Since the morning was a Monday, Lucy assumed would mean Barton returning to his duties at SHIELD. With this in mind, she climbed out of his bed at dawn, quickly changed into day clothes, and made her way into the kitchen. Truth be told, she really did feel at least slightly bad for having caused the agent so much trauma, especially coming face to face with it the way she had in the wee hours of the morning. Maybe she could make it up to him in some small way, though… starting with making another attempt at breakfast.

"Jarvis?"

"How may I be of assistance?"

"I need a recipe. Something quick and simple."

"Would pancakes suffice?"

"Perfect." She went to the refrigeration unit and pulled out the package she desired while asking, "And how do I make the pig meat that everyone in your country seems so fond of?"

"You mean bacon?"

"According to the package, yes."

"You would do best to use the microwave; fifteen seconds for a layer on a plate covered in a paper towel."

"And how do I use this microwave?"

And so it went until Barton came striding into the kitchen an hour later, already dressed for work. Lucy, already feeling very proud of herself, laughed out loud when she saw the look on his face as he surveyed the spread.

"Good morning, Barton," she said, still grinning at him.

"I'm sorry," he asked, eyes still gleaming with surprise. "Is this the same Lucy who somehow turned burnt eggs green?"

"I utilized Jarvis' knowledge on the subject of cooking, although I'm afraid most of the pancakes are still burnt."

"And you forgot the coffee," he muttered, his normal inexpressive mask and gruff tone falling back into place as he sat down at the table where she had already placed everything.

"I shall make sure and remember it tomorrow morning," she replied, sitting in the chair across from him as she suddenly realized that he might just actually be embarrassed about the side of him that she had seen the night before… and quite possibly what she had done thereafter.

They didn't speak again until he went to leave and she went with him to the elevator.

"I meant what I said about spending time in Banner's lab," she said. "I believe I would enjoy it since Asgardian magic and Midgardian sciences seem so closely related. I thought I might see if he would mind my presence as he works today."

"Fine," he replied. "Don't give yourself away, though."

At that, she very nearly asked him since when had he cared whether or not she was figured out – and thus eliminated – but she decided against it, saying instead, "Alright," and then, "When will you be home?"

"I don't know. Tonight; they're refusing to send me and Nat out on long missions until the Avengers hype blows over."

She nodded, and then decided to beat him to the expected punch. Her niceness this morning was already unsettling him, so why not put the cherry on top? Besides, it wasn't so bad, really…

She pecked him on the cheek, saying, "Be safe, Barton."

The elevator doors opened just then, and he retreated into the metal contraption without a word.

In anticipation of finding Banner, Lucy turned back into the apartment and brushed her teeth and hair, then emerged into the living room only to find her brother sitting tensely on the couch.

"Brother!" Thor said rapidly and habitually, surging nervously to his feet.

Lucy surveyed him calmly, asking, "What's on fire, brother?"

"I…" Thor licked his lips as he settled back onto the edge of the couch. "I find myself remembering things of Friday evening."

Lucy internally took a deep breath, almost instantly getting a headache as she realized why her potentially very overprotective big brother was here. "Oh, do you?"

"Yes," he nodded jerkily. "And I require your assistance in telling me whether or not I remember certain parts correctly."

He must have been much more drunk then she had been, because, painfully enough, she could recall most of the evening with perfect clarity… and the night was even clearer. "How may I be of service, my dear Thor?"

Thor hesitated, his eyes darting nervously to Mjolnir, which he was clutching in his hands for dear life. "Agent Barton…" another pregnant pause, and then, "He forced-"

Lucy's hands flew to massage her temples as she decided to save them both and stop her brother right there, saying sharply "By all the gods, Thor!" she took a deep, calming, breath, before saying in a much more moderated tone, "You have my absolute word on our mother, the only thing that has been forced during my stay here is my being present while Barton watches far too many archery-centered movies."

"Then I remember that evening incorrectly?" Thor asked in confusion.

She should've told him that yes, he'd ingested far too much alcohol and was, in fact, wrong in his remembrance, but for some reason she didn't, saying instead only, "We were all very drunk." He just kept looking at her, not about to settle for just that as an answer, so she sighed in exasperation and added, "Mistakes were made, but at the time I was perfectly willing to do what we did. Which you should take to mean these two things: firstly, your avenging me will not be necessary on any levels; kindly leave Agent Barton alone, and secondly, you are not ever, ever to speak of it ever again. Do I make myself clear?"

"It shall be as you desire," Thor answered obligingly, though still obviously ill at ease with the situation.

Pitifully enough, her poor brother seemed to be having more trouble settling into the idea of her feminine form than she was.

"Thank you," Lucy answered, trying not to sound as formal as her irritation made her tone come out to be. "Now, while I am truly grateful for your concern for my well being and safety, if you will excuse me, I have plans for the day."

So saying, she left her brother and started towards the elevator and Dr. Banner's lab.