Jasmine nodded. She'd never been given really free rein like that before. It was... kind of weird, actually.

"Better be careful with statements like that, I might bake you out of house and home."

Clint snickered.

"I doubt Tony would even notice a dent in the grocery bill," he said. "Bake away."

Jasmine grinned a bit at that and nodded. Later, she'd investigate everything later. For now she didn't particularly want to do anything.

Clint let the silence stretch for a bit.

"Oh," he said, remembering something, "so, did anyone tell you where my room is? I mean, just in case, so you'll be able to find it. You're allowed to come to me for anything, alright? No matter when."

"No one's said anything," Jasmine said after a moment. "I haven't been out of the room we were given much, anyway." She shrugged a bit.

"If you want, I can show you around," Clint offered. "At least to my room, and Phil's, so you know where we usually live."

"Alright," Jasmine agreed. "That would be helpful, just in case." She finally hopped off the counter, stretching a bit.

"Just so you know where the rooms are," Clint promised. "I won't make you stay with us or anything, that's entirely up to you."

"I... might come visit?" Jasmine shrugged. "We'll see. I know you two have a lot to talk about."

"Like I said, I won't make you do anything," Clint replied, nodding. "It's entirely up to you." And he was well aware that he and Phil had some things to talk about still. He just needed to find the right time.

Jasmine nodded and followed him to his room, looking around a bit. At least now she had somewhere else she could go if she needed to.

Once they were in his room, Clint sighed and flung himself into the hammock stretched across about a third of the room. It was anchored in about six places, making it roughly the same size as a full-size bed. There were a few pillows scattered on it, and a tangle of blankets in the middle.

Jasmine blinked at that, because that looked really kind of amazing.

"May I?" she asked, looking at him. She knew some Alphas were weird about their things and their space, and even though she'd gotten an invitation into the room, she wanted to be sure.

"Huh?" Clint blinked. "Oh, sure, c'mon up." He moved over a bit, giving her room to climb up.

Jasmine climbed up easily and then settled in. "This is nice," she said with a little sigh. "Really really nice."

"I know, isn't it?" Clint asked, grinning. "Tony tried to give me this round bed thing, I think he was making some kind of nest joke. I said screw it and put up the hammock instead."

"Good call on that one, the hammock is so much better." Jasmine stretched out before curling around a pillow.

"I thought so too," Clint said. He looked over when he heard the door open a bit and the soft jingle of tags. "Hey, Lucky, where've you been, boy?" He rolled over so his arms were hanging off the hammock and he scratched behind the dog's ears.

Jasmine grinned a bit and moved so she could pet Lucky too.

"I had a dog growing up," she said, glancing at Clint. "A Lab. I've missed dogs."

"I found Lucky last year," Clint said. "He was hurt, so I took him in to get patched up, and just ended up keeping him."

That made Jasmine snort a bit. "I think I understand that strays comment Phil made a bit better," she said, grinning.

"Let it be known that I have never once regretted bringing someone home with me," Clint replied. He grinned. "Phil should know that. He was the first one."

Elsewhere in the tower, Steve found himself in the kitchen, mixing up some cocoa for himself. Coffee didn't seem right at the moment, and he wasn't in the mood to badger Thor for enough mead to get tipsy on.

"Stevie?" Bucky moved into the kitchen. He and Victoria had parted ways half an hour ago, but they'd hung out for a while, so he was feeling pretty relaxed.

Steve glanced over. He could smell the Omega all over Bucky, although it wasn't more than surface contact, he was sure.

"Hey, Buck," he said, looking down at his mug again.

"You alright?" Bucky asked, moving to lean against the counter next to him. He could tell something was bothering Steve, but he couldn't tell what.