too — though Thor ended up winning after getting two Yahtzees, which pretty much shot his score up too high to catch up to. But it was worth it to come in second just to see how thrilled Thor was with the game and how much fun he had…

And to stick his tongue out at Logan and clearly sing out, "Toldja!"

"Can't play games with gods," Logan laughed.

"I like to!" Clint giggled. "Thor's real fun."

"Until he loses," Steve said, laughing along with them.

"Nuh-uh. I beat him in Old Maid, like, three times in a row!"

"You didn't have any money on it, totally different," Logan said.

Thor simply shook his head as he laughed. "Aye, but Clint is such an avid opponent. He will make a fine warrior one day."

"Hear that, Mom?" Clint said with a grin.

"Easy buddy," K said. "I thought you were going to be an archery-ologist."

"Uh-huh, like Indiana Jones!" Clint said. "So I'm gonna fight bad guys too!"

"With arrows."

"Yeah, like that!" he agreed. "And I'm gonna learn tricks with a bullwhip too, like you said."

"Yep, if we can get up to the cottage, that's a winter thing."

Clint grinned up at Thor. "See? I'm learning lots of weapons."

"Aye," Thor agreed, smiling even wider. "And you have such passion for your art — that will aid you will in battle."

"Mom, I wanna be an Avenger archeologist archer!" Clint said, turning to K with wide eyes.

"Do you need fur underwear to join up with Thor?" K asked straight-faced.

Jan snorted. "And a funny helmet?" she asked.

Clint rolled his eyes. "No, you guys don't got fur…" He looked around the group. "Do you got fur underwear?"

K leaned forward. "Have you checked?"

"No! I don't wanna!" Clint said, looking mortified.

"Toasty buns, my darling boy. Toasty buns."

Clint shook his head. "I don't wanna wear that stuff!"

Jan was laughing too hard to reassure Clint, but Steve managed to keep it together enough to promise Clint, "You don't have to. That's not part of being an Avenger, Clint, I promise."

K caught Clint's gaze and carefully signed out Star Spangled Panties and tipped her head toward Steve meaningfully.

But at that, Clint just started to giggle, and then he started laughing even harder when Steve gave K a look and Thor started laughing as well.

"Can we please keep them?" Jan managed to gasp out. "This is the most fun we've had at the tower in ages!"

"He wanted to head back to school when it gets rolling," Steve said, shaking his head at them.

Clint nodded. "Yeah, I like my teachers. I've never liked school before, so I wanna stay there."

"Wait until you're old enough for Logan's history class," Steve said.

"That's what Jubilee said," Clint said, nodding seriously. "She said it was gonna be my favorite class, but I dunno. I really like math with Miss Jean."

"Like it while you can," Logan said. "Scott teaches math for the older kids."

Clint frowned for a second and then let out a sigh. "Okay," he said. "But I'm still real good at it."

"What about your mom?" Steve asked. "Is she going to start teaching too?"

"Only if they need someone to teach sarcasm," K replied. "I don't have any skills."

"Nuh-uh!" Clint insisted. "You taught me and Barney all about knives and archery and stuff — and you rode an elephant and you know about horses and you can do all sorts of tricks better than any rodeo guys!"

"Yeah, but bull riding and bronc busting aren't really class material," K said.

"No, but I bet you could teach riding," Jan said. "I had a few friends in some riding classes when I was in school."

K shrugged one shoulder up. "It's been a long time since I taught riding lessons."

"I bet you could," Clint said, his eyes wide. "You're real good at teaching. You showed me and Barney all sorts of stuff!"

"Sounds like you have an advocate," Steve said with a smirk.

"I also had the boys more or less isolated with nothing to do but get good," K pointed out.

"Yeah, but it was fun!" Clint insisted.

"It'd depend a lot on what was available," she said. "Can't use just any horse for lessons."

"It can be arranged," Logan said. "If you want to do it."

When K frowned a bit, Clint bumped her shoulder. "It's okay, Mom. You got lotsa time to think about it, 'cause we're living here right now."

"Yeah, I just ... " she let out a breath. "I can't even think about that until we get things figured out with Barney."

Clint bit his lip and then nodded. "Okay, yeah. Barney comes first."

"We'll figure it out," she said, nodding to herself.

"And in the meantime," Jan said with a smile, "we can have fun here, right? What do you want to do next?"

"Ummm… I dunno?"

"Shaving cream fight," K said perfectly seriously.

Clint beamed and pointed at K. "That! I wanna do that!"

"Then Twister when everyone is shaving cream-ed," she said.

"I'll get the Twister!" Clint all but sang out as he rushed to do just that, leaving half the adults laughing, especially when K followed through to go get the shaving cream as well.