"What picture?" Laurel asked, climbing over so she was next to Doreen. The movement woke up Darcy, who snorted awake and sat up.

"The picture of you two sleeping, of course," Doreen said with a grin. She already had it saved to Jarvis so she didn't care if Laurel got hold of her phone.

Laurel blinked.

"What?" she asked.

Doreen just snickered and tucked her phone away. "Come on, let's go make breakfast. I'm thinking pancakes."

"Pancakes sound good," Laurel said, getting up. She still looked a bit sideways at Doreen, but didn't push about the pictures. She knew her friend wouldn't do anything deliberately bad with them, whatever they were.

Doreen got up and headed for the kitchen, stepping over Thor, who was just sprawled across the living room floor. She had to snicker at that.

Laurel grinned a bit as well, although she managed to get around Thor instead of hopping over him.

Darcy just snickered (nigh on cackled) and started prodding Thor awake.

Natasha joined them in the kitchen, hopping up on the counter to watch the activity and stealing the odd chocolate chip from the waiting bowl while Doreen made pancake batter.

Laurel, on the other hand, prodded the coffee machine until it gave her coffee and then sat down on a stool at the counter.

Doreen got herself some coffee and put the kettle on in case Bruce wanted tea whenever he got up.

And then Clint started trying to steal chocolate chips from the air vent, and Doreen started throwing them at him.

Laurel couldn't help but laugh at that, and just sat back to watch them.

Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Clint," she said, looking at him. It wasn't quite a scold.

"What?" Clint asked with a shit-eating grin. "We've got more than enough. And it's fun." He caught another one in his mouth that Doreen had thrown, and she laughed.

Laurel blinked when a Roomba dropped down from the vent as well.

"How do you even share the vents with them?" she asked Clint curiously. "I wouldn't think there's enough space for them and you in the same vent at the same time."

"We've come to an arrangement," Clint said with a grin. "We manage to fit in here, but they have to wait for me to let them through."

"Fun," Laurel said. She grinned teasingly. "It's always nice to see a boy and his pets getting along."

"I trained them well," Clint said with a grin. Because he didn't mind that one bit. In fact he was very amused.

Laurel snickered.

"I can see that," she said. "I mean, since you adopted a whole swarm of them from Tony and all, they seem pretty well-trained."

"Of course they are. I wasn't going to let them be total savages," Clint said, snorting. "Tony programmed 'em some, but I trained them." He looked very proud of himself.

Laurel raised an eyebrow.

"I would think there's only so savage a Roomba can be," she pointed out. "They're overgrown hockey pucks on wheels, straight from the box."

"Straight from the box, maybe, but Tony got his hands on these," Clint pointed out. "They have a rudimentary hive-mind, some of them have a repulsor system, all of them are strong enough to knock you off your feet if you're not careful."

"A hive mind?" Laurel asked, blinking. "What, like Kaiju or Jaegers or something?" She paused. "Okay, I'll admit that reference only works if you've seen Pacific Rim, but still."

Clint shrugged. "Like bees type hive mind, they know where they all are and they all work towards the same goal."

"That's... Unnecessarily complex for a Roomba," Laurel said. "And somehow I'm not surprised in the slightest."

Clint grinned. "Tony was up for a day or so too many," he agreed. "Things like that happen when Tony's been up too long."

Laurel just snickered a bit.

"I've heard that things like that happen," she said. "Apparently there's half a chapter in the SHIELD handbook dedicated to it and what to do if it happens while the agent in question is around."