Clint didn't have that grey area between sleep and waking, so when he opened his eyes in the pitch black darkness of his room, he was clear of mind and could've taken on anything. His body clock told him it was close to daybreak, and he knew there wasn't a way for him to slip back into that realm of unconsciousness again. He didn't even really know if he wanted to sleep sometimes, especially after what had occurred a few months earlier with Thor's "brother", and had stayed up for days after Loki had been dealt with. He had finally slipped back into a somewhat normal schedule, if you could even dare to call living with a smart ass man in a robot suit, a scientist who was barely containing the literal rage monster just beneath the surface, a thawed out all American super soldier, an ex-Russian agent who had looks that just might kill (and did), and the giant, supposedly mythological Asgardian normal.

To him, it just sounded like some crappy kind of sitcom. The archer sat up in bed and ran a hand through his short hair, breathing a soft sigh at the idea of getting up. He promised himself a few hours of quiet target practice, a hot shower afterwards, and a cup of coffee, and started to escape the clutches of his insanely comfortable bed.

"Agent Barton, sir." Clint reached for the nearest thing he could use as a weapon before he realized the voice belonged to JARVIS, Stark's disembodied robot...what? Butler? He didn't know, but it always spoke when he least expected it to, and it always scared the hell out of him.

"God, what do you want?" he snapped, dropping the steel toed boot he had grabbed onto.

"My name is JARVIS, sir, and I am not a religious deity." the computer replied coolly.

Great. The fucking voice even acted like Stark.

"And I have a video I am to show everyone in the tower when they awaken."

"If it's from Tony, I don't care, JARVIS. I'm going to go to the range." The agent turned the dimmer switch up so the room was engulfed in light, and started dressing in a white t-shirt and a pair of faded old jeans that had somehow managed to survive Budapest without getting destroyed. He shouldered his bow and the quiver of arrows before starting to punch in the code to open his door, looking forward to some really good practice time.

"It's from Dr. Banner, sir. He also has a message for you." The wall opened to reveal the slim T.V. screen Tony had insisted be put into every damn room, and it flickered into life, revealing a picture of a smiling Bruce. Clint was a little taken aback. He was so used to seeing the awkward man with the dark cloud of perpetual doom hanging over his head that he started to worry a little when he saw the scientist beaming like that.

Clint. You have to watch this. You're not going to believe it unless you do. -B.

"Know what JARVIS? Go ahead and let it play." the agent said, a little curious as to what was making the good Doc so freakin' happy this early in the morning.

"Are you sure that is a wise decision, Agent Barton?" questioned the slightly pissy robot.

"Yeah, whatever, just do it."

...

What was...?

Oh God.

Is that...?

Oh Christ.

"Yayah...I'm the goddamn IRON MAN! Wayne's got nuthin' on this billionaire ass!"

X

She woke to the vibration of her phone, and knew who it was instantly. Sometimes when he couldn't get himself to let go of his mind and sleep, he would dial her number and she would spar with him or they would just climb to the highest possible place in this tower and just sit and communicate without ever speaking a word.

"Clint."

"Tash." The archer sounded breathless and excited, something that made her leave the comforts of her black silky sheets.

"Oh God, Tash, you need to fucking see this. I'm going to make Banner breakfast for fucking months."

Natasha had a feeling that she was going to regret this but agreed to meet Clint in a few minutes and clicked the red call end button before slipping into a pair of jeans and a tank top and leaving her room for her fellow agent's.

What could have been so important?

X

Five minutes later, Natasha had uploaded the video to YouTube.

It had over a million hits in a little less than an hour.

A/N: This is dedicated to Post U Later, who made me think of writing more than just the little drabble. More is to come soon, don't worry. :3