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Clint guided the Quinjet down onto the landing pad with careful hands and an alert eye. The aircraft prototype handled like nothing else, a joint project with tech from Wakanda and Stark Industries and Clint was still a little overly cautious when he was flying it. When anything with Stark was involved, he was half tempted to expect it to turn into a giant robot or worse, drop out of the sky with warning. Still, he pulled the landing off without a hitch, coming to rest smoothly outside SHIELD HQ as he flipped off the controls and cleared the last of the landing procedures with the pleasant female voice over his headset, who had laughingly returned his flirting and had him grinning as he moved back into the main body of the jet.

It was a strange sight, the two gods and two young women in the back of the jet. Thor was sitting on one of the benches – the place he’d been most comfortable for the flight – while Sif sat across from him, having watched the entire flight from the window with avid interest. Both Asgardians had been understandably wary about being transported in the jet – or metal wingless beast, as it had been originally dubbed - and Clint had had his hands full with talking Thor out of flying the entire way. Lucky Doctor Foster had backed him on that, but it had taken a taunting jibe from Sif to finally get the scowling thunder god on board. Clint was pretty sure he was the only one who’d seen the female warrior flash him a sly wink before following him inside. Clint was fairly certain she was his favorite person at the moment. He had not been looking forward to Fury’s lectures if they’d gotten back to New York just in time to field all the reported sightings across the country of a flying man.

“Welcome to HQ, kids,” Clint retorted with a cheerful grin, his hands propped easily on his hips as he came back. “Safe and sound and all in one piece. I’m sure the welcome party’s out there for you, but I need to get you up to the Director’s office before we wander off for more sightseeing.”

Since that was Clint’s favorite part, no matter how many glowers he got from Fury for stealing SHIELD assets out into the city at large. It wasn’t like he was going to lose them. Although, granted, he suspected keeping a leash on the Asgardians, Doctor Foster, and Darcy was going to be considerably more of a challenge than showing Bucky the sights had been.

Still, the thought had him grinning in anticipation as he hit the hatch that opened the hatch and let the landing ramp lower into the secured courtyard he’d landed them in.
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There was a bit of a mix up with Puente Antiguo's single motel, not made any easier by the Asgardian's unfamiliarity with modern workings or Thor's accustomed attitude of "this is needed, make it happen." In fact, they all nearly got booted out of said motel before even securing additional rooms, but fortunately Clint stepped in and resolved everything before the crochety old man behind the desk decided to go fetch his shotgun or something.

Clint added one more line on his 'reasons I hate New Mexico' list.

In the end, they ended up securing a single room for Sif while he ended up agreeing to bunk down with Thor. It was only for a day or two and Clint had certainly had to hole up in worse places. How bad could sharing a room with a god possibly be?

....He really hoped he wasn't going to regret those words.

Still, afterwards the five of them had retreated to the lone bar the town boasted, which was actually fairly decent, and it was obvious Thor was already a regular. Here, at least, the Asgardian seemed to have little trouble adapting and the other locals eyed their table with a mix of confusion and indulgent bemusement as they had dinner and drinks and talked about whatever topic came up. Which was wide and varied and ended up being more fun than Clint had had in a while, if he were perfectly honest with himself. Things had been tense the past few weeks and everyone had been a little stressed when Fury had started moving things forward on the Initiative. Clint was still fairly certain the man was legitimately insane, but whatever came of this was sure to be entertaining - in a good or bad way, he hadn't decided yet - so Clint was in for the ride.

After dinner was done, Jane excused herself to finish some tests up at the lab and Darcy latched onto Sif's arm with a look in her eye that had Clint thanking all the gods that existed that it wasn't directed at him. The female warrior only looked mildly concerned as the petite brunette all but dragged her from the bar, claiming there was a tequila bottle back at the lab with their name on it.

Which left Clint and Thor at a table in the middle of a tiny bar with unlimited access to alcohol. Maybe New Mexico wasn't all that bad after all...

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