Sam wasn't even surprised when, two weeks after Bruce visited, another person appeared on his doorstep. Instead of asking who they were, he just invited the man inside, assuming he was an Avenger cause god, they sure liked to make surprise appearances at his house. What did they think he was? A bed and breakfast? At least they only ever seemed to take him up on the breakfast and never the bed. He wouldn't hesitate to kick them out for the night.

"So, who else has shown up?" the man asked, making himself comfortable in Sam's living room.

Sam had already finished breakfast, so he was glad that this man seemed to respect his unwritten no-visitors-before-10AM rule.

"What makes you think you're not the first?" Sam asked, washing his bowl in the sink.

"You just let me in; didn't seem surprised in the least," the man pointed out.

Sam shrugged, saying he could just be a friendly person and the man scoffed.

"Even friendly people tend to ask who someone is before letting them inside."

"Fair point," Sam agreed. He doubted the man had just shown up here out of pure coincidence, though, and asked who had told him about him. "Steve? Tony?"

"Nah," the man said, reaching for the TV remote on the coffee table. "Nat did. Said she and Steve showed up all scraped and bruised and you just let 'em in. She spoke as highly of you as she does of Steve or Banner."

Of course Natasha and Steve had been the ones to start all this. And to think, he had trusted them.

"Really?" Sam asked, silently cursing Steve and Natasha for bringing this fate upon him. "She didn't strike me as someone who gave out compliments."

The man on the couch shrugged, scrolling through TV channels until he found a wilderness survival show.

"You'd be surprised how different she is once she opens up," the man said. Sam was sure that was true. "I'm Clint, by the way. Clint Barton, Hawkeye." That didn't clear much up for Sam, but he didn't say so. "Nat said you got yourself some wings and call yourself the Falcon."

Natasha hadn't mentioned her friend was also a bird.

"Oh yeah," Sam said, joining Clint in the living room. He glanced at the TV and was surprised to see Clint watching one of his favourite shows. Taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch, he asked, "You like this too?"

"Yeah," Clint grinned. He had the subtitles on and the volume almost at zero. "Laura—my wife—she hates it. I can't watch it at home and Tasha makes fun of me cause I'm a spy."

Clint made a face and Sam grinned. Clint was by far his favourite unexpected visitor (besides Steve (and by affiliation Natasha), of course).

"Man, I've never met anyone else who likes this show," Sam said, settling into the couch.

Clint shrugged, setting the remote back on the coffee table.

"You live at the Stark Tower too?" If so, Sam was definitely gonna come hang out with Clint more often. The dude had a bird code name, liked the same show he did, and seemed chill.

"Yeah, when I'm in New York," Clint told him, "My family's back in Ohio."

"The next time you're in town, man, come by," Sam told him. Clint seemed surprised to be invited back and Sam wondered if it was a rare occurrence. Trying to sound encouraging, he said, "Yeah, we can watch some TV, birds, have our own kind of man day!"

"I was down until you called it a man day."

Despite it, he and Sam spent the rest of the day talking. Clint didn't leave until late that night, saying if he didn't get back soon, Natasha was going to get worried.

"Don't worry, man. I'll swing by next time I'm in town," Clint said, standing on the doorstep.

"Looking forward to it," Sam said and this time, he was.

As he waved goodbye, Clint walked over to his car (that looked an awful lot like Tony's, Sam noted). He climbed inside, waved again, then took off back to Stark Tower. Closing the door, Sam walked back into his house, wondering why none of his encounters with unexpected visitors had ended like this.