So I was watching Age of Ultron again, and when it got the part where Clint brought the Avengers to his home, I got to thinking back to the scene where everyone was trying to lift Thor's hammer, and well...this fun little idea popped into my head. I hope you all enjoy it.

Laura Barton was freaking out. Keeping the house clean was hard enough with two young children and being eight and half months pregnant and a husband who was off saving the world. But now Clint was home, and because of something she hadn't been told about, she now had the Avengers to deal with on top of everything else. One, maybe even two, she could've handled easily, especially if it had been Nat because she would've insisted on doing everything for her so she could rest.

But she had all five of them. And Clint was doing his best to keep all of them in line and out of her way, but there was only so much he could do.

Right now she was moving around, leaving extra towels for everyone, hoping she had enough. After showing everyone where they'd be sleeping tonight, most of them had opted to change and shower after whatever had happened. Tony and Steve chose to step outside, and found themselves being put to work by Clint. She laughed a little at the thought of Captain America and Iron Man chopping firewood.

"Mommy, I can't find my doll," she heard Lila scream from downstairs.

"I'll keep an eye out for it, Sweetie," she shouted to her daughter.

She knew it wasn't in the room Nat was in, which was good because she didn't want to go back in there and accidentally see something happening between her and Bruce.

As she left some stuff in what was supposed be Tony and Bruce's room, she checked the floor and under the bed, and didn't see it. As she made her way over to the room they'd put Steve and Thor in, she heard the shower running in the bathroom next to it. Knowing that Steve was outside with Tony, Bruce was with Natasha, she deduced that Thor was the one in there. A wicked, mischievous little smile crossed her face as she pictured the Asgardian god minus his armor. She cursed the fact that this visit was probably supposed to be kept secret since married or not, she would've loved to be able to brag to her friends, who she knew had fantasies of their own about him, that Thor had been naked in her house.

Oh well, she thought, back to the mission at hand.

"Clint," she called out as she went into Steve and Thor's room and dropped the towels for Steve.

A second later Clint came in, a drink in hand. "Yeah?"

"Can you do me a favor and leave this in the bathroom for Thor so he isn't walking around the house naked?" she asked as she lifted the pillows on the bed.

"Sure. What are you looking for, souvenirs to sell online?" he joked.

She shot him a quick look and then shook her head. "Lila can't find her doll," she answered as she was about to check under the bed. "You know what, can you please check under the bed while I check behind the rollaway?"

Clint nodded and got down on the floor. Laura sighed when she saw nothing behind the still folded rollaway. "Found it," she heard Clint call to her.

"Thank you, babe," she breathed in relief, but became confused when she saw his hands empty. "Where is it?"

"Under that," he pointed in the direction of where Thor had set down his hammer and the doll which had one of its legs trapped under it. "Lila must've accidentally left it when she showed those two where the room was," he mused. "I'll have Thor get it when he's done showering."

"Why do we need to wait?" she asked as she marched over to where the hammer was resting.

"Because only Thor -" Clint started to explain, stopping midsentence as he watched his wife grab Mjolnir by the handle and effortlessly lift it. As she held it up she reached down and grabbed the doll, then set the hammer back down as it was before.

"What?" she asked when she saw the dumbstruck look on her husband's face. "Clint?" she prodded when he didn't say anything. She almost became concerned when Clint started laughing. "Am I missing something?"

Clint started shaking his head. "No, no, uh," he stammered as he tried to get his laughter under control. "I'll just get these to Thor," he told her as he held up the towels, "And you get that to Lila," he pointed toward the doll. "And then you can get back to being the queen around here," he smiled as he kissed her quickly, remembering what Thor had said about whomever lifted that thing would be the king, or in this case, queen of Asgard.

Without another word, Clint left the room. And he claims to be the normal one, she thought as she looked down at the doll. She was about to leave the room when she looked again at the hammer. Her hand drifted toward the handle again, almost like it was calling to her until...

"Mommy, I still can't find my doll."

"Calm down, Lila, I've got it," she shouted back, her thrall broken and she proceeded to leave the room.