This story takes place after Captain America 2. Bucky has been roaming around and somehow ends up in New York where Clint lives. He'll usually be referred to as James because it's how he introduces himself to Clint. That's all for now. enjoy

Ever had a god for a roommate? No? Neither had Clint up until recently. Well Thor did come over a lot and the place might as well have been his second home but he didn't actually live there officially until a week ago while watching The Expendables, Thor casually said,

"I wish to be your roommate Clint."

"Sure." Came the answer and just like that they were roommates. Thor had long since had his own key so that was taken care of and much of what he found while on Earth had ended up at Clint's apartment anyway. He also used the spare bedroom so for Thor to actually say he wanted to be his roommate didn't have the big impact one would imagine it would. They practically were anyway. Clint yawned as he hurried through the rain, still getting soaked. It was Thor's turn to cook dinner and he definitely didn't want to miss this. The last time he'd almost set the kitchen on chuckled to himself. He had to laugh to keep from being pissed which had been hard to do lately. He slowed down when he caught sight of a man being harassed. The guy had a hood over his face and hands tucked into his pockets as the three men surrounded him. Clint sighed and crossed the street to them.

"Hey assholes, leave him alone!"

"Or you'll what?" Asked one guy with an awful tattoo on his face. He gave Clint the once over and smiled, apparently finding him lacking. Clint shrugged. Before tattoo face could even move, Clint had him slammed into the ground. A tooth fell out of his mouth as he groaned in pain. His buddies fled pretty fast after that. Clint lifted their ringleader up and pushed him in the same direction. When he was sure they weren't coming back he turned to the the guy they had been messing with.

"You okay?" Hooded guy nodded. Clint would normally be fine with that answer but something seemed off about the man. "Come home with me. I live down there." he gestured down the street. "My roommate is cooking tonight…if he doesn't burn the place down first." The hooded man hesitated so Clint held out his hand.

"Clint Barton by the way." Slowly a hand gripped his.

"Bu-James."

"Alright James, let's go." By the time they reached the apartment, both were soaked. Clint opened the door, sniffed for smoke and not smelling or seeing any guided James inside. "Odinson I brought a guest!" He yelled as they stepped into the living room. Thor instantly appeared from the kitchen with hair pulled back, an apron on and a spoon in one of his hands. Clint was tempted to take a picture to send to Tony. "James this is Thor. Thor this is James. Stopped some idiots from roughing him up." To James he said, "Be back in a second with dry clothes."

"It is an honor to meet you James. I'm cooking…" Thor frowned a bit as he tried to remember. "A kind of soup."

"What kind?" Clint called.

"Chicken with noodles. You may take your jacket off and hang it there." Thor pointed to a coat rack near the door where a large hammer hung. James shook his head.

"That's a bad idea. This whole this was a bad idea."

"How so?" Without an answer James made for the door but Thor would have none of it. "My friend helped you and invited you to our home. Yet you leave because I said you could take off your jacket?" James tensed as Thor took a few steps. "What troubles you?" James shook his head once more and this time was able to get his hand on the knob just as an arrow stuck into the wood near it. "Clinton," Thor sighed. "You promised Mr. Williams that you would shoot no more arrows in our residence."

"We'll be fine as long as you don't snitch on me," He smirked as he walked up, bow in hand.

"What is a snitch? Is it a type of animal?" Clint rolled his eyes. And to James said,

"Look I know something's up with you. I could tell instantly. You walk out that door, you walk away from the help I can tell you need."

"You don't know anything about me," James whispered.

"No? Well then enlighten me." Annoyed, James pulled off his hood then tugged the jacket away from an arm.

"I know all about you Clint Barton, S.H.I.E.L.D agent. You know about me as well right?" James waited for the anger, the accusing looks, the hatred. Instead Clint rubbed the back of his head.

"Well shit. I would be the one to bring a fucking assassin home." James watched in disbelief as he tossed his bow onto a coffee table. Thor studied James a moment before turning to his roommate.

"Is there something I should know?"

"James that's Thor. Thor, that's James." Just like that Clint defused the situation. He lept onto the couch to watch TV. Thor, not sure what to make of it all, returned to the kitchen and James, well Bucky, he stood there in stunned silence. "Hey you gonna stand there all night gaping like a fish or you wanna watch Goodfellas with me.."

"Goodfellas?"

"Yeah, it's a classic. Thor loved it. Kinda embarrassing though when he went around for a week trying to talk like Tommy or Jimmy." Still in a bit of shock and not understanding what Clint was playing at, James walked over to sit down. "By the way I think I found some stuff to fit you if you want to change."

"Why are you doing this? You obviously know who I am."

"Why not?" Clint leaned back to look at him. "Fighting won't accomplish much besides tearing up my home. Thought I'd try something different. Besides I'm not an agent anymore." He gave a sad smile then turned back to the TV. James sat there thinking for a bit and only stopped when Thor announced dinner was ready. The three sat at the kitchen table and James watched as Thor told Clint a story about fighting Dark Elves. He stirred his spoon in the bowl a bit.

"You are safe here my friend," Thor said. James gripped the spoon tighter. How could he be safe when he could barely remember who he was, what he was and was sure HYDRA had people looking for him. A hand on his arm made him look up. Clint didn't say anything but the way he looked at James, told him that he understood so he did his best to be better company and took a taste of the soup…and promptly began gagging to Clint's amusement.

"You don't actually eat it!" He laughed. James downed the beer Thor handed to him, who by the way was also smiling.

"What was that?!" he managed to ask after getting some of the taste out.

"That is Thor's cooking. He wants to improve so I let him cook when he wants but it's rare that his food is edible. I usually order take out later for us." Clint wipes away a few tears from laughing so much. Thor gives James an apologetic smile.

"I hope that I improve my skills enough one day."

"You've got a long way to go." James can't help but crack a smile "I've tasted dog food better than that." That sends Clint, and even the god himself, into more laughter. James finds that he likes the sound, even thinks he could get used to it.