Become Another Person (On Hiatus)

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Clint's room was just barely beginning to be colored with the unmistakable white-yellow of the sun as it reached a higher place in the mid-morning sky. He'd slept okay, mostly because he could still feel the phantom weight of Loki's arm around his waist, but he'd been awake since around six a.m. and he'd spent the few hours since then just starring and thinking. He hadn't decided a single thing.

Thor had been gone for over twelve hours and they probably shouldn't expect him back for a while. Time was so different on Asgard and this wouldn't be the first time he'd promised to only be gone for a little bit and then be gone for months. In the meantime, Clint wanted to take the opportunity to confront Loki and get him out of his system. He just didn't know how.

During their "walk", Steve had convinced Tony to give Loki a room in the tower while they figure out what to do about him. He was only two floors from Clint, just far enough to way to make the archer itch to see him. After their confession session in the med bay yesterday, he was confused and lost in his thoughts.

"Sir?"

Clint groaned but didn't stop staring aimlessly at the ceiling above his bed to answer, "Yeah, F.R.I.D.A.Y."

"Mr. Stark has authorized the repairwoman to replace your door. She is on her way up."

"Boy am I glad he doesn't need my permission to let people into my apartment," he quipped but then huffed. "Yeah, whatever. Send her in." 

A few minutes later he heard a polite, "Mr. Barton?"

"Yeah, don't mind me."

She didn't and started setting up her tools as she leaned the new door against the wall. Clint pushed himself up on his pillows just enough to watch her work. She disappeared from view and came back with other wooden pieces, the frame he assumed. She looked so content, working a job that she was good at. Simple, quiet, one step after another until the job was done.

"What's your name?" Clint asked, breaking the silence. 

She didn't look up from her work when she said, "Jenny."

Clint pursed his lips in thought and shuffled to get more comfortable on his bed, letting the silence sit between them while he put his thoughts in order. "So, Jenny..." 

When he didn't expound on those two words, Jenny turned to look at him and asked, "Something on your mind?"

He huffed and scooted to the end of the bed to slump his elbows onto his knees. "Do you know anything about BDSM?"

That pulled a surprised laughed from the repairwoman. "I know a bit," she admitted as she went back to knocking the door frame into place. She waved her hammer towards him, "Is your dom ticking you off?"

Clint's eyebrows shot up. "What makes you think I have a dom? What makes you think I'm not a dom?"

Jenny pulled her lip between her teeth, narrowing her eyes before she said cautiously, "I didn't mean to assume. You just scream sub to me, and when you asked I thought you were having some relationship troubles." She started on the door hinges. "My baby girl always gets that tone in her voice when I've done something she's not happy about."

He sat up, more alert, and questioned, "You're a dom?"

She raised a brow of her own and shot back, "You bet. Proud caretaker of one sassy baby girl."

Clint threw his hands into the air. "Is everyone in on this thing?"

"What thing?" she asked.

The archer stood and came over to stand by Jenny, leaning against the wall. "This dom/sub thing." He picked at a hangnail and refused to look at her. "I sort of thought it was, you know..."