Oh. Oh, all right. So now it’s Netflix and chill after a first date consisting of a magic rock and some pizza? Clint isn’t going to argue the blanket. He will argue, in a few hours, that he should at least be allowed to shower and put on non-bloody clothing. Unfortunately, he can’t argue now because he’s yawning a Mighty Yawn and that takes a lot of the fight out of him.

Huffing as if he’s not enjoying himself, Clint touches the place where the IV has been inserted into his elbow bend and almost closes his eyes again before they snap up towards the Asgardian.

“You guys don’t keep humans as pets right…?” Even if that kinda seems like a good existence in his exhaustion addled mind. “Not complaining about any of this but I want to make sure that you’re not equating mascot with pet..?”