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TotallyNotADemigod is totally a demigod.

Just had to throw that out there.

Moving on.

This chapter is dedicated to the youthful GeminiHaddock. I promised a chappy so here is a chappy. Enjoy this chappy.

ALSO! I DIDN'T FORGET!

wobooz24, I did not forget the request you made on File: Give Me Your Worst, Golden Boy. It is coming up soon. Just thought I'd let you know.

Alright, you crazy people. You can read now.

Or you probably skipped this.

That's cool, too.

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"Hi."

When Steve saw Clint sitting on the couch, he had to check outside to make sure the world wasn't ending for three reasons.

One; the archer was looking far too innocent for someone reading a newspaper (not to mention that said newspaper was upside down).

Two; Natasha was no where to be found.

Three; Clint was sitting on the couch. The assassin does anything but sit on chairs like a normal human being.

"Uh, hey," Steve waved, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"Nice morning, yeah?"

Okay, that's where Steve couldn't take it anymore. He knew something was up. He remembered, the first thing Tony told him about Clint is:

"You can say everything else: Steve-o, but never say good morning to Barton or he'd ask you why it's a good morning. He gets like a depressed teenager in the mornings."

Steve felt like backing away, slowly and steadly, but the archer was watching him like a hawk. Was this a time when he said good morning? The assassin did say it first. Would he be killed in his sleep later if he did, though?

"Uh, yeah, good morning," The blonde finally said, stuttering a bit.

Clint tilted his head in confusion, looking far to innocent and awake for it to be four in the morning, "You okay, Steve? You're looking a little pale."

"I'm fine," Steve said, shaking his head to clear it. "Just still tired, I guess."

"Mm," Clint nodded and leaned back into the couch more (the couch).

"Did you have your coffee already?" Steve asked, inching towards the kitchen and away from the archer.

Clint raised an eyebrow, "No."

Now, Steve looked ready to bolt. It was four in the morning, Clint said good morning, and he was wide awake despite not having coffee. This had to be a joke or...

Suddenly, it dawned on the super soldier, "A prank. This is a prank, isn't it?" When the other's lip twitched, he sighed to himself and looked out the window again, "It's not 4am, is it?"

"Nope," Clint popped the 'p', a grin taking over his face.

The room suddenly shimmered before the sky went dark, twinkling stars dotting it, and Clint was on the floor instead of the couch, looking totally pleased with himself.

"What- How-" Steve couldn't even finish his questions as his mind whirred with thousands more.

"Percy and I did it," The archer explained when it looked like the super soldier's voice wasn't going to work with him anymore. "It's called the Mist. Let's people see what we want them to see," His eyes were filled with amusement when he saw the other's astonished face. "And we wanted you to see the sun rising and your clock saying it was already 4am."

"Wait, if you used a mist-"

"Not a mist. The Mist. M-I-S-T. The one and only," The archer corrected, though he didn't need to spell the word out.

"Okay, if you used the Mist," Steve continued when the brunette nodded. "How did you change my alarm clock when you were down here?"

"I did say Percy and I were controlling it," Clint huffed, going crisscrossed on the floor. He pointed to the vents, "Guy's in the there."

"You mean he was watching me sleep?" The captain nearly shrieked.

Clint frowned, knitting his eyebrows together, "When you say it like that, it sounds creepy. I'm just going to quote Tony and say it was all in the name of science."

Steve put his hands on his hips, arching a brow, "How so?"

"We were, uh," Clint wracked his brain for a reason. "We were seeing if you were affected by the Mist...?"

"Mmhm," Steve rubbed his face. "I don't even care anymore. I'm going back to sleep."

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When it was ten in the morning (for real this time), all of the Avengers, minus Percy, were sitting on the couches, just sipping coffee and enjoying the peaceful silence.

After a bit, Thor got up and walked to the kitchen. He came back a few seconds later with a box of Pop Tarts and placed Mjolnir on the coffee table before sitting back down on his spot next to Bruce.

"Tony," The scientist spoke up, looking over at his friend, who was probably on his third cup of coffee right now and still managing to look half asleep. "Why is there a box from IKEA over there?"

Indeed there was one just a few feet away. It was open and next to it was a half finished build-it-yourself picture frame with some screws lying around. It was just a plane brown frame, some swirls in it here and there.

"I don't know," Tony shrugged, sipping his coffee. "I thought it'd look nice. I think Percy was working on it for me before he went upstairs looking for something."

"Barton!" Speaking of the devil spawn, it was Percy shouting (no, that's Nico) from upstairs. "Hold those two pieces together! I think I have an idea!"

The archer jumped down from his perch on the top of the couch and walked to the IKEA box, crouching down to hold one of the sides of the picture frame to make it finally look like a rectangle.

A few seconds later, Percy walked by and casually grabbed Mjolnir and kneeling by Clint like he did that everyday.

Tony and Thor acted like nothing was out of the ordinary as Percy used the hammer only those worthy enough can lift to hammer nails into a picture frame Tony bought from IKEA.

And Clint, bless him, somehow managed to keep a straight face when he heard Natasha saying some words in Russian and Bruce making small, surprised gasps.

Percy sat back with a triumphant look, purposely using the back of the hand holding Mjolnir to wipe his forehead, "There."

"What?" Steve finally managed to squeak out. He made a weird noise, like a cat being choked to death, when Percy pointed at him with the hammer.

"Tony, I think some thing's wrong with Stevie."

"What ails you, my friend?" Thor asked, looking perfectly calm as he accepted Mjolnir back from Percy.

Steve looked ready to faint.

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