Howdy all! School has started back up again, so I have not had the time to post anything. :I And now that I am, it is rather short. In fact, this is going to be a two parter. I can't seem to decided how this is going to end, so I am just posting the first part of it.

This takes place right when Loki has moved in, before the last two chapters. Hope you enjoy~

(Part 1)

Clint grumbled as he walked through the tower's halls to get to the elevator so he could train in the workout room. "Why did I have to get stuck babysitting," he spat darkly, tempted to take one of his arrows and fire it at the closest thing he can, or at least punch a wall.

Fury had called the team for a briefing for a mission, a mission he couldn't go on. All because Thor's insane excuse for a brother was under house arrest and someone had to stay and make sure he didn't blow the place up. He still clearly remembered the smirk on Tony's face before he left. Anger flared inside of Clint. Loki may not be permitted to destroy anything, but he felt a strong urge to start smashing all of Tony's supply of alcohol.

Finally reaching the elevator, he pushed the button, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited. When it arrived, the doors opened and Clint locked eyes with emerald-green ones. He gritted his teeth. Great, just freakin' great, he thought. He begrudgingly stomped into the elevator, letting the doors close behind him. Standing as far as the small space would let him, he glared at the trickster god. Why Tony let Thor bring him here was beyond him. He had rejected immediately, but a lot of good that did. At least Loki's magic was supressed by the bracelets Tony and Bruce invented. His eyes fell on the invention wrapped around each wrist of the god. Bruce had assured Fury that if Loki attempted to use, or even try to access his magic for any reason then the bracelets would give the god a shock worthy of rivaling Thor's lightning. Clint was secretly hoping for a demonstration, but so far the infuriating bane of his existence had been regrettably good.

His thoughts were cut off as the loud, screeching noise emitted from around him, and the elevator came to an abrupt halt. He widened his stance to keep his balance, running his gaze around the enclosed space, then resting on the only other passenger, giving him an accusatory glare. "What did you do?"

He received a rather bored look as an answer. Clint tensed and balled his fists.

"Answer me and fix it, or so help me one of these arrows is finding its way into your eye," Clint snarled, reaching behind him to grab an arrow to fit onto his bow, keeping his eyes trained on Loki. A gleam of anger flashed through the god's eyes.

"I assure you, if I had any ounce of my magic within my disposal I would not waste it on such trivial manners as stopping this contraption," Loki snarled back, raising his hands to where the bracelets fell into Clint's vision. Clint flickered his eyes down to them, then back to the trickster's face.

"They could be broken. You could be tricking all of us into believing you have no magic."

"If they were broken I would not be here," Loki said, irritation radiating from him. Clint relaxed slightly, but stayed alert. Loki was not called the god of lies for nothing. He raked his eyes once again over the enclosed space. Everything seemed to be fine, so how come they stopped?

"Jarvis, why has the elevator stopped?" Clint asked, angling his head upwards, directing the question to Tony's AI.

"It appears that one of the elongated cables have snapped that connects to the compartment. It wrapped around the counter weight, and the sheave was damaged, causing movement of the elevator to stop, Mr. Barton."

Clint blinked, staring up at the ceiling. Loki sighed, drawing his attention.

"Basically Barton, we are stuck."

Clint told himself that everyone should be back soon, and things would get fixed. Jarvis would tell them of the situation, and Tony would use his brainiac skills to get them out. He told himself he just needed to be patient.

Ten minutes into the situation and Clint was ready to kill someone. Loki was tapping his foot annoyingly and acting oblivious to Clint's murderous glares.

"I have already told you to stop that stupid noise," Clint gritted out, trying in vain to massage out some stress from his temples. He felt his eye twitch when Loki slid his bored gaze over to him, a small smirk on his face and continued tapping his foot. Fingers itching to retrieve an arrow, he visibly tried to calm himself. "Why don't you use your vudu and get us out of here if you are so bored?"

"You know why I have not done that. I do not wish to experience the effect of that attempt just for your personal amusement, Barton." Loki said, narrowing his eyes at him.

Clint shrugged, giving the god his own smirk. "That's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." Loki bared his teeth in a snarl. The banter ended at that, and Clint grew bored and restless again. He needed to keep on the alert for when the maniac god not even 5 feet away from him tried something, but he was getting tired of standing so stiff. "That's it!" he suddenly yelled. Loki gave him a curious glance, but he paid him no mind. He walked to the doors of the elevator, inspecting them. "Jarvis, can these doors open at the moment?"

"The doors are programmed to open upon arrival on a floor. Currently the position of the compartment is between the 6th and 7th floor, preventing access to opening the doors."

"Hmmm," Clint hummed in reply, then got another idea. "Could they open with enough force?"

"The doors are designed to stay close until arrival onto another floor. A considerable amount of strength would be needed."

Clint's eyes gleamed as he turned towards Loki. Loki's curiosity morphed into wary annoyance, already knowing what Clint was going to say. "No."

"Oooh, come on! You want out of here as bad as I do. And with your strength it would take no effort," wined Clint. Loki tsked, casting the archer a furious glare for being right. Still, if the trickster knew how to be stubborn.

"I was dealing with the situation just fine. You are the one who is being a child and complaining."

In a flash Clint's pouting face has changed into steely determination, bow positioned with an arrow in place pointing right at Loki. "You are going to open the doors, or you will find yourself in a situation that you won't be able to deal with." Loki didn't move, lip pulling into a smirk.

"Like such a trivial thing could force me to do what you want. You humor me, Barton."

Clint cocked his head, a glint of dark humor entering his eyes. "If I remember correctly, to keep from taking damage from my exploding arrows you would need a shield. A shield takes magic." He allowed a small smirk at the flash of anger on Loki's face. "Now, open these doors."

Loki snarled something that Clint couldn't understand, but stomped his way to the doors. Taking his fingernails, he dug them into the little crevice that laid between the two doors, and pulled. The doors automatically opened, carrying Loki's force with them and causing the frame to bend where his hands slammed into them. The god straightened, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow at Clint.

"Show off," Clint mumbled as he attempted to stick his head out of the frame. He was relieved when there was enough room, and looking up, was glad to see that there was enough space for him to pull himself up onto the elevator. Grasping the edge, he hauled himself up, sliding through the space and onto the roof of the compartment. After a couple of seconds he kneeled and peeked into the elevator. "What are you waiting for?" he directed towards Loki, who was still standing in the middle of the elevator.

"Of what use would it be to climb on top of this contraption?"

Clint huffed,but knew the infuriating god was right. He had did this on whim to get out of such a small space before he skewered the man. He doubted Thor would like that, no matter how much he wanted to do it. But now he realized he may have made a fool of himself. Standing up, he raked his gaze around him, trying hard to see in such a dim lighting. Jarvis had said they were between floors, soo...that should mean that the doors to the 7th floor was above them! He quickly moved the direction of his gaze, and was met with bitter disappointment. The doors to the floor was a good 20 feet out of his reach! Even if he stood on Loki's shoulders he wouldn't be able to reach it. And as if the god would allow that. Sighing, he ran an aggravated hand roughly through his short hair, doing everything he could not to just yell out in frustration. It was to bad he couldn't force Loki to use his magic. He doubted getting hit by an explosive would compare to the voltage that would run through the gods body if he tried to get access to the stuff, and he knew Loki knew that, so there was no use threatening him again. He was startled out of his thoughts when something fell onto his shoulder. He snapped his head to the side, squinting, then his eyes grew wide when he realized what had fallen onto him.

I know I know. You don't have to tell me. I blame school and homework though. And the fact I haven't got a decent sleep in a while. But I will try to make Part 2 nonetheless.