25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Morning

[so_hawkward]

There was some very loud, very high-pitched yelling coming from Clint and Natasha's place this morning, and the noises were not coming from Natasha's part of the house. It hadn't taken long after Clint had woken up for him to realize that something was very much not right. At the moment, while the shock was still settling in, all he could do was swear soundly and peer under his clothes again, like things down there might have gone back to normal if he just checked one more time.

Damn it, island, you'd been on Clint's good side this week too!

[For the housemate if she would like, mwahaha!]

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[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha burst into Clint's room with a gun in either hand, looking for the threat. All she saw was a strange woman, so of course she trained the guns on her. "You get one chance to tell me who you are and what you've done with Clint Barton," she said, her voice level, if a bit tight.

[so_hawkward]

This was one of the few times that Clint wasn't entirely grateful for Natasha's violent tendencies, as much as he usually appreciated her having his back. "I didn't do anything to myself," he said quickly, putting his hands up defensively. "I don't know what's going on."

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha didn't budge from her stance one iota. You didn't get live very long in her business by just trusting random strangers were who they said they were. Especially random strangers you found in your partner's bedroom with him nowhere in sight. "Clint?" she asked carefully.

[so_hawkward]

"Yeah, it's me," he said, as much as he might want to deny it. "Put the guns down, I can--okay, I can't actually explain because I don't know what the hell is happening, but please don't shoot me? This is embarrassing enough as it is."

[imablackwidowbaby]

Still not putting the guns down, no. You should know her better than that, Clint. In fact, it was making her kind of suspicious. "Prove it."

[so_hawkward]

Clint sighed softly, but he knew full well that if their situations were reversed, he'd be asking the same thing of her. "One of the first things I ever gave you was a Happy Meal from McDonald's, as a 'Welcome to being an American' present. I think I still have a little scar from where you hit me with the toy."

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha lowered her guns. "If this is Loki's fault I'm going to kill him," she said, and meant it.

[so_hawkward]

"Yeah, well, you're going to have to get in line behind me," Clint said. "Thank you for not laughing. This is crazy, right? It's not just my biased opinion?"