"That is NOT the proper way to do a sleeper hold!" Natasha had been alone yelling at the television. When Clint ambles into the lounge section of the Rec Room with a bow slung over his shoulder and a pinched expression, she looks up from her movie.

"Hey Barton. Why the sour face?"

"Hi Nat." He grumbles, before taking a seat across from her. "I was just in the armory practicing my aim for our routine performance eval. next week."

"Oh? And?"

"And… while Thor regrows the hippie mane I'm still stuck hearing those annoying sounds every time I shoot one of these ." Clint gestures to his arrows, now off his back and by his side.

Natasha chuckles to herself as he continues. "I swear, I feel like I'm in a Disney film or something. I keep waiting for Snow White's singing to start harmonizing with the harp ballad."

"Actually… I think Tony had Thor going more for the Cupid vibe." Natasha says with all seriousness.

Clint gives her a look. "Not the point, Nat." Unable to keep her straight face, Natasha breaks out into laughter .

Noting his irritated glare, she rises to move next to him and then pats him on the leg. "Aww c'mon. Don't give me that look. You got to admit it's pretty damn funny."

"Yea, I'm sure Fury and Hill will find it freaking hilarious during our eval."

Natasha snorts at the idea but quickly recovers, " Anyways , if you're so sick of it, why not just ask Thor nicely to remove the spell?"

"You don't think I haven't already tried that half a dozen times? I've tried asking him in a very pissed angry way, then being all pitiful and depressed sounding, hell, I even tried begging."

"Wow. You've begged?"

"Desperate times, babe. And no matter how I ask he keeps telling me I'll have my way only after his 'locks' grow back."

"Well, you won't have too much more to wait. His hair is already shying on medium length. I mean, he's got enough for that side bang thing he's been trying to do."

"Meh…" Clint grunts in reply unenthusiastically.

After glancing toward the room's entrance, Natasha nudges Clint on the shoulder. "Looks like you'll get another round at that suck-up approach. Here comes Thor now."

"Good evening, friends." Thor says in polite greeting.

"Thor." Natasha nods in reply.

"Heeeyyy big guy!" Clint jumps up from his seat and starts fluffing up the pillows on the couch opposite him where Nat previously had sat. "Take a load off, buddy! You deserve it for being the most valuable member of our team!"

Thor sends a questioning glance Natasha's way, but after receiving no cues from her expression, he takes the seat offered by Clint. "Thank you, Barton. Your hospitality is much appreciated."

"Awesome. Here, have some popcorn." Clint grabs the bowl on the coffee table and shoves it into Thor's lap.

"Hey! I wasn't finished with that!" Natasha exclaims.

"You. Can. Get. More." Clint mumbles toward her under his breath, then to Thor, "Want me to have Nat get us a couple of cold beers?"

"Excuse me?!" She remarks after being volunteered as their serving wench.

Thor laughs in his hearty manner and places the bowl of popcorn back on the table. "While I am enjoying the attention, you should know, flattery will not change your circumstance."

Clint gives the Thunderer a blank look.

Thor nods to the bow and arrows on the couch across from him and near Natasha, "I believe the condition was that the enchantment would be removed after my hair returned in length… its original length."

Clint sighs resigned. "For a god you aren't very merciful. Now you see what I'm working with, Nat? He still won't do it! "

Standing, Natasha replies. "Yes, I see that. Look, before I get out of here – and I'm hoping to escape before you volunteer me to make you and Thor sandwiches later- I'll propose this: if you can't change your situation, get revenge."

Thor gives her a smug and challenging stare as if to say, "Trifle with me again? Look where that road got him the first time."

Catching his reaction she clarifies, "Not on you, Thor. You've proven more than enough that you're not one to cross. I meant on Stark."

"Stark?" Clint questions.

"Yea. Tony is the one who jumped at the chance to tell Thor here how truth or dare works. And he was probably standing 100 percent behind the cupid gag."

"That is correct." Thor supplies. "Anthony was most eager about me executing a dare of my own, for vengeance sake."

"I bet he was. And Clint? Ever wonder why he exited so quickly when he realized you had discovered the prank? It's because he was a part of it and knew he'd eventually get some of the blame. So now, just to make this a little more fun, I dare you to prank Tony back. Do something that'll have him fuming and frustrated. And of course that will be hilarious for everyone else."

"Now THAT is a great idea! Finally someone to aim my frustrations on. I hereby accept your dare to target Tony. And trust me, I'll make it interesting."

Natasha smiles approvingly once Clint states his agreement.

" And I like how you think, Nat. You always have such great dare ideas."

"I know." She shrugs.

Feeling devilish, Clint has to add, "Yea… like remember how the original dare was for me to somehow dye Thor's hair pink and purple? But then you changed it because you figured it would be a bit difficult to do while he slept."

Said Thunder god did not appear at all pleased at being the brunt of such a foolish scheme. "You would have him disgrace my appearance so?!"

Narrowing her eyes at Clint and deliberately ignoring Thor's admonishment, Natasha finally makes her exit. "See you later, boys. And good luck, Barton." Here Clint smiles, thinking she meant for the dare. " You're gonna need it after selling me out like that." She tacks on, with a wicked quirk of her lips.

Clint snickers and sits down next to a now frowning Thor. "God, I love it when she threatens me."