It was a little bit detestable that they had him looking after one god of mischief. It didn’t even make any sense, really, because if Clint faced up to it, he wasn’t really over it. And he was pretty sure he wasn’t exactly expected to be. Loki had scrambled his mind pretty spectacularly, and it still left him somewhat on-edge to see the dark-haired god nearby whenever he looked too far to the side.
But he had to keep an eye on him, which meant he had to turn his head, and he had to listen to him, because they hadn’t muzzled him - Clint felt he’d have been better off if they had. And as much as he’d have liked to plant several arrows - particularly explosive in nature - in Loki’s face, he didn’t. Because, you know, that was part of the job. Not murdering him. No matter how much he deserved it, because he did. He’d nearly, you know, ruined all of New York, and that would’ve sucked. He lived here, after all. He’d say they all did, but not all of them had before that.
But that didn’t matter to Loki, no of course not. He had his own world to call home. So what’d it matter in New York got destroyed in his pursuit of…what? Right, right. He wanted to be a king. Or something. Because they had kings all over the place? No. Kings didn’t really fit in here. Not the kind like Loki, anyway. But he was here, now, and Clint wasn’t sure why they couldn’t just keep him locked up at headquarters. According to the information he’d been given, Loki wasn’t allowed back in Asgard, which was great for them. Not so much for down here. Particularly since they couldn’t really let him run around on his own, unrestrained. Those cuffs could only do so much, right? Which meant Clint got to sort of follow. And it was like babysitting. Only a lot more troublesome - or Clint assumed it was, he’d never babysat much besides Simone’s kids. And that was with their mother there.
Keeping a man in his apartment who he’d rather kill wasn’t pleasant. He’d sort of left him to the couch, and Lucky had mostly stopped coming out, and Clint really didn’t like that. Lucky had a hell of a lot more right to be roaming around than Loki, anyway. Because it also meant that he didn’t really get to have guests over, either. Explaining to them that there was a god in his apartment wasn’t really easy, after all.