#clint barton daughter imagine

[chloe-skywalker]

Another Agent Barton? - Clint Barton

Clint x reader daughter

Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 910

Summary: Being Clint’s daughter, and having been trained by him and Natasha. The Avengers need help from another smaller agent.

Authors Note: A shorter reader for reasons of needing her help. First time I believe I’m writing for a shorter reader. Fun Fact Scarlett Johansen is 5’3 and I’m the same height.

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“Yeah, but who can do that.” Tony asked out loud. They had a urgent mission but there were parts that none of them could do. 

“None of us can. Not even Nat.” Steve let out a sigh. Tony was right, as annoying as that was.

Nat looked to Clint with knowing eyes. “We could call her in.”

Clint let out a frustrated sigh. “Nat”

Everyone was getting confused now as they watched the two spys. “She’s been dying to help and she just got backfrom her mission over seas.” Natasha added, knowing she was right that girl always talked to her. Told her everything.

“You advocate for my daughter more than you do for anyone else.” Clint glared at the redhead but there was no malice in it.

Nat shrugged. “I like her more than anyone else.”

“Who are you both talking about?” Bruce asked the question that was on everyones mind.

“Clint’s oldest daughter.” Natasha stated looking towards the others.

“y/n.” Clint told them her name. It’s not that he didn’t want Y/n on the team. Hell she was already an agent, it’s just he would be so focused on making sure she’s okay. That could endanger the others or at the very least himself. And he didn’t want her to get hurt. Or at least have to see it happen.

“You have another kid? You Bartons are very busy.” Tony said under his breath. They do have a lot of kids.

“She’s an agent?” Wanda asked with her head tilted.

“Yes, trained by me and Nat ourselves.” Clint nodded explaining a bit more about her to his friends that he considered family.

“Could she help?” Steve asked crossing his arms.

“Your call, you know how I’d vote.” Natasha stated as Clint looked to her for her input.

Clint nodded letting out a sigh. He just didn’t want her to get hurt, him being there and he couldn’t do nothing about it. But Nat was right. They needed her. “Fine. I’ll call her.”

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“Where is she? We’re about to leave.” Tony questioned as they stood in the quinjet, waiting for this young Barton Agent to get there.

“She’ll be here.” Natasha stated glaring at Tony. She’s very protective also of Y/n.

“Paticnce, Tony.” Steve said trying to defuse the conversation before anything could happen or be said.

“There she is.” Natasha nodded towards where a girl probably in her early 20’s was coming from a black SHIELD SUV dropped her off.

“Thats Bartons daughter?” Bruce asked with squinted eyes. She was older than mot of them expected, most of his kids were a good portion younger.

“Her names Y/n or as she’s called in the field hummingbird.” Nat stated, they really couldn’t call her by her name? That was ridiculous. Y/n is more than just Clint’s kid. She’s her own person.

“Why hummingbird?” Wanda asked curiously, while everyone else just thought ‘another Barton with a bird code name’.

“She hums to distract her targets and she can move fast so they look one way but she comes around from the other.” Natasha explained kindly to Wanda as she was the only one in Nat’s eyes not being rude about her niece.

“The bird family.” Tony snarked which earned him a glare from not only Nat.

“Well, she did inherit Clint’s sense of sight.” Bucky spoke up which caused all eye’s to turn to him. Which made him uncomfortable, Bucky shrugged his shoulders before continuing. “What? It’s in her file. And I’ve ran into her before. Back when I was the Winter Solider.”

“Everyone.” Clint said as him and Y/n walked up the ramp of the quinjet. Clint had been waiting axniously for her to arrive. “This is Y/n. My daughter. Y/n everyone.”

“Hey everyone.” Y/n said smiling giving a small wave to all the Avengers. Then her focus turned to the two people infront of her she already knew. “And hi, Nat. Bucky.”

“You know Bucky?” Clint turned his attention to his daughter so fast it scared her abit.

Y/n shifted on her feet biting her lip not knowing what to say to her father about this. ‘Hey dad Fury sent me on a mission when I was only 17 and I ran into the Winter Solider’. No, that wouldn’t work. “Uhhhh, top secret mission.”

“Y/n-” Clint went to start interagetting her but Y/n cut himoff.

“Ask Fury. Okay?” she raised her hands in surrender.

Before Clint could question her anymore Tony spoke up wanting to get the mission started as soon as possible. “Alright. Let’s see what you can do. Let’s go.”

“Got a suit?” Steve sked with kind eyes.

“Yup.” Y/n gave him a nod.

“Then Suit up.” Steve nodded backwith a smile.

“This is gonna be fun.” Y/n sat next to Nat with a huge smile on her face. She was excited to finally get to work with her dad and Aunt Natasha. They trained her after all.

“Just don’t do anything to scare your dad. Got it? Or me.” Natasha smiled she to was excited but she was also nervous for the same reasons as Clint.

“I got it. Besides I want to be able to help you guys again.” Y/n nodded trying to get her to not worry as much. There was no way Y/n was gonna be reckless. She wanted to work with them all again someday.

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I miss avenger fics😔.

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Ace

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Gamer!Stark!Reader, Avengers x Reader

Summary:

Your girlfriend, your dad, along with the rest of the Avengers, support you during a VALORANT tournament.

Word count: 4.6k+

Warnings: too much VALORANT descriptions, you can google stuff about it if you want to get a good visual of this story, basically an avengers fic as a whole but i love supportive gf nat >:(

A/n: one of the drafts I left a long time ago! I miss writing for the avengers, so I decided to finish this one.

(completely italic dialogues - casters commentating)

All the hollering from the lounge died down when Natasha practically shoved both Sam and Bucky off the couch, stealing the TV remote in the process. Their basketball game can wait, her girlfriend’s tournament is more important.

“Oh, shoot. Y/N/N's tournament is today?” Sam suddenly remembered and Bucky made a quick detour out of the lounge to fetch Steve and possibly the others. They kind of promised you they'd support your game this time around, with the knowledge that they had free time on the dates of your tournament. Sam snapped his fingers, “Snacks. I'll be right back.”

No, you weren’t a professional athlete; if anything, you’re the opposite. Your wrists move more than your whole body most of the time, you only stay an hour or less in the gym, and you prioritize getting better in Aim Lab than a shooting range.

Ever since women playing in VALORANT E-Sports were normalized, you were one of the anticipated gamers to compete, of course you were on board and signed on to an esports organization and team roster. You’ve made a name for yourself in the gaming industry because of your high IQ and big brain plays. You used your head in every match, every round unlike the majority of the players mindlessly aiming and not landing shots. Because of your career, you’re known for something else and not just Iron Man’s daughter.

Natasha didn’t like the fact that you were glued to your computer most of the time at first. She thought Tony spoiled you too much even as an adult, but she later on realized that you graduated with a degree before settling into gaming. You worked for the Avengers, sometimes as an IT for a big company which paid more than you needed. You were basically set. All of this while you were still pretty young, a little younger than Natasha.

It’s safe to say all of Natasha’s doubts went away. She felt rather impressed and took a liking to you, which developed into something more over time.

From her phone, you chuckled when you heard Sam and Bucky’s shuffling. “We’re not up for another thirty minutes, babe.” On your end, you and your team were with the event's coordinators backstage of the actual place the tourney was held. Natasha always called you before and after your events, just because she was the best supportive girlfriend ever.

“I know, I wanted to set everything up before anything else,” Natasha put you on speaker while she dealt with the TV’s settings. You smiled to yourself, absolutely adoring your girlfriend even more when she was eager and supporting your games. “Are you guys still at the hotel?”

You had to travel out of the country for the tournament. As much as Natasha wanted to go with you (Clint wanted to go too because he ‘needed a break’, you just rolled your eyes at him and laughed), being a full time hero and an Avenger doesn’t mean you get to travel 24/7. She has to be with the team in case something terribly wrong happens, which doesn’t come with a warning. “Backstage, actually. Cloud9 and Misfits are wrapping up their last match right now,” You replied. “I've already warmed up at the hotel earlier. It's crazy how our room fits all of our PCs.”

“Ah, c'mon, you don't need no warm-ups!” Sam teased, hearing you on speaker as he walked back with refreshments and an assortment of chip bags.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at the Falcon’s words. “Stop it, Sam. You know me; I always get tilted when I play too much before the actual competition.”

Sometimes you get anxious and it affects your performance, same goes for when you warm-up too much; you lose focus the more games you play, leaving nothing for the tournament.

Despite Natasha's excitement to watch your team play, she’s not too vocal about it. She wouldn’t squeal when it starts or bombard you with loud encouragement through the call, because one, she doesn’t want to be the embarrassing girlfriend, and two, she’s the Black Widow. She’s naturally subtle about everything. You knew her more than anyone else though, so even if that was the case, you still felt her support.

Thirty minutes went by quicker than you’d hope, you were so caught up in watching the game of the other rivaling teams and commenting on everything that happened whilst still in the call with Natasha. You also answered Bucky’s queries when he came back; he’s only ever heard of e-sports since you started competing in it. He couldn’t imagine how hard switching point of views and the player’s face cameras must be. Bucky has only watched, what, actual live game tournaments, basketball or chess or whatever. It was confusing to him at times, but you told him he’d get used to it eventually just by taking note of the red and blue colors.

You were cut off by one of your teammates placing a hand on your shoulder, signaling you that it was time to go. “Alright. Nat, I have to go, I’ll call you when I get back?”

The two men were the first ones you heard react, Sam shifted in his seat excitedly while Bucky wondered out loud if he should call Tony, Peter, and Bruce, who were all unnecessarily working overtime at the lab.

You felt yourself smile again when she spoke. “Okay,” Natasha bit her lip, feeling anxious about the tournament, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Good luck!” Sam shouted before you hung up.

Natasha almost snorted when she heard loud footsteps coming towards the lounge entrance. Her sister had the worst timings ever.

“Someone decided to take a long shit while we were heading back. Has Y/N’s game started yet?” Yelena walked in as fast as she could with Fanny, looking at Natasha expectantly as she shrugged off her thick coat and got out of her boots. Fanny ran to where the couches were as soon as Yelena removed her leash, wagging her tail happily without a clue in the world.

“About to, but you did miss her on the phone.”

“Ah, fuck.”

Soon, Bruce, Tony, Peter, Wanda and Vision came down to watch as well. Your tournaments were one of the occasions the team had the chance to bond and get together in one room, it definitely helped with the morale as Steve would think, and they have you to thank for that.

Everyone was just in time to see you walk out to the stage with your team and the opposing one. You were in your team jersey and arm sleeves with your teammates behind you in a straight line.

Tony woot-ed, plopping down next to Natasha. “Heard Y/N/N's team is going up against a brand new team roster. This should be a piece of cake for her, eh?”

Peter sat down beside him, looking at the said rival team with yours, all lined up on stage. “I don't know about that, Mr. Stark. One of them recently went viral after getting five aces on a ranked game. She's radiant, too.”

Admittedly, he also played VALORANT with you and Ned, but often miscalculates his strength as he frequently breaks his keyboard or mouse because of freaking out whenever he sees an enemy. His reflexes and fighting skills were better off used in real time.

“And Y/N/N's been on the top ten leaderboard for, what, six months?” Tony challenged, evidently confident in your skills.

The chatter on who's better than who died down when both teams sat down on their respective computers. Though it wasn’t that noticeable to most people, Natasha noticed it right away: you were wearing the necklace she gave you. You considered it your lucky charm.

After both teams chose the maps they wanted to ban and maps they wanted to play, the game started.

You mostly play the character - or agent - Killjoy. The agent reminded you so much of yourself from her overall vibe and game mechanic: she had utility to aid the whole team, from turrets to alarm bots, and an ultimate that conducts lockdowns on any part of the map. You were so used to that character that you even played her on maps she’s not very helpful at because you mastered everything about her, which made you stand out from other players as no one would dare use characters on maps they weren't good in. Gears were practically turning in your head as the game loaded.

Then, the first game commenced.

The Avengers always made noise whenever you got a kill, or whenever the casters praised you for outsmarting the opposing team, which Steve and Bucky appreciated because it was hard for them to distinguish whether or not you did something good.

Your team easily won the first game. The Avengers were now watching your tournament on the flat screen TV like a bunch of teenagers watching a romcom, all giddy and filled with anticipation.

“Look at that, 13-1? She’s insane." Bruce shook his head. A team needed to win at least 13 rounds to win, if it's neck and neck, 14, or they may choose to go into overtime.

“I’ve never seen Y/N play with that kind of aggression before; they don’t stand a chance.” Wanda pointed out. She liked to spectate from the side whenever you played at the compound, whenever she could.

Natasha’s lips turned upright when they replayed your team’s best moments. One included your one versus three clutch, in which you threw a taunting, questioning look at the opposing roster across the stage after you effortlessly took out three enemies on your own. It was like their heads weren’t in the game at all.

The team laughed when they showed the exact clip of your face camera mocking the other team across the room. Natasha liked that about you; sure you were reserved and shy in general, but she loved it when all your confidence just comes out while you’re out there.

Another clip was when you had a problem with communication, so you weren’t aware that there were enemies around. Your character didn’t stop running because of that and you were exposed to two enemies. You reacted fast and jumped, pulled out your vandal to shoot both of them in the face.

Tony clapped his hands together at that moment. “Let’s go. Let’s fucking go, Y/N/N.”

Natasha, not all that phased on your brilliant play, could still not contain the smile on her face as she plopped back down on the couch.

“What? Wait, hold on, how did she even-” Sam looked back at everyone while they reacted to the highlight. He didn’t exactly process what happened because you moved too fast.

“God reflexes,” Yelena shrugs, not looking away from the screen. Wanda laughs in agreement.

After a bit of commentary and commercials, it was on to the next match on a new map.

Now, Natasha did not know the difference between the multiple maps at all, but she did remember you mentioning that your weakest one had to do with ice.

The next match was on a map called Icebox.

So, she watched intently as your team took a little while during the agent selection. But in the end, you decided to go for Killjoy again. Natasha could only guess what you had in mind to pull off another win.

“This is highly unusual for [Team Name] Y/N, isn’t it? Right now she’s watching the flanks when we usually expect her to be out there with a duelist to try and take picks!” The caster exclaimed, looking at their partner caster. “She’s one of the strong sentinels who you would trust to be by your side - and look at that, she takes out two already, they did not expect anyone to be holding the flank!”

“But she's using Killjoy again - couldn't she have gone for Cypher or Sage? Then again, they already have Skye on their team.”

Even though you were trying to play smart in this map, you still hated it, it was your weakest one. Still good, but not all that great. The opposing team seemed to know the typical Killjoy strategy on the Icebox map. You got sniped every round and your setups were way too predictable to the opposing team.

Soon, the score was 4-10. It was definitely not good to be on the end of only winning four rounds. Your team had to win the remaining rounds or hope for the best and go to overtime, or you lose this game and go onto the third one which would be way nerve racking and increase the odds of losing.

“Intense match so far we've got here. With [Team Name] Y/N at the bottom of the leaderboard this just has to be a miracle for [Team Name] to get a second win and move on to the next round.”

“There's also a bit of a setback with her shots in the last few rounds. I guess this is when we get to see if she's learned a thing or two from her girlfriend, right?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “They honestly did not have to bring that up.”

The other commentator expressed confusion at their partner's comment.

“The Black Widow! [Team Name] Y/N's been dating her for the last couple years. Honestly, where have you been?”

Everyone groaned as they started bringing your dating life to the conversation when they should be sticking to the game. Tony chose to laugh it off to and ignore the annoyance, whereas Yelena mumbled, “Did they just turn into a morning show now?”

After everyone in your team died, you all decided to ask for a timeout to talk things out. While that was going on, the Avengers had their own timeout and were trying to talk about the game, or at least what they thought was happening.

“Okay, assuming we've all seen how this Killjoy character works, her character would make most sense if her utility was in Site A." Bruce said, in thought.

Vision, one of the smartest of the bunch, had not grasped the game mechanics that well over the hour and half of the tournament. "But why is that, Dr. Banner?"

“Site A is pretty cramped, while site B has a lot of space. Of course the opposing team would always go to B since Y/N’s character's utility can't place utilities in both sites, they only have limited range," Peter points to the map as soon as it's shown up close, the casters having their own separate conversation about it.

Bucky turned to a confused Steve and Sam, “I have no idea what they're talking about.”

“Where else would she put her chicken gun on site B, then?” Tony joined the conversation, talking about your character's utility placement.

“It’s,” Natasha sighed. “It’s not a chicken gun...”

“Well, that chicken gun slows down enemies, right? It would make sense if Y/N places those bomb thingies to instantly kill them.” Yelena said.

“Lena, I think Y/N is fairly capable of playing the game right,” Wanda chuckled.

“Then she should be winning.” Yelena said jokingly, chugging on her drink.

It was astonishing how a group of heroes are knowledgeable about a video game, just so they could follow what you enjoy doing. That's how much they adored you.

Clint entered the room and looked at the source of ruckus, absolutely sick of the discourse. He was aware of your tournament and has been probably spectating on different means. “They still get another match if they lose this one. It’s the best out of three.”

“I’m starting to think someone’s cheating, has anyone noticed that some of the opponent team instantly kill them with only one bullet?” Steve squinted.

Tony scoffed. “That’s ridiculous, it’s a tournament.”

“It’s because they hit them precisely on the head, Steve. Who wouldn’t die if they got shot in the head?” Sam crossed his arms.

“Me,” that came from Vision.

“You don’t count.”

They all turned back to the screen once the timeout timer ran out. Natasha could sense the tension in your team, just from the way you glanced across the stage… she could tell you were gonna have a different way of playing the remaining rounds. The screen turned to you stretching your neck from both sides, seriousness evident in your face as you clutched your mouse, ready for the game to resume.

“And we're back, and it seems that [Team Name] had enough time to come up with a different game plan. We've got one duelist camping B, one on mid, and look at [Team Name] Y/N's utility. She's got her alarm bot and nano-swarms over on A, but her turret is on B as she's over by tunnel to keep it active.”

“Again, I have no idea what he's talking about.” Bucky shrugged, crossed his arms and kept his eyes on the screen.

After fixing your team's strategy, all that was left was to deliver with accurate shots and stay alive as much as possible. By the end of a few rounds, with your team’s communication and teamwork flawless than ever, the score was 12-11. Your team only had to win one more time to officially win.

At this point, Yelena and Wanda were loudly reacting to the gameplay, Sam and Tony were howling, rooting for you. Clint ended up setting himself on one of the sofa's arms, invested in the match.

Natasha was on the edge of her seat, clutching the couch cushions. She couldn’t help but chuckle when they showed your reaction momentarily, clearly breathless and eyes wide, fist bumping your teammates seated beside you.

“Oh, what a comeback! The most intense so far, am I right?” The caster exclaimed.

“[Team Name] only has to win one more round before moving on to the next part of this tournament!”

The last round wasn’t exactly in your team’s favor in the half. Three of your team got killed already, only two of you remaining and the five of the enemy team. The rival team obviously did not want to hand over the win that easily.

After the call of another successful kill by the opposing team, you were the last one standing against a full set of players. You would either have to clutch up the round or go into overtime.

Clint perked up, pulling out his wallet. “Alright, who wants to get the bets started?” He asked, placing down a crisp fifty dollar bill on the coffee table. “Y/N wins the game.”

They all stopped to look at him as if he was a madman.

“C’mon, Barton, it’s one versus five.” Sam pointed out.

“So what? Am I the only one who believes in Y/N here? Oh, Nat, you better start placing fifties.”

Natasha merely rolled her eyes, not once wanting to bet on or against her girl. Her eyes glued to the screen in which your character is cautiously checking if the area is clear to plant the bomb.

But Tony pulled out the same type of bill from his wallet, placing it on top of the archer's money.

“Mr. Stark, you do realize you're betting against-” Peter started.

“Hush, spiderling. Watch the game.” Tony brushed him off and watched the screen intently.

Tony was proud of you, truly. But it would also be funny to tease you lovingly when you go home as a loser.

You set up your utility, kind of surprised the whole enemy team went to the other site in which they thought you were heading. They did not leave anyone behind to make sure, as per your cautious scan of the area before settling. After checking all angles again, with thirty seconds to spare, you planted the spike.

“This is a dangerous game to play. She has to hold a lot of angles by herself, they could come in from anywhere.”

The spike continued to beep, which added a lot more tension among the Avengers. Natasha alternated from looking at the actual game to your face camera, of which was the only one left colored. You kept pacing at one of the hiding places, waiting for the slightest noise or actions from the other team.

You decided to peek at one of the entrances to the site once, the Jett with an operator narrowly missed your head so you took the opportunity to blast her head off. Afterwards, your alarm bot from the other side of your hiding place went off, so you went and peeked quickly, managing to pick off another player from the opposite team. Two down, three to go.

The Avengers erupted in noise. Sam and Peter were losing their minds, Bucky and Steve had amazed grins on their faces, and Natasha was clinging on to Yelena and Fanny like a fangirl trying to contain herself.

“What was that?!”

“She's a god!”

“My god, this is way too intense for me.”

Both commentators erupted in surprised glee as well. “A double kill from [Team Name] Y/N! The others are slowly making their way into the site, what will she do?!”

A Sova fired a dart to hopefully reveal your location on the map, but you were too quick to shoot it down to cancel it. But, the Sova spotted you anyway, and was able to shoot you until you were at only 50 HP.

You hid again and recalled your turret, placing it on top of the wall in front of you before sneaking your way to the opposite side. It could watch your back while you attempt to peek on the other side to surprise your enemies.

That move managed to catch one of the other players trying to sneak in as well, and you killed them off with ease. Three down, two to go.

“Down goes [Player Name]! Sova and Yoru are still on the lookout, it's like an intense version of hide & seek up in here!”

Barely anyone was talking now, all eyes on the enormous screen.

“Y/N has her ult!” Peter pointed out.

That you did, as your third kill managed to unlock enough points for it. Aware of its availability, you hurried off to the perfect spot to plant it to cover almost the entire site, still hidden from your enemies. Killjoy's voice rang through the game, saying 'Initiated!', when you planted her ultimate.

“What's that? What's happening?” Steve asked.

“Well, it's called 'lockdown', so I'm assuming it's locking off the area within its perimeter... trapping everyone inside...” Bruce said, lost in thought because of the game.

The Yoru activated their ultimate in time with yours, and you were now twice as cautious, looking around for blue swirls of the duelist to avoid getting sniped easily. He tried to blind you, but you were quick to move your view away from the flash to avoid it. Stupidly, the Yoru's ultimate ran out while trying to destroy your lockdown, so you killed them without hesitation. Four down, one to go.

Clint cackled at the turn of events while the others continued to freak out, teasing Tony, a billionaire, on losing a fifty-dollar bet. “What did I tell you, Stark?! What did I tell you?!”

The spike's beeps started getting faster and you could finally see the finish line. But, you were still cautious as they still had more than enough time to defuse if they managed to kill you.

“You know, [Team Name] Y/N could just leave the site at this point. It's game over for [Rival Team Name].”

“Ah, don't speak too soon there! [Team Name] Y/N's now inspecting the outer corners of the site, unaware of [Rival Team Name] [Player]'s sneaky entrance - and she's placed a smoke down, ready to defuse!”

Of course you were unaware of the opponent's whereabouts. But, you did hear the defuse sound go off for a second. With that, you head back, holding a grenade to throw near the area of the spike.

“She's got this in the bag.” Sam said in content.

After a few seconds, the defusing sound started up again, but you were certain that the grenade you set off did some damage to your opponent on top of the information you got from your teammates before they died.

You started to jiggle-peek from your spot, clearly visible from your opponent's perspective, so they had no choice but to stop defusing the spike to try and shoot you.

Unfortunately, they did a number on you, so you decided to go around. Once the cooldown reset on your turret, you placed it down on one side for intel. With only 20 HP left, you snuck up to the other side of the obstacle to hopefully pull off a knife kill for the finale.

“This game is way more intense than I thought.” Bucky spoke thoughtfully amidst the suspense-filled silence.

“Shhhh!”

“Oh my god, she's got her knife out.” Natasha said in disbelief, watching your character sneak up behind your opponent whose back is facing you.

“So?”

“Just wait for it.” Natasha bit her lip, knowing fully well how you always prefer a devastating way to end a match.

The commentators were freaking out, a combination of “no's”, “don't do this”, and “not like this” rang through the Avengers' speakers. It was considered devastating in the VALORANT community to be killed in game with a knife instead of a gun or anything else. The opponent is oblivious, having already defused half of the spike, but they didn't know what would soon come.

You strike your knife at their head, killing them instantly, the spike left undefused. The game graphics became slow motion while the screen flashed green with 'VICTORY' in the middle of it all. You stood up almost immediately, proud of your savage last kill, fist-bumping all your teammates.

“AN ACE FROM [Team Name] Y/N! [Team Name] IS GOING TO THE MASTERS!”

You hugged your team as well before turning to the camera nearest to you, blowing hot air onto the lens, and tracing a heart followed by a cheeky grin and a wink.

“Yup, she's a Stark alright!”

Roars and cheers emitted from the commentators, the present audience, and the Avengers. Sam yelled and everyone followed, but the loudest one was Clint, who then swooped down to collect his cash prize for winning the bet. Tony didn't care at all, laughing along with the others; he had something new to brag about his kid. Natasha's cheeks flushed, as they always did when it came to you.

“SHE WON!”

“I'll get the booze!”

“In your face, Stark!”

“Cap, you stepped on my foot!”

Natasha unlocked her phone to take a quick picture of the livestream of the heart you drew on the camera, as well as of the stage displaying all of your team's headshots with an abundance of confetti almost covering it. All she wanted now was to call you, but she knew you probably had interviews and post-game rituals with your team, and she had champagne to drink with her own team in celebration of you.

The next morning, on a quick flight back home, the first thing that caught your attention was Natasha's Instagram story of the tournament. Your family supported and watched the tourney for you, as the following slides of her story consisted of the team chugging on champagne, Clint showing off an apparent bet that he won, and Peter and Sam posing in front of the TV when your face camera was shown up close.

Smiling, you liked her stories and replied with 'Thank you for supporting me, my love. I'll see you all soon'.

[shelbgrey]

Can I place an order for Marvel? If yes: HERE YOU GO. Where the reader is Steve and Natasha's daughter, Tony and Bucky's goddaughter (you can already imagine that) and mainly, she was raised by all the avengers and hidden from the spotlight. Just something pretty fluffy for what her relationship with them would be like 🥺✋

Ohana means family

Paring: Romanogers!Daughter!reader X Avengers(Platonic)

A/n: thank you for the request. This is my first request for the MCU Fandom, hope you enjoy.

Being the daughter of Captain America and Black Widow is blessing a curse... I'll tell you why.

But first if your the daughter of them I could imagine you having Steve's kind heart and Natasha's temper. Your Godfather Tony always got a kick out of a tiny you getting all angry. And his laughter would only get heavier if you came and started punching his leg for laughing.

Tony would definitely be a second father. He's wanted to be different from his father so he will always show you the love and affection his father didn't show him.

You don't like hearing about Peggy. I think it's because she was almost your dad's love. Natasha never had a problem with hearing Steve talk about her but the woman always left you frustrated just by the sound of her name... You'd never tell your dad this though.

Anyway, being around all theses heros obviously inspired your choice of future work, this scares not only your parents but the whole team.

Sure your mother would teach you how to shoot or Tony will teach you how to build a robot but they all fear the day you'll actually have to use those skills.

Your other Godfather Bucky seems to be the only one with peace about this suprisenly. If you told him you want to be a superhero he'll grien and listen to your reasoning.

There's been times where he'll put toy boxing gloves on your hands and teach you how to punch. Natasha put a stop to it quickly though. One day he was setting on his knees so he was your hight and you kept punching his flesh hand. He wouldn't let you hit his metal hand in fear you'll hurt your self.

Sam would always tease that you have Bucky wrapped around your little finger.

Bucky and Tony always compete to see who can be the coolest Godfather. If one gets you a cool Lego set or dollhouse the other one will get the bigger version. You love Elvis Presley at the time Tony will take you right to Graceland. You want to go you a waterpark Bucky will have you there in a flash before Tony can have the chance.

A down side is you learned how to be independent with your Hero Family. It's not a bad thing and they don't do it intentionally but there's many times you spent at the compound with Pepper and Happy.

But your mom and dad always make it up to you. I wouldn't say your spoiled, but if you ask one of your godfathers nicely(with puppy eyes) you usually get it.

But another down side of being a part of this family is them being extremely over protective. There's been many times you couldn't do something or had to stay indoors for long periods of time because someone was plotting your father's death.

If you do go somewhere one of them is with you. If you want to go to a zoo trip for school one of them is with you. You want to check the mailbox Sam is flying around watching you. And don't even think about going to friends house for a slumber party. Steve and Nat aren't trying to be strick or anything they just always have this sicking feeling something will happen.

On a more positive note... You always have the best time with them. To be honest you never worried about having friends because you had them. You of course have friends your age but you consider the Avengers your Best Friends. Speaking of which Cassie Lang is probably your Best Friend.

Which means the first sleepover you ever had was with Cassie. Since you technically would be with an Avenger it was okay. Tony thought it was dumb to leave you alone with "Thumbelina" but Steve trusts Scott and Nat trusts Hope.

Speaking of which play time is always token to the extreme. You want a nerf gun war, the whole team is involved. You want to build a Lego thing, tony will buy the biggest one. Blanket fort? You don't have to ask Clint and Scott twise.

I think you'll always try and lift Thor's hammer. You've tried but couldn't so one time Thor lifted it with you so you could have the experience.

You love it when Bruce reads to you. If you come up to him with a book he'll drop everything and read to you. It's the only thing that will make him leave the lab immediately. It's calming to him and he always uses different funny voices to make you laugh.

I won't tell anyone but once you got older you had a small crush on Peitro, which didn't set well with most of the men in the compound when Cassie acdently let the cat out of the bag. You've never saw the ironman suit appear so quickly..

I think once you got older the over protectiveness got old. You found it annoying a frustrating at times but in the end you're greatful that you have a group of people that care about you so much.

Be patient with them. They love you and trust you, they just don't trust other people.

Since you can't be on the flighting field you went to medical school and with everyones help(especially from Bruce and Tony) you were able to graduate with a trauma certification and now you work with Dr. Cho in the med bay.

You always hate seeing them beat up from missions but you also love helping Them and other people.

I don't think you and Peter would get along. I don't know why, I just do. I think at one point they tried to get you to go on a date with him but it never happened.

For a little bit I think you had a jealously thing going on and didn't like how close Peter was getting to Tony. Your Godfather noticed this and told you that you'll always be his number one.

Speaking of Starks, your literally the best big sister to Morgan. You two are basically two peas in a pod. And don't even think about messing with her because you will through hands to anyone who's rude to her.

Your basically to her what Tony was to you.

When you get older you do become an Avenger and the elders got over it. You proved you can survive and they couldn't be more proud of you.

This is your family and you couldn't be more thank full. There may have been bumbs mountains along the the way but they'll always be family. And that's forever.

[juiles]

Mama will always protect you.

Summary: You are the daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Dreykov wanted you. After saving you and Yelena, she struggles with you having a flashback.

Type: angst with a little fluff

Age: 11 then 12

Triggers: Red Room, torture, mentions of blood, panic attacks, flashbacks, meltdown, screaming.

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You sat against the wall of the cell you had been kept in for the last 6 months. Your head was pounding and you could feel the blood pooling in your lap from the newest broken nose. You were taken by the red room as “payback” from your mother getting the two of you out of there.

A loud bang and a vicious laugh could be heard as you slowly sat up wiping the blood from your nose to see Dreykov. He was holding a laptop which he sat on the bed opposite you and flipped the screen up revealing your mother, uncle clint, aunt laura and aunt wanda staring at you with wide eyes.

“Mama…” You croaked out with a crooked smile. “Hi…”

“Oh detka…” Your mom said, voice hoarse with tears before the two of you snapped your heads towards Dreykov who chuckled.

“My best widow. Ruined by love.” He said looking at Nat who was rough. Her hair was in a messy bun, her eyes were hollow, she looked pale.

“Mama… take care-“ You were interrupted by a coughing fit, you pulled your hand back revealing a small pool of blood in your palm. “Take care of yourself. Please…” You looked up at her with wide eyes. “Aunt laura… don’t let her-“

“I know baby. I won’t.” Laura interrupted you in a sad voice. You felt a slap on your cheek, hearing your mother growl slightly before you looked up at the man who you despised.

“Love is-“

“For children.” You spat, a russian accent showing in your voice. “я не идиот.” You glared at the man with a look your mom didn’t recognize.

(i’m not an idiot)

“Don’t fail the next mission Widow.” He spat back slamming the laptop shut and turning out of the cell slamming the gate closed.

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It was another 6 months before your family was finally able to track you, you had been trained as a widow again, Yelena being by your side, neither of you knowing who the other was. When your family officially took down the red room, they were able to save both you and the blonde.

You were both still under the serum so had to be cuffed. You didn’t even recognize your own mother. On the quinjet, Yelena pulled a serum out from her pocket and sprayed the two of you making everyone panic momentarily before you looked around confused.

“как я сюда попал?” You questioned before finally landing your eyes on Yelena and a smile grew on your face. “Yelena!” You cheered throwing yourself into her arms, making the older woman run your back hugging you.

(How did i get here?)

You heard someone shift around and immediately sat up straight, your head hanging down making Yelena take your hand gently. “It’s okay y/n/n. It’s just my sestra. She’s here to save us…”

You looked up slightly through your eyelashes glancing at the blonde before your eyes shifted over to a redhead sitting in front of you. Your eyes widened and a grin plastered itself on your face. “MAMA!”

You threw your body into hers, her arms instantly wrapping around you, one hand instantly cradling the back of your head, the other hand rubbing circles on your back. “Ох моя любовь.” She muttered into your ear. “Мама извини, что так долго.”

(“oh my love” “mama is sorry it took so long”)

“No it’s okay mama… you saved me… and Lena!” You pulled back with a smile on your face as tears run down it. She covered your face in kisses with a smile.

“I did baby…” She smiled and looked over at Yelena who had a confused look on her face. “Yelena… I know you kept her safe for a year but I want you to officially meet my daughter…”

“Wait… Lena is my aunt…? This is aunt yelena?” You asked looking back at your mom. “That explains why i was so attached to you…” You muttered looking at Yelena.

“Wow…” Yelena muttered looking between the two of you. “How have I not noticed the similarities?”

“Mama… is- is he gone…?” You turned looking at her, no emotions in your face.

Natasha studied your face, noticing all the new scars and the lack of emotions. “Detka… how are you feeling?”

Your face fell completely flat as you pulled away from her sitting up straight. Yelena quickly pulled your hands into hers.

“It’s not him. It’s your mama.” Natasha noticed your breathing had quickened and your eyes haze over. “Come on. I can’t help her!”

“I can. She’s having a panic attack.” Natasha jumped in, Laura jumping up as well. You were pulled into the redheads arms and a blanket was being placed over your head. A soft humming was heard and before Yelena knew it, you had settled down and were clinging to her shirt. “You’re okay malyshka. Mamas got you. I am never letting you go again.”

“Don’t! don’t say that! you can’t promise that!” You wailed burying into her neck more. “Mama you can’t keep that promise but i want you to stay! I don’t wanna go back! Please don’t make me go back!”

You yelled now hitting her chest with your fists. You flailed out of her arms screaming falling to the floor as you continued to scream. They couldn’t blame you. You were only 12. “I don’t like him! I hate him! I want my mama! I want mama!!! Take me back to my mama!!! MAMA!!!”

Natasha sat frozen in her seat as she stared at you, unsure what to do. Her green eyes were wide as you threw yourself around. Laura and Wanda both instantly jumped into action. Laura pulled your flailing body into hers and Wanda put soft memories into your head. You calmed down and your arms wrapped around her neck as your screams turned into sobs. You inhaled the familiar scent of your aunt and your sobs turned into hiccups. “Auntie Laura… want mama… i want mama…”

“Mama is right there peanut… mama is here safe just like you…” You sniffled clinging to her shirt, your head slowly turning to face the direction of your mama. You locked eyes with her and hiccuped. “See? Right there peanut. Mama is right there.”

“Mama…” You mumbled the growing need to throw yourself into her arms physically hurting you but unsure if she wants you too. A year of torture from Dreykov telling you that she doesn’t care clearly beating the 11 years of her showing unconditional love.

Natasha let out a sob and Laura instantly passed your shaking frame to her and the redhead wrapped her arms around you again. “My love… oh my sweet baby… Mama is here. I will protect you. Mama will always protect you.”

[rachaelswrites]

Tis the Season

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!reader, Clint Barton x Teen!reader

Clint takes you with his family to New York

Word Count: 1,004

A/N: Happy holidays!

Warnings: Scenes from Hawkeye ep. 1, mentions of Nat’s death (let me know if I miss any)

Christmas used to be your favorite time of year. You and your mom would go all out on decorations and presents for each other each and every year. It was what you looked forward to but now, since she was gone, you dreaded it. You didn’t feel up to all your normal holiday festivities without her. It wouldn’t be the same anymore.

Once Thanos was defeated and everyone came back, Clint knew you’d have nowhere to go since he took it upon himself to take you in. He saw you like his daughter and he knew his own kids loved you like their fourth sibling and Laura loved you and felt for you. She knew how badly Clint hurt after Natasha’s death so she couldn’t even imagine how you were feeling. The two adults tried their best to make sure you were still going.

It had been Laura’s idea to send everyone to New York for a little before Christmas and initially, you were supposed to stay behind with her but Clint convinced you to go with them. He figured it might help to leave the house and have fun with the family. You were a part of them now anyways so within a few days, you were packed and on a plane heading to New York.

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You were having enough fun to distract yourself from the feelings of missing your mom but it was always in the back of your head, whether or not you knew it. Clint made sure to keep you all busy and he denied that it was to tire you all out so he could have peace and quiet at night but you and Lyla knew. The boys on the other hand, couldn't be more oblivious.

You and her stuck together pretty much the entire time. Even before this trip, you two were super close. She was the only friend you had close to your age and she saw you as the sister she always wanted but never had. You two had a lot in common since both your parents were both Avengers and they themselves were super close.

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Throughout your time in the city, Nate had been seeing signs and posters for the Rogers musical and wanted to go see it. You weren’t too interested in musicals but went because everyone else wanted to go and you didn’t want to be alone but you soon regretted that choice.

You hadn’t realized how much your mom would be featured in the show. It wasn’t a lot at first but anytime the actress playing your mom came on stage, you thought for a second it was her. It didn’t get bad until the scene of the Battle of New York. You watched her closely, wishing it was really your mom and not just an actor. You missed her so much and would do anything you could to get her back.

Lyla saw you zoned out and focused on the actress and was about to break your attention but your eyes started to water and she knew her dad would have to take care of this. She tried to get his attention but it didn’t work until she waved her hand in his face.

“Dad?” she whispered, as Clint reached up to his ear, “Did you turn your hearing aids off?” she asked.

Clint turned to look at her, “Yeah I mean, I was there and I know what happens.”

“Are you okay?” she asked, since she noticed he had been zoned in on the Natasha actress as well.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” he said, turning to face Lyla, “Is everything okay?”

Lyla leaned back in her seat so Clint could see you staring at the stage, starting to cry. He leaned across his daughter to reach over to you, shaking your shoulder lightly.

“Come on, let's get some air,” he said, shaking you again, “Kid lets go,” he said a bit louder, but still soft enough to not disrupt the show. You didn’t move so he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you up and away from your seat. You snapped out of it so he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you outside the theater.

Once outside, Clint kneeled in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders, “Y/n? Are you with me?”

Even though you were crying, you still nodded and managed to get a few words in, “I just miss her so much Clint,” you sobbed, leaning into him and hugging him. He understood how you felt so he hugged you back.

“I miss her too Y/n. I really do,” he said softly, “And I wish she was still here for you but she sacrificed herself so you could be safe. And so could everyone else and we have to accept it.”

You shook your head, “I know but I wish she still hadn’t. I’d rather be dead with her then alive without her.”

Clint pulled back from you and looked into your eyes, “Hey,” he said sternly, “How would Nat feel about you saying that? You know she would rather walk through Hell for eternity then let you die okay? So I don’t want to hear any of that crap. Keep going forward and make your momma proud. That’s all she ever wanted.”

You would have said something back but Cooper, Nate, and Lyla all came out from the theater so you quickly whipped your tears away and tried your best to act like everything was okay.

“Everything good?” Clint asked his kids.

“It was boring,” Nate said, leaning on to Clint.

“Yeah it was nothing like I expected,” Cooper said, with Lyla agreeing.

“Well then,” Clint said, “I know a great food place down the street. Let’s skip the rest of this show and go get food. Y/n, does that sound good?”

You nodded and the others agreed so you all followed Clint down the street to get the “best food in the city’ as Clint called it.

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If you have Wattpad please read my latest MCU x Harry Potter crossover!!!

This book is for you if you like:

-Dumbledore Slander

-Wolfstar as parents

-Nice!Snape (sort of)

-Nice!Draco

-Black OC!

-Mom!Natasha

-The Avengers as basically one big happy family!

-Fred, Loki, Pietro, Tony etc NOT *💀🪦*

-Ron x OC

Small Excerpt from a random Chapter below:

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"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff have you seen the Weasley twins?"Umbrige asked sweetly, considering she's been trying to get back on my good side for the past week and a half.

"Sorry, haven't seen them since the last time I saw them." I said with a smile before taking a drink on my hot chocolate and looking down at my phone when I saw Steve got another word.

"And when was that?"Umbrigde asked confused.

"When was what?"I asked with mock confusion as I looked up at her.

"The last time you saw them of course."Umbrige said becoming slightly irritated.

"Saw who?" I asked innocently.

"Fred and George Weasley."Umbrige said firmly an I pretended to think about it for a moment. Like I didn't see them walk past me with Ron and Draco five minutes ago, carrying empty glitter containers and prank kits.

"Can't say those names ring any bells I'm afraid. However if you're looking for the Weasley twins they went that way." I mumbled looking down at my phone.

"Which way? Left or right?"Umbrigde asked frantically looking around.

"I don't know, that's what I'm asking you. Right or wrong? Up or down, you know? Do you think I'll grow more, I've recently become very insecure about my height. I feel like I'm not tall enough? But what if I'm too tall? I'm 5'9 but that could mean anything. Did you know brown cows don't make chocolate milk? Do you think the sky knows it's blue? Why do people have limbs? I'll tell you why, because of evaluation! Not to be confused with revolutions because those are bad. Speaking of revolutions, have you ever owned a unicorn? I've been thinking of starting a butterfly farm but I can't because I won't have time to take them for walks everyday. Do you think cats know that they're cat-" I asked rambling various nonsense questions with a look of concern painted on my face.

"That's enough! I'll find them myself!" Umbrigde yelled cutting me off.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Slow Down by Caleb and Kelsey

Master List of The Adventure of Y/N Barton and Yelena Belova

Summary: You and your father finally sit down to have a much needed talk and he answers a question that has been haunting you: Why did he become the Ronin? With his answer will you be able to move on?

Warning: mention of the Ronin, fluff

Word count: 2.3k

You sat on the step of your family home with lemonade in your hands. It was a beautiful day. You, Kate, and Yelena made a trip to Iowa. Your parents wanted to get to know America, who was doing a great job dealing with Nathaniel. “She seems to be fitting in nicely,” Clint said, sitting next to you. You were watching Kate, Yelena, and America play soccer with your siblings. The dogs were laying on the grass with their tongues out. You smiled. 

“Yeah,” you said. “She’s a good fit for the group.” She was. You liked pulling pranks on Peter with her and Yelena when you went to the tower. Clint smiled. 

“You’ve grown up into a remarkable young lady,” The switch in conversation gave you whiplash. You looked at your dad but he was staring straight ahead. “And I know your mother and I didn’t make it easy for you.” 

“You did what you thought would keep me the safest.” He shook his head. 

“What we did was put a leash on your neck and pull you back when you got too far away,” You chuckled, looking down at your hands. “I’m surprised you didn’t grow up to resent us.” 

“I did,” you admitted. “For the longest time I hate you and mom and this house,” You looked up as you heard Lila laughing. Yelena had her arms wrapped around her waist to keep her away from the ball. You smiled at the sight. “It’s why I fought so hard to go to college in California or for that trip,” Clint sighed, leaning back with his arms crossed.

“I remember when you were born and you never slept through midnight to the morning,” he glanced at you. “You drove your mother and me insane. Before I knew you were walking and trying to free your fingers from my hand because you could do it on your own. I just wanted it to slow down,” you watched him as he looked at your siblings' play. It was now or never, the burning question was on your lips. 

“Dad,” he hummed, looking back at you. “Why did you become the Ronin?” You asked. He didn’t answer. “I know you said it wasn’t because of me and that’s fine I just want the truth.” He sighed. 

“It wasn’t you just my thoughts pushing unrealistic ideas onto you,” you gave him a confused look. “Let me explain,” he laughed. “You look so much like your mother, not just in looks but also in spirit and personality,” he looked up at the sky. “That entire ride to the compound, I debated turning around back to bring us back here. But every time I looked at you I saw your mother, not just her but Cooper, Lila, and Nate, and I failed to protect them.” Your gaze softened as you looked at him. 

“Dad, you couldn’t have stopped Thanos,” he shrugged. 

“Maybe if I didn’t retire and was there to help. I could have been another guard for Vision or fighting against the army. But I wasn’t there. So I became the Ronin to even the scale,” your heart ached at the mention of the android. You missed him. “It wasn’t fair that our family was taken from us but so many people stayed that were doing horrible things,” he shook his head and looked at the ground. “I was justifying my actions because I was doing something good. But soon I became something else, something darker. I was down such a rabbit hole that I figured you would be better with Natasha,” he finally looked at you again. “I’m so sorry.” You had to look away from him, the intensity of his explanation and his apology was extreme. It was breaking through the wall you put up. But you believed him. This ‘I’m sorry’ felt different than the one he gave you when he returned from Vormir. 

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” you whispered. “1 week turned into a month, a month turned into 3, then a year, and then 5,” you glanced at him. “You may have been disappointed in the man you became but I just wanted you,” you laughed. “For the first time in my adult life, I just wanted my dad and he wasn’t there.”

“Probably the first time in your life,” he joked, which made you laugh. “I remember every missing tooth, and every bedtime story, and how you’d crawl into our bed on Sunday morning to sleep in,” he took your hand in his. “I wasn’t there for you, squirt, and I’m so sorry.” You smiled. 

“I waited so long for you to say that to me,” you let go of your hand. “I want to forgive you and move on but -”

“It’s okay if you can’t. I’m not expecting forgiveness,” he smiled. “I just hope you know I’m your biggest fan and I love you.” You smiled. 

“I love you too.” 

“Y/n,” Nathaniel called out. “We need your help!” You laughed, looking at Clint. 

“Go, we can talk more later,” you smiled, hugging him, and ran to join the game. 

*

Clint watched his oldest run to the makeshift soccer field and grab Yelena by the waist. The Black Widow fought against your hold as her laughter echoed. Clint couldn’t believe this was his life. He remembered telling him that she was pregnant. It terrified him, excited him, and he vowed to love that little girl with all he had. He knew they were going to have a girl. Laura on the other hand wanted a boy. It seemed like yesterday when they discovered your ability. You were scared by a thunderstorm that was shaking the house. Clint entered your room when he heard your cries but instead of finding his daughter, a small kitten was in your crib. The fear of someone taking you and using you because of your abilities paralyzed him, and it led to some questionable decisions as parents. 

He heard the wood creak as Laura walked out of the house. She sat down next to him with a sigh. “How did your talk with her go?” She asked. Clint smiled, taking his wife’s hand in his. 

“Good, there are still things I need to say to her but it's a start,” they heard your laughter as you scored against Kate and did a victory lab. You fell to the ground as Nate jumped on your chest. Clint smiled. All of his kids were together; safe and happy. “Sometimes I wish all this would slow down,” he admitted. Laura smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Yeah,” she said. “But let’s enjoy the time we have with them.” Clint kissed the top of Laura’s head. Yelena was sitting behind you, your back against her front with Nate sitting in your lap. You were making your youngest sibling laugh as you tickled his sides. The archer smiled. There was work that still needed to be done to repair the relationship between you and him but he was grateful you were giving him the chance. 

*

“There you are,” you looked up from the scrapbook you were flipping through to see your girlfriend. She was wearing sweatpants and an old college T-shirt of yours, that you thought disappeared. It was nice seeing her like this; relaxed and happy. This moment with her was almost taken from you. “What are you looking at?” You held out your hand, a silent invitation for her to come to join you. She smiled and closed the distance as she sat on your bed. 

“Just a photo album,” you answered, passing it to her. You watched her flip through the pages filled with memories. Towards the end of the book, you became less frequent as you weren’t home. “My dad and I were talking and it got me all sentimental.” Yelena handed the book back to you. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head. 

“I’m okay, Lena,” you took her hand. “He just apologized for being the Ronin.” But there was something else nagging at the back of her head. It’s what Clint said - ‘I remember every missing tooth and every bedtime story.’ You didn’t. You didn’t even remember the first time you used your powers, only through the story. You chalked it up because he was your father, those moments were important to him. As a parent, you remembered those milestones. 

You stared at Yelena and your mind began to picture you and her filling a scrapbook to persevere those moments. Did she even want that? You weren’t sure.  

“Moya lyubov' (my love), I can see the smoke leaving your ears,” you giggled. “What else is on your mind?” You looked at Yelena; the woman you loved, the woman you would die for, and the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You sighed. 

“Do you want kids?” The question took her by surprise. 

“I can’t have kids,” she whispered. You smiled. 

“I know,” you knew what Black Widows went through at the graduation ceremony. “And I’m not saying I want to carry,” you’ve seen your own mother go through it 3 times. “But we could adopt.” Yelena smiled. 

“All this talk about kids and I haven’t even asked you to marry me,” you stood up, walking over to the bookshelf to put the scrapbook away. 

“Who said you're going to be the one to ask,” you said, over your shoulder. “I may ask you.” You heard Yelena stand up and walk over to you. Her hands went to your waist and spun you around. 

“You are going to ask Alexei for his blessing to marry me,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Please Alexei and Melina love me,” it was true. Every time her parents called to talk to her, they asked about you. 

“So hypothetically speaking,” you put your arms around her neck. “If we were to get married and have kids, where would we live?” 

“Anywhere,” you said. “We could move to Iowa, stay in New York or Ohio.” Green eyes locked into yours. 

“Ohio,” she said, slowly. “You would move to Ohio.” You giggled, playing with the baby hairs at the base of her neck. 

“Of course,” you said. “I would move anywhere with you. We could get a house in a nice neighborhood with a backyard for Fanny. I could get a job as a counselor and you could travel to New York for Avenger stuff.” 

“Or I could walk away from fighting and get a regular 9 to 5,” you were surprised by that. Yelena didn’t seem like the type of person to have a regular 9 to 5. 

“Yeah,” you whispered. You loved the idea of having a family with Yelena. Take your kids out trick or treating for Halloween, decorate a tree for Christmas and put presents under the tree, and help with school projects. “Hypothetically speaking.”    

“Of course,” but you didn’t miss the hope in her eyes. 

*

On quiet feet, Yelena left your room and closed the door behind. She thanked all her years of training that she could sneak out of your room without waking you up. She had to be quick because she knew you would notice her missing. Yelena walked to the living room where she saw your parents. Before everyone turned in for the night, she asked if they could meet up. The conversation you brought up about marriage and kids was constantly playing in her mind. But as Yelena stared at the backs of Clint and Laura, fear suddenly took over her. It was a simple statement. Okay, simple was not how to describe it but her heart was pounding in her rib cage. “Are you okay?” Laura asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

“Yeah,” Yelena said, joining them on the couch. “Sorry, I was lost in my head.” 

“You said you wanted to ask us something, what’s up?” Yelena sat up straighter and cleared her throat. 

“I want to ask Y/n to marry me,” they kept their faces neutral. “I know we haven’t been romantically together for long but your daughter is the most important person in my life. She’s helped me overcome grief, and transition into a normal life, and has loved me through every mistake I made. I can’t imagine my life without her.” She took another steady breath. “So, I’m asking for your blessing.” They didn’t say anything and under their intense gaze, Yelena felt very small. 

“I’m telling Natasha you called Y/n the most important person in your life,” Clint deadpanned. The joke caused Yelena to laugh and the tension was released. Laura rolled her eyes, slapping Clint on the chest.

“Ignoring my idiot husband,” Laura said. “Yelena,” the mother of 4 looked directly at her. “You and your daughter have been through a lot together, probably more than most couples,” Yelena smiled. “I can’t think of anyone else I want to marry my daughter.” The blonde felt relief leave her shoulders. She looked at your father, she wasn’t leaving until she got both of their blessings. A smile crept to his face. 

“It’s about time you asked,” she felt her cheeks heat up. “It feels right for you to officially be part of this family.” 

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ve never thanked you for everything you’ve done for me.” 

“Your family,” Laura said. “Dating or marrying our daughter wasn’t going to change it.” 

“Now go get back to bed before she realizes you're gone,” Yelena stood up. 

“You are right,” she rubbed her hands together. “Goodnight.” 

*

“Goodnight,” Laura said, watching the Black Widow walk up the stairs. She turned to face her husband, putting her legs over his lap. “So, our firstborn is going to be engaged. How does that make you feel? Still want things to slow down.” He smiled, massaging each calf. Finally, he shook his head. 

“When it comes to those two, I couldn’t be happier for them,” he said. Laura grabbed his hand, playing with the wedding back on his finger. 

“Yeah, me too.”    

_

Ugh, I love this AU. I have something planned when I hit 500 followers for this story, which I’m only 10 away which is crazy to me!

[adrixivy]

I can imagine Peter using his enhanced hearing to hear other people’s gossip. And whenever someone’s bored, they’ll walk up to Peter to hear the most wildest gossip he has ever heard from people that he doesn’t even know.

Natasha and Clint are with Peter in the mall. They’re undercover and they’re just simply waiting around for the suspect or criminal to appear. Natasha notices Peter concentrated on something. He seems to be straining his ears but he’s looking around too for the criminal

Natasha: Pete, what’s going on?

Peter looks up at Nat for a moment then smiles.

Peter, relaying information as he hears it: I’m hearing from a pair of guys in the mafia about their boss who is the son of one of the most powerful mafia dons in the city and that he accidentally-no idea how he accidentally did that-kidnapped the daughter of someone who owns one of the most famous hotel chains in Italy. The guy is now secretly dating the daughter and they’re hiding their relationship from her parents for a month now. Oh she’s pregnant with his child too-

Clint and Natasha, dumbfounded, staring at Peter like what he said was something completely made up but knowing Peter and his enhanced hearing, it’s probably not. And they’re intrigued.

Natasha clears her throat after a moment: Continue.

They nearly lost track of the criminal but Peter’s spidey sense tingled and he groans before he points the duo to the criminal that just spotted them and pushing through people to run. Clint whines as he runs after the man and Natasha is already ahead of the two

Clint, honestly disappointed and wanted to hear more: OH C’MON I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Peter also disappointed but the mission comes first: MR BARTON, NOT THE TIME!

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Peter comes back from school one day and enters the lab, seemingly thinking of something and he’s not caring about his surroundings. He drops his bag and he’s pacing around and it suddenly turned to him walking around on the ceiling when Tony turned his back for a moment. Tony is immediately concerned. No matter how many times Peter sticks to the ceiling, he’s still worried he’ll fall

Tony, looking up at his kid on the ceiling: Can you come down and tell me what you’re thinking up there?

Peter, jumps down and lands on his feet and looks up at Tony for the first time: I think Flash is gay for me.

Tony’s brain just short circuited and he’s staring at Peter blankly as Peter continues. The kid that bullied his kid?? Is gay for his son?? Huh?

Peter: Well not me me. I mean Spider-man. I heard from people as I walk down the hall that he has Spiderman as his wallpaper on his phone. His room is apparently covered in Spiderman pictures that people take online. He has a framed selfie of Spiderman on his desk that I posted on my Instagram account just two days ago. And one of the girls said he has made a fanfic of Spiderman x Reader on wattpad and it has tons of votes. Should I be scared?

Tony, taking a few minutes to process the information before he grabs Peter’s shoulder: I’ll put a restraining order on him for you.

OR

Peter is the go-to person when heroes want blackmail or gossip about other heroes because he ALWAYS happens to overhear or know something about it. Sometimes they don’t even have to approach him and he just dumps the information onto them. Like you want information? Peter ‘Always Hearing’ Parker is the person you go to.

Wade is seating with Peter as they both eat their nightly meal after patrol together. Wade strikes a conversation about Daredevil all the sudden and Peter’s attention is immediately piqued

Wade: You know Daredevil just busted my job the other day? I was going after this group who steals priceless artifacts to be sold on the black market and I needed a certain ring that my client wanted. Then that shithead just came in, knocked the guys out that I was about to kill and steals a necklace and goes away. Thank god he didn’t steal what I needed-

Peter out of nowhere: He’s dating Felicia that’s why he took the necklace. To impress her.

Wade nearly drops his chimichanga but catches it and looks at Peter in shock as he gasps dramatically.

Wade: How would you know that, baby boy!

Peter: Overheard them together. Saw things. If I wasn’t dating you, that’ll be the start of my villain arc-

Wade is immediately asking what else Peter knows about the other vigilantes or heroes and Peter spent an extra hour in patrol just to tell Wade the things he heard and Wade thinks it the wildest shit he ever heard. More wild than the fanfics people post about him and his baby boy. But he loves those fanfics and he is definitely using the knowledge he just gained to his advantage.

Yeah he knows about the fanfics guys. A03 or Wattpad.

He knows. And love it. Keep up the good work

[dontsearchformyaccount]

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter Reader

Headcannons -Easter Edition

Happy Easter !Have fun

Her making shure to celebrate Easter like she would have loved as a kid.

You love it .Shes the best

Doing her best for you to have a great time and a lots of memories

Spilling paint as a trace of the Easter Bunny

Hiding eggs and candy in the garden the night before

Inviting Nats family and searching for eggs together

The eggs are from The Bartons farm

You painted them two days before ,as you visited them

Having a tradition- whoever finds the golden Egg gets a suprise gift

Nat and Laura Barton smiling at how cute you all look while running across the meadow

Dressing up and making cute pictures

Cooking together

She still tells you the religious meaning of Easter ,because she thinks its important to know that Easter is not about presents

Easter brings all the important people of your life together

In the garden is a long table where you all eat together .Its decorated with pretty flowers and candles. Probably Laura and Nat did all the work

Clint and Steve set up the Fairy lights

Making Flower wreaths

Nat telling you how much she loves you , giving you head kisses as she walks by

I imagine the kids cuddling your bunnys

Falling asleep cuddling the bunnys, while Nat reads a bed time story

[mediocre-writerr]

Hi, congrats are in order, i was hoping to request something for your Mediocre 2k party. May I use the prompt

“call me on your way home, don’t matter the time” - (on your way home, patrick droney)

Could I request it as a fluff wanda x pregnant!reader please where she's coming back from a mission and just needs to hear her wife's voice even tho its super late. And during while she's asking how her and their daughter is doing (first time parents) she asks yn to put the phone to her stomach so wanda could talk to the baby, bonus if their daughter kicks as wanda is talking to her.

Please and thank you, :D

on your way home [wanda maximoff]

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: slight mention of death and violence

mediocre author's note: hey! thank you so much! and thank you, you've been one of my friends for a long time now, so thank you for always supporting me and all my works. it means a lot. i hope this does your request justice!

*not my gif*

The soft sound of your phone buzzing on your bedside table snapped you out of the author’s words. It was late, almost three in the morning, but tonight was one of those nights where being six months pregnant was the cause of your insomnia. And with Wanda not by your side, it didn’t make dozing off into dreamland any easier. You smiled softly as Wanda’s goofy smile flashed on your phone screen.

“Hey Y/N.” 

She sounded exhausted. Wanda wiped her tears aways quickly, even though you couldn’t see them, you could tell she had been crying, “You okay?”  

She was shipped off to Budapest for about a week now with Steve and Natasha. Day in and day out they fight multiple threats to the planet, even seeing the worst possible things imaginable. Yet, this one shook her to the core. She watched as Hydra agents kidnapped their target’s wife, a woman who had no idea her husband had been selling illegal weapons, who was also pregnant. They were too late to save her. She was shot to death before they had even arrived. The mission wasn’t a total fail, they’d managed to find the husband and put him under SHIELD protection, as they gathered information from him.

Yet, Wanda still felt nauseous, needing some air and some space from Steve and Natasha.  All she thought about was you. Her line of work was dangerous, she knew it, and you knew it too. Despite easing her insecurities, she still couldn’t help but feel like you’d never get to live a normal life with her in your life. You were just a teacher, only to have gotten lucky to meet her and the rest of the team when you were invited to one of Tony Stark’s parties by your best friend Laura Barton. You shouldn’t be getting caught up in all of this. 

She couldn’t stop the tears from falling, nor shake the thought of the woman's lifeless body. Her cruel imagination, replacing her face with yours, as she imagined you and your unborn daughter dead on an abandoned warehouse floor. That’s how her fingers ended up hitting your contact as soon as she stepped onto the quinjet, not even thinking about how late it must be at home.

“No, yeah I’m fine. I just uh I needed to hear your voice,” Wanda whispered, placing her head in her hands. 

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head, “You’re a terrible liar, my love,” Wanda lets out a sad chuckle, sniffling back the rest of her tears. “Rough mission?” 

“Yeah, very rough. Is it okay if we don’t talk about it right now?” She asked. 

The two of you would always talk about her mission when she’d come back home. It was an unspoken promise that the two of you shared together. 

It all started right after the infamous mission in Lagos. The two of you were dating for almost a year at that point. You hadn’t heard from her for days, despite the countless texts and phone calls you shot her. You saw what had happened, of course you did, it was sprayed all over the news, but that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered was that she was okay. You knew she wasn't and your assumptions were only confirmed when Clint called you asking to come to the tower. He said she wasn’t eating or sleeping. She wouldn’t talk to anyone, and apparently, no amount of wise words from Steve or sitcom marathons with Natasha could help her. 

You sped to the tower as fast as you could, Clint leading you as quickly as possible to her room. Bursting the door open, you saw her figure buried deep in blankets and dark circles around her eyes as she stared at the now open door.

“Wanda-“ 

Without saying another word, she shot out of bed and wrapped her arms tightly around you. Her head nuzzled into your neck and within seconds, tears fell onto your neck as she sobbed in your arms. 

“It’s okay now. Everything’s okay,” you tightened your arms around her, soothing her as she cried. 

When her cries turned into soft sniffles, you pulled away from the hug, wiping the stray tears that were falling from her beautiful green eyes. You pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? You can call me anytime you’re on your way home from a mission. It doesn’t matter the time. Or whenever you’re feeling low, or wanna just say ‘hi’. Tell me about anything, okay? I'm always here, Wands.”

“What if my mind is just a mess? Sometimes I feel like I should just run away and hide from everyone. You don’t deserve this.” She confesses, pulling her head down in shame.

You tilt her chin up, smiling at her softly, “Darling, call me always, especially when your mind is a mess. I always wonder if you’re safe and sound. If you need me, I’ll be around. Just always call me. You’re never alone.” 

From that day forward, she always called you, and you always answered. You knew that if she didn’t talk about what happened, it would eventually kill her from the inside out. She shouldn’t have to hold the weight alone. And you made sure she always knew that. 

“Of course, darling. What did you wanna talk about?” You asked, closing your book, and giving her your full attention. 

Wanda didn’t know. Honestly, she didn’t really care what you talked about. She thought you were goodness in its pure form. The light she never knew she needed. And she wanted some light, some goodness, after what she had just witnessed. 

“How are my favorite girls doing?” She asked, smiling to herself. 

“She’s doing great. However, I think she’s a little troublemaker like you, she never lets me sleep,” you chuckled into the phone, causing her smile to widen. “Seriously, pregnancy insomnia is no joke and having my favorite person here isn’t helping either.” 

“I’m on my way home, detka. I will be with you real soon. I’ll run you a bath and cook you some of your favorite foods,” Wanda promised. 

“Darling! I’m supposed to be taking care of you, especially since you had a rough case and have been gone for over a week,” you explained to her.

She shook her head, even though you couldn’t see her on the other line, “My beautiful beautiful wife, you should know that I will always spoil you no matter what happened throughout the day.” 

“You’re too good to me.”

“No Y/N, you are too good for me. I’m only trying to get you to stay with me,” she joked, causing both of you to laugh. 

A melodic sound filled Wanda’s ears, as the light and goodness overcame the dark. It was what she needed. You were exactly what she needed. You were always exactly what she needed. “Hey detka?” she asks, as you hum in response. “Do you think you could put me on speaker next to your belly?”

A wide smile crossed your face, as you placed the phone on speaker, holding it next to your little baby bump, “You’re on speaker.” 

“Hi baby girl,” Wanda says and you didn’t think your smile could widen larger than it already was. “I need you to let your mama rest, sweet girl. I am the only person who could keep her up all night long, and unlike you it actually pleasures her,” she teases, causing your face to flush.

“Wanda! She’s not even born yet and you’re already making these jokes to her!” You exclaimed through fits of laughter, causing Wanda to break out into her own fit. Steve and Natasha look back at where she was sitting, smiling to themselves softly at her change in mood. 

“I’m just saying, if we were to have a competition, I’d win for sure,” the two of you laugh again, finally dying down when Wanda speaks up again. “But seriously, I think your mama deserves some sleep, don’t you think?”

A soft little fluttery feeling moved around in your stomach. With eyebrows furrow you place a hand on your belly, a soft gasp falls from your lips, as she kicks. “Darling, our sweet girl kicked!” You exclaimed. 

“What?! No way!” 

“Yes she did! For the very first time to your voice, Wands,” a soft smile grazes over the red head’s features. “She is going to be so in love with you.” 

“And I am going to love her endlessly, just like how I love you, detka,” Wanda whispers and you feel the baby kick once again. “Try and get some rest, okay? I love you, both of you.” 

“I love you. Call me when you land?” 

“Always.”

[scavengerssuccotash]

What are your thoughts on a Clint x Nat baby? I’ve read some fics where Nat accidentally gets pregnant and debates between keeping the baby or not. But I’ve also read a few fics where they both desperately want a baby and excel as parents once they have one. Personally I think Nat would be terrified if she was pregnant but eventually come around to the idea, because it’s a lil part of her and Clint, and be a great mom.

How did you know about my Sims 4 Clintasha save file?

(They have a daughter named Katya. And she’s fucking adorable.) 😭

Kid/baby Clintasha fics are definitely a real guilty pleasure for me. While I don’t agree with how Whedon presented that bit of character backstory for Natasha, I think taken with in universe logic it would make sense for the Red Room to sterilize their Widows. (It’s one of the few things that is canon that I’ve kept for my fic Sightline.)

(I ALSO have a real big problem with the tone in which it was discussed and handled in the Black Widow movie but let’s just skip over that for now.)

I think Clint and Nat would be exceptional parents. Extremely doting and highly protective I must admit I see them a bit of a helicopter parent duo. At least until the age of ten I want to say, when they start to loosen up their reigns as they finally start to believe that their child is safe. I think they would also retire from both SHIELD and Avenging, I don’t think Natasha much less Clint would be able to handle the separation and uncertainty in leaving for missions for months at a time. Clint is also immediately a girl dad. (I can’t help but picture Jeremy Renner a bit as I type this. Which hilariously shines a glaring light on my own father issues, but like in a ‘awww I wish o had that!’ way.)

I think it’s rather a cliche in the fandom to imagine them having a little girl, and I’m firmly one million percent within that camp. I genuinely can’t picture them having a boy for their first kid. (Yes, I said first. They have two! A girl and a boy roughly three years apart. They live in my head as a happy little family on a farm in the cornfields of Iowa and I love them very much.)

As for the pregnancy—it was fucking brutal! For my headcanon of a non-sterilized Natasha the Red Room kept them continually supplied with birth control and other hormonal blockers to the point that it was actually assumed that she would not be able to get pregnant or at the very least it would be rare. That one in a million chance happened after a particularly nasty fight when Natasha ran into the line of fire to save Steve. Cue a couple of thrown dishes and Clint growling into her ear and pinned to the bed.

“I’m not fucking losing you, do you hear me, Tasha!”

It was very hot and very intense and oops!

What really was difficult about the pregnancy, you know besides being pregnant (her back hurt like a son of a birch) was the emotional torrent that it brought. Sleepless nights, constant worry, questioning if she even wanted to keep it, followed by a surreal disbelief that she was even pregnant. It was a body horror watching and then feeling a tiny baby growing inside her. In the end she decided to keep it, partly as one last fuck you to the Red Room and her past but also because it was part Clint too. When she told him, it was in the middle of a firefight. (He would later tell her that her timing was shit.) As soon as the words left her mouth he looked at her for a good five seconds, blinked and then nodded to himself. He then, without any of the fanfare, dispatched the ten guys shooting at them, clean kills. All ten headshots. One right after the other with the cold efficiency she’s only ever seen once before when she was captured and tortured for three months.

Katya Philomena Romanoff-Barton was born November 16th. Three months premature, and weighing two pounds and thirteen ounces. She has blue eyes like her father and the freckles and red hair of her mother. They were able to bring her home after a year in the NICU.

She starts her Freshmen year at Princeton this year, double majoring in International Politics and Psychology, with an applied minor in History. She has one championship trophy in Olympic Archery and does Ballet in her free time.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hii!!

Would you be open to writing a platonic cqregiver!Clint Barton and Little!Kate Bishop? Maybe Kate is babysitting for Clint one day and when he gets back he notices his kids and Kate are watching some kids show but Kate seems more interested than the kids, from there he figures out she regresses??

Have a lovely day and feel free to ignore this!!! 😊

ೃ༄ Babysitting ⊹༉‧₊˚

|| kate bishop & clint barton || read on ao3

notes ; this got so much longer than I intended whoops, also Kate angst cause I’m a sucker for it

warnings ; hurt/comfort, swearing (it’s nothing awful), mentions of Kate having a bad childhood, pet names

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Letting Kate watch the kids was already nerve wracking for Clint, he knows Kate would and can protect his kids easily. Hell she'd probably do it for fun. But that's not where his worries lie, it's more to do with the kids tricking Kate into something (probably stupid) or them messing around because they know Kate's just a sitter and doesn't know all the rules.

Though his anxiety's seem to ease when him and Laura pull into the driveway to see that the living room and kitchen lights are still on, no chaos in sight. It's only around ten pm so the kids could still be complaining about bedtime, they've never gone down easy, or Kate could've put a movie on just to make them calm down.

"We're home!" Laura calls while Clint locks the door and slips his boots off, he has to admit that date night was really nice, but he's happy to be home.

"Living room!" Cooper calls back, hand appearing in the hallway from where he sticks his arm out behind the couch.

Like Clint had suspected, there's a movie playing lowly on the tv, Nathaniel and Lila slumped over one another on the couch, snoring just as loud as Laura claims Clint does. Cooper sits scrolling through his phone beside his sleeping siblings and Kates on the floor, cross legged on the rug and staring up at the Tv.

Her eyes are wide and full of a light Clint doesn't recognize. It's some Disney movie going, one he's seen but doesn't quite remember, though Kates expression reads like this is her first ever seeing the film. Maybe it is? Clint has never asked what Kate's childhood was like but he can't imagine it left a lot of time to lounge around and watch movies.

"I'll take the kids upstairs, you pay Kate and remind her that she's free to stay the night." Laura presses a soft kiss to Clint's cheek before moving to haul Nathaniel up to her hip and ask Cooper to help his sister up the stairs so she won't stumble in her sleepy state.

They all file up slowly, only a few grumbles from Lila about moving that are barely audible with her face pressed into Coopers shoulder. It leaves Clint to look back to where Kate is unmoving, hands folded in her lap too orderly for him to feel easy about, jaw slightly clenched like she's stopping herself from smiling or saying something. He doesn't like that one bit.

"Hey Kate, you alright?" Barton tentatively places a hand on Kates shoulder, worry only growing when she flinches and whips her head to stare at him.

"Easy kid, it's okay." A beat passes where Clint just rubs his thumb across the girls sweater covered shoulder and watches while she takes deep breath after deep breath.

"Got a little distracted, sorry." Her cheeks flush pink in embarrassment but Clint shakes his head quickly. There's no reason for Kate to be apologizing, but Clint is definitely not going to let her walk away without at least a short conversation about what's going on in her head.

"You feel okay?" She nods quickly but her hands are still folded, Clint decides they won't be moving in a while so he plops himself down to the floor and tries not to wince at his tailbone hitting the hardwood.

"Whatcha watching?" Staring at each other won't do any good and thankfully Kate perks up at the question, turning her head back to the Tv with that same lit up look in her eyes.

"It's the second little mermaid, with Ariel's daughter Melody! They keep her out of the sea cause Ursula's sister tried to take her as a baby, but Melody figures out a way to break into the sea-." She keeps going, excitedly taking Clint through the movie plot. There's something so vulnerable about her voice, something so childlike about it; that Clint finds himself smiling softly throughout the tangent, it feels like when he listened to Lila talk about princesses when she was younger.

"That's really cool Kate." A beaming smile gets sent Clint's way at the acknowledgment.

"Right! I haven't seen it since I was a kid but I think she's my favorite princess, besides Merida cause she's got a bow like me and you."

"I don't think I've seen that one, we'll have to watch it sometime." An immediate nod brings a faint grin to Clint's face, she just seems so young, younger than she ever has before and her mannerisms are—- it hits him all at once.

The talk, the behavior, the movie, she's probably age regressed. He had learned about it when the avengers were all staying in the tower together and Natasha discussed it with Tony, Clint was actually in the vents for that conversation but he did some of his own research afterwards.

"Kate, can I ask you something?" He's never dealt with a little in real life, only ever looking at things online and reading forums, this feels out of his depth but Kate nods so he takes a breath.

"Are you- do you- umm- uh. Alright uh, are you feeling little?" The brunette blinks a few times while processing the question, it takes a second but she slowly nods, dropping her head quickly afterwards.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Kate, I just need to know so I can help you. You don't need to hide." The girl untucks her head from her chest but drops it right back when her eyes land on something behind Clint.

"Sorry to interrupt, you guys okay?" Laura questions low and a little weary, glancing towards Kate but doing her best to not stare.

"Yeah yeah, Kates gonna stay the night. You can go to bed I'll be up in a bit." She seems to sense something else is going on but nods then disappears back upstairs quietly.

"Sweetheart, can you look at me? It's okay, Laura went upstairs." Clint tones his voice down soft and tender like he would with younger kids.

“That’s good Kate, very good. How about this, we can get you changed into some pajamas then lay down for bed?” The guest room has practically become Kates dedicated room so he’s sure there’s at least one pair of extra clothes in there somewhere.

“Can I not watch the movie anymore?” Tears well quickly in Kates eyes, her voice wobbles ever so slightly, it all but snaps Clint’s heart to bits.

“Darling you can watch it while I go grab you some pajamas, no need to cry.” He soothes as fast as he can, trying to look reassuring when Kate doesn’t seem to believe him.

“It’s okay if I can’t, I understand. Gots responsibilities.” She mumbles, wiping at her sniffling nose and looking away from Barton for a moment.

“What’re you talking about honey? If you wanna finish the movie you can.” Confusion shows through in Kates expression before she speaks.

“It’s just- when I was a kid I had to go do lots of stuff, important stuff, didn’t get to watch a lot of tv.” She shrugs and leans the smallest bit closer to the hand Clint still has on her shoulder.

An bubble of anger summers in Barton’s gut towards Kates parents, her mother in specifics. The idea of a little kid Kate running around to no doubt fancy cocktail parties and other high end things definitely not enjoyable for a kid; it makes Clint wish she had someone to be there for her, someone to show her what a true childhood is supposed to be like.

“You don’t have to worry about that here, you can watch the movie and I’ll be right back.”

He shuffles himself away before Kate can sense any of his emotions towards her mother, besides, walking to the downstairs guest room and rummaging around in the drawers is a good distraction. He’s able to dig up a pair of pajama pants with purple hearts on them and a soft shirt that’s got a Hawkeye logo on it, no doubt bought by Kate herself but passed off as a gift from someone.

When Clint returns to the living room he catches Kate rocking slightly in place, a strand of hair stuck in her mouth that she idly chews on, he makes a mental note to stop at the store for some pacifier or teethers. He’s already made the decision that this will be a more regular thing, there’s no way he’s going to let Kate wake up tomorrow and pretend none of this ever happened and she didn’t say what she did.

Barton’s honestly happy that she feels happy enough to slip into little space in his house, that she trusts him enough to be small around him. And he definitely wants to help take care of her if she’ll let him, she deserves to relax and be safe somewhere without the worry of bad guys sneaking up on her.

“Im back, I hope these will work.” The wet chunk of hair drops from Kates mouth when she turns towards Clint, a smile on her lips at seeing him again and the prompt of changing out of the jeans that are no doubt uncomfortable while sitting cross legged.

“Thank you.” One of Clint’s hands reaches to ruffle the top of the girls hair before he directs her towards the bathroom to change.

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It’s takes longer than it normally would and Clint has to weigh in on which way the pants go on from outside the door but eventually Kate changes, already looking sleepy when she exists the bathroom.

“You wanna finish the movie or just go to bed? We can always watch it another time.” The when you come back is unspoken but Kate doesn’t mention it.

“Movie then bed.” She decides while flopping onto the couch, Clint following her lead and only startling slightly when Kate lays her head on his chest then tucks her legs up into his side.

“You falling asleep on me kid?” He chuckles lowly as Kate nuzzles farther into his sleep shirt, shaking her head like her eyes aren’t closed and she isn’t half asleep but Clint lets her be. They’ll talk more in the morning but for now he’s content letting Kate use him as a human pillow.

[mischiefandmedicine]

Very Full - Chapter 13: Melara's Daughter

Summary: Saoirse recounts a memory from her life in the Avengers compound.

Word Count: 2,672 words.

Chapter Warnings: Health problems, injury/trauma.

Soundtrack Link

This Chapter's Music Inspiration:

Savage Daughter sung by Sarah Hester Ross

Very Full MASTERLIST

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A/N: As per usual, I just want to say that I do not own the rights to the lyrics. I did, however, imagine that Melara wrote this song, because the lyrics fit so perfectly into hers and Loki's story.

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Back at the end of time, amid the cosmic serenity, Saoirse and Loki found themselves adrift in a sea of memories once more. The air still charged from their heated exchange and the recollection of the dawning of Melara’s extraordinary gifts. Saoirse, her gaze piercing the veil of her father’s stoic façade, spoke with a voice that echoed with fondness.

“The Avengers compound…I was a baby when we first went there?” she asked, eyes alight with warm memories of the past.

Loki could only bring himself to nod in response.

“I have so many memories of the compound…mom’s check-ups…and then she moved us there towards the end. But you…your presence was…sporadic at best,” Saoirse mused, the words painting a picture of a childhood mosaic, rich with vibrant hues yet shadowed at the edges.

The ghost of a grimace transiently marred Loki’s face. “Saoirse…the compound was a sanctuary of sorts for your mother, a citadel of science and sorcery intertwined. As for my own absence, it was a necessary evil to support your mother’s healing,” he murmured, his words heavy like stones in a velvet pouch.

With a brief pause, he continued with a smirk. “Besides, haven’t you heard the human expression that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’?”

Saoirse opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out, realizing Loki’s innuendo. “Oh, gross! Really?!” she shouted, an amethyst-colored glow emanating from her eyes.

Loki held up his hands in acquiescence, attempting to mask his laughter.

“Anyway…the compound, it was a world unto itself, yet. They helped mom a lot, the fortress of heroes that they were in so many ways. And then there was Clint…,” she reminisced, a smile curving her lips. “He didn’t look at me and see just another responsibility or duty; he saw me. He looked after me.”

Loki’s expression tightened imperceptibly at the mention of the archer. “Barton…of course,” he acknowledged, the tone laced with a complex blend of respect and a simmering disquiet. “And during those times, what became of your mother? Was she not your anchor?”

Saoirse’s eyes glimmered, “She was…always fighting, always strong. But her music was quieter, and her flame…it flickered without you there. Clint, he…” her voice trailed off again, laden with an unspoken gratitude for the man who had unwittingly stepped into a void.

The god’s gaze drifted, lost in the whorls of time. “He didn’t…” Loki began to wonder.

Knowing instinctively that Loki’s question would be about Clint’s relationship with Melara, “Not that it would be any of your business, but no. He knew I was your daughter and he knew about you and mom. He didn’t dare,” Saoirse spat. “Besides, he was married and had a family himself.”

“Ah…well, I remember the songs she wrote back then. The ones in recovery; they spoke of resilience. Of triumph and loss in equal measure. Yet, I could only listen from afar. The complexities of the timelines…they demanded sacrifice.”

Saoirse’s posture stiffened in her seat, her earlier warmth giving way to a frost that crept into her tone. “You keep speaking of sacrifice, yet it was always her strength that held us. You say you were there, and I want to try to let that in, but it was Clint’s stories, his laughter, and his protection that filled my days. Why, Loki? If you cared, why were you so distant then?”

Loki, for once found himself ensnared in his own labyrinth of truths and half-confessions. “There were reasons, threads of fate too perilous to tug. Your mother’s burgeoning power, it began to…distort the fabric of reality. My presence there, it would have risked far more than you can imagine. The branch of your timeline, it…it began to overshadow others. I had to step back to preserve the balance.”

Saoirse’s eyes, once reflecting the stars, now mirrored the storm clouds of a brewing tempest. “Balance? While we lived in uncertainty, you balanced equations of what?” Her words were sharp, each one a barb aimed with precision.

Loki reached out, his gesture a plea for understanding. “It was never about equations or cold calculations. It was about safeguarding the multiverse, and that included you and your mother. I chose the path that ensured your survival, even if it cost us moments…years together. That is the sacrifice I speak of.”

A silence stretched between them, a chasm of years filled with absence and longing. Saoirse, standing at the precipice of revelation, grasped at the threads of her fragmented past.

“You sacrificed being with us to protect us?” she whispered, the realization dawning. “And in doing so, you left a vacancy that Clint willingly filled. He…he never tried to take your place, but in many ways, he did.”

Loki, his heart a fortress besieged by his daughter’s words, conceded, “Perhaps in another life, an alternate timeline, I could have been the father you needed me to be. But Clint, he was there when I could not be. For that, I am indebted to him.”

Saoirse’s gaze softened, the edges of her anger dulled by understanding. “I didn’t come here to dwell on what could have been, Loki. I came seeking answers about the now, about this fire that burns within me. But first, I needed to understand the past.”

Loki, with a solemn nod, braced himself to unfurl the remaining tapestry of their shared history, ready to ignite the torch of truth and illuminate the dim corridors of Saoirse’s understanding. “Then let us journey back, through the annals of time. Let us trace the path that leads to this very moment. Tell me…what do you remember most of those years that I was gone?”

Saoirse leaned back, the celestial dust beneath her forming a cushion as her mind traveled across the years scattered like stars behind her. “I remember the compound,” she began, her voice a river flowing from the springs of her earliest recollections.

Loki listened, his façade muted by the earnest narrative spilling forth from his daughter. He, the weaver of tales, found himself caught in the threads of Saoirse’s storytelling.

“Clint had a way of making everything seem like an adventure. When mom was in sessions with doctors or locked in her own battles, he would whisk me away to spar or even to the archery range. It was like I was the youngest Avenger. I remember the thrill of it all,” she recounted, a smile playing on her lips at the memory.

“He told me stories too, you know. Not of battles and glory, but of life and of loss. Of a family he fought to return to, of a world he hoped to keep safe. And in every story, every lesson, I saw the silhouette of the father I wished for in the quiet of the night.”

A silence fell between them, heavy with the memories that hung in the balance. Loki, once the harbinger of chaos, now found himself in the eye of a storm of emotion he had not anticipated.

“Saoirse,” he said, his voice a low thrum that resonated with the frequency of the universe around them, “your strength is a beacon that not even the darkest void could smother. And it seems to have been forged in your mother’s crucible of courage and tempered by the care of those around you.”

Saoirse turned to face him, “Yes, her fire is a part of me. A legacy that burns within, and oh how I wish she had learned to control it for much longer than she did.”

Loki reached out, a hand hovering as if to touch a star too distant, too faint. “And I,” he said, “am here to listen, to learn, and to finally understand the narrative of the life you led, daughter. Tell me more…”

With a vacant look on her face, Saoirse began telling her father the most vivid memories of those years without him.

***

Within the labyrinth of steel and echoes that was the Avengers compound, a 7-year-old Saoirse sat huddled against the cold, unyielding wall outside the medical bay. Her small frame shook with the silent sobs as the harrowing sounds of her mother’s anguish sifted through the fortified doors. The sterile lights of the hallway painted shadows that danced with the rhythm of her trembling. The episodes of pain seemed to have gotten worse over the years, leading them to take up residence at the compound in between musical tours.

Clint Barton, known to the world as Hawkeye, but to Saoirse as an unspoken guardian of sorts, paced the hall with a furrowed brow. His steps slowed as he approached the weeping child. Kneeling to her level, his voice was gentle, yet tinged with the gravity of the situation, “You shouldn’t be here, sweetie.”

At his words, the air around Saoirse crackled with an energy that belied her tender years. Her eyes, a stormy hue of amethyst, flashed with a ferocity that startled even the seasoned warrior. From the ether, a dagger materialized, its blade reflecting a purple glint – an echo of the power she had inherited from her absent father and had yet to understand. The weapon trembled in her small hand, aimed instinctively at Clint.

His reaction was not out of fear but of concern. His hands raised in a gesture of peace, his gaze locked with hers. “Saoirse,” he said softly, his voice a lullaby amidst the cacophony of her fears and her mother’s screams. “It’s okay, I’m only here to help you.”

The tension held for a heartbeat, two, then dissipated like morning mist as Saoirse’s grip on the conjured blade wavered. The dagger vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only the trembling girl and the man who crouched before her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Clint reached out, his hand steady and warm against her arm. “Let’s find you a better place to wait,” he suggested, “somewhere you can still be close to your mom, but not where you have to hear…”

He didn’t need to finish; they both understood the horrors that lay beyond the door. Saoirse nodded, her tears still flowing but now mingled with a child’s trust in the face of Clint’s protective resolve.

He stood, offering his hand, which Saoirse took with a fragile trust. Together, they walked down the corridor, away from the sick bay, to a small alcove filled with cushions and the quiet murmur of a fountain. Here, the world seemed to soften, the harshness of reality cushioned by the hush of flowing water.

Clint settled beside her, his presence a steadfast sentinel. “Your mother is strong, Saoirse. She’s got the best people looking after her,” he reassured her, his voice firm with belief.

Saoirse nestled into the cushions, drawing her knees up to her chin. “I know. Uncle Bruce helps her every time, but it hurts her so much,” she whispered, her words barely audible over the fountain.

“It does,” Clint acknowledged, not one to shy away from the truth. “But she fights, and she has you, which is the best reason to keep fighting.”

Wrapped in the soft embrace of cushions, murmured a question that had haunted her heart for as long as she had the words to consciously think about it, “Why isn’t he here? Why isn’t my daddy here for her? She needs him…”

Clint’s gaze softened, his eyes reflecting a sorrow too deep for words. “Some questions don’t have easy answers, kiddo. But you’re here, and that’s what matters to her.”

They sat in silence, the compound’s hum a distant thrum. It was no place for a child, but here she was with one of the world’s heroes, wishing for a father who always seemed to have something more important than her and her mother. Saoirse’s eyes, once alight with conjured fury, now watched the water’s dance, finding a measure of calm in its predictable rise and fall.

Clint’s gaze never wavered from the girl beside him. He saw not just the daughter of a powerful yet enigmatic friend, but a burgeoning force in her own right. He saw the flickers of her potential, the nascent strength that would one day be a torrent to reckon with. The way she wielded a blade was a natural skill and it would only be a matter of time before she would best him in combat. The skill of a friend he once knew…

 Time passed, marked only by the shifting of light as it streamed through the high windows. Saoirse’s sobs had quieted, her initial fear giving way to a wearied exhaustion. Clint remained, his vow of protection unspoken but as tangible as the bow he often wielded.

Eventually, the door to the medical bay opened, and a hush descended upon the alcove. Saoirse tensed, her eyes darting toward the sound. Dr. Banner emerged, his expression one of cautious optimism.

“Your mom’s resting now,” he told Saoirse, his voice kind as he stooped to look into her eyes. “She asked for you.”

Saoirse rose, her small hand slipping into Clint’s as they made their way back to the sick bay. The door swung open to reveal Melara, pale but smiling faintly at the sight of her daughter. Saoirse rushed to her side, her earlier fear forgotten in the wake of relief. She climbed onto the bed, her place by her mother’s side a natural fit.

Clint watched from the doorway, his heart a mix of pride and sorrow. He had seen too much of pain and loss, but in moments like these, he found hope.

Melara’s own hand, noticeably charred, found Saoirse’s, their fingers intertwining. “I’m okay, my brave girl,” Melara whispered, her voice a tender caress.

Saoirse nestled closer, her world once again righted by her mother’s touch. “Mommy…” she whispered, nuzzling into her mother.

“Baby girl, sing to me. You know that always makes me feel better,” Melara said as she smiled weakly in her daughter’s direction.

Saoirse knew just the song that would calm her mother.

I am my mother’s savage daughter. The one who runs barefoot, Cursing sharp stones. I am my mother’s savage daughter. I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

My mother’s child is a savage. She looks for omens in the colors of stones, In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers, In the dancing of fire, In the curve of old bones. Though she was weak, Melara joined in as Saoirse sang.

We are our mother’s savage daughters. The ones who run barefoot, Cursing sharp stones. We are our mother’s savage daughter. We will not cut our hair, We will not lower our voice.

The next verse, Saoirse sang alone once more, in a whispered hush.

My mother’s child dances in darkness. She sings heathen songs, By the light of the moon. And watches the stars and renames the planets, And dreams she can reach them, With a song and a broom.

Melara closed her eyes gently as a tear fell from her eye. She was exhausted and still in pain, Saoirse could sense it, but she knew that her mother tried to hide it. Still, Saoirse continued to sing until she felt her mother’s tension seep out from her muscles.

I am my mother’s savage daughter. The one who runs barefoot, Cursing sharp stones. I am my mother’s savage daughter. I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice.

And with the last words, Saoirse placed a gentle kiss on Melara’s cheek, whispering the words, “I love you, mommy,” before she climbed out of her mother’s bed in the dimly lit sick bay. There were so many questions she dared not ask.

***

“I feel like that was the beginning of the end for her,” Saoirse said softly, an emotionless expression on her face. “She started to lose control of the fire and I know you had something to do with it, Loki.”

Unable to look Saoirse in the eye, Loki’s voice quivered as he said, “I…I don’t even know what to say to that.”

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Bow and Arrow

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x daughter!Reader

Part 23 of Looking for the Captain

They were just fifteen minutes from landing when JARVIS spoke up. “Sir, the alarm has been triggered at the cabin. It’s locked down completely.” JARVIS alerted everyone on the QuinJet.

Bucky whipped his head up. “That can’t happen by accident, can it? Maybe Barton did something stupid?” He was truly hoping that’s what happened. 

“No, you can only do it intentionally.” He told them. “Alright, I’ll fly back out to the cabin. The rest of you continue with the plan.” It was really their only option. 

“How sturdy is that cabin once locked down?” 

“It was built to keep out zombies and looters. Not assassins with possible explosives.” Tony told him seriously. “Hopefully they made their way down into the lower bunker. That’s harder to get into.”

You were shaking slightly after you’d triggered the alarm. Clint had been coming back in from the kitchen when he spotted people driving up to the cabin. He’d called you over to ask about them, and you got a bad feeling. One SVU parked and someone stepped out. Instantly, you rushed to trigger the lockdown. Goliath started barking like crazy as the cabin turned itself into a fortress. “What if them finding that hideout was a distraction?” You asked Clint. 

“It could have been. Let me change into my gear.” He wanted to be ready for whatever that day held.

“There’s a bunker beneath the cabin, remember? Let’s lock ourselves in there.” You suggested moments before a loud bang made you jump. “I don’t think that metal was designed for whatever weapons those people might have.” You tugged his arm. “Come on, Goliath.” Instantly, he was following you, growling. 

Clint rushed to grab his gear as you and Goliath rushed towards the bunker door. As the three of you moved, the banging continued. He could only imagine what you were feeling. He rushed down the stairs to the bunker behind Goliath, and heard you shut and secure the door a moment later. “Stark gets alerted when the security is triggered, right?” 

You nodded, as you moved down the stairs. “Yeah, but they’re all off taking care of things. It’ll be hours, if not over a day, before they can get back here.” You glanced at the door for a moment before you looked around the room you were in. “He wasn’t lying when he was said this place was stocked.” The tone of your voice let Clint know that while impressed, you didn’t want to be down there. 

“Want to learn how to shoot my bow and arrow?” He offered. It would give you something to focus on. 

After a moment of thought, you agreed. “Sure.” You watched him get everything out. 

Tony pushed the limits of the suit he was wearing, hoping that he got there before they got through the security system. While he knew that Clint and Goliath wouldn’t let them hurt you, he didn’t want it to get to that point. 

You were about to shoot another arrow when the entire bunker shook. “What the hell was that?!” You lowered the bow. “Are they trying to blow us up?” Your eyes went to Clint, full of panic. 

“I think they are.” He looked up. “I don’t think they know about the bunker. Maybe they’ll blow the cabin up and leave thinking that you died in the blast.” It was a morbid thought, but in a weirdly positive way. “There’s a high chance they don’t know about this bunker. Knowing Stark, he didn’t include this in his building plans.” He moved to put his arm around you. 

“Let’s hope that them blowing things up doesn’t expose the door to the bunker.” You managed. Who knew what would happen if they saw that. Would they be able to get in? Would this be the end? Without Steve and Bucky (and everyone else) finding out about the baby? 

Once the area the cabin was in was in sight, Tony saw the smoke. “Shit.” He breathed, readying himself for a fight. As he moved over the trees, he saw the remains of what was once had been his cabin. “JARVIS, did they make it into the bunker?” He asked, hopeful. 

“Yes, sir.” JARVIS assured him. 

“Good.” He dove down, getting right into the fight. He didn’t care that there were more of them than him. He had the advantage in his mind. 

You were in a corner, holding Goliath, while Clint stood between you and the door. His bow and arrow were aimed at the door, just in case. He’d go down fighting, and protecting you. Every second seemed like an eternity. The loud ‘booms’ had stopped, but that didn’t lessen the anxiety you were feeling. Not hearing them was almost worse than hearing them. Right now you didn’t know if they were still out there, or if they had left. Had they spotted the bunker door? Were they making plans to get down there? Were they sifting through the rubble for your body? 

There was no way for you to know how long you’d been in that corner before the door started to open. Clint didn’t wait to register who was coming down, firing off an arrow. “Whoa, just me Legolas.” Tony held up his hands. 

Seeing him, you got up and rushed over to hug him, crying. He wrapped his arm around you as Clint lowered his bow and arrow. “Sorry, Stark.” 

“It’s all good.” He assured him. “Everyone here is taken care of. JARVIS is sending a driver to get the three of you. Once I know you’re on the way to the water, I’ll fly back to help the others.” He explained. “I’m sure they have it handled, but I’d rather be there to help.” 

“What if someone attacks the car?” You asked, looking up at him. 

The front of his helmet lifted before he spoke. “Would you prefer I go with you to the tower, and then go?” He could see the fear in your eyes. 

Sniffing, you nodded. “Please.” You’d feel a lot better having both Tony and Clint with you. 

“Of course, kid.” He agreed easily. “Do you want to wait down here, or up there? I’d vote down here. I can carry you up so you don’t have to see everything.” You didn’t need that haunting you. 

“Down here is fine.” You stopped hugging him and wrapped your arms around yourself. 

Clint still kept hold of his bow and arrow, not letting himself really relax. He likely wouldn’t be able to until this was over with. “Why don’t you grab something to eat? You haven’t had anything since we snacked on the chips and dip.” He glanced at you. “You need to eat.” 

In all honesty, you weren’t that hungry. “Maybe in a little bit.” You sighed, reaching down to scratch behind Goliath’s ear. 

“Who knows what time we’ll get back to the tower, and I don’t think we’ll be going through a drive through.” Clint urged. 

“If she’s not hungry, she’s not hungry.” Tony noted, not understanding why Clint was so insistent on you eating. “I bet you’re looking forward to a good drink when we get back, though.” He mused, knowing if he was in your shoes, he’d be wanting one. 

How could you reply to that? Tony knew you liked to drink, so you claiming that you just weren’t into it wouldn’t work. “I think I’d like to stay sober until I know everyone is safe back at home.” You decided that was a safe bet. 

“Understandable. We can all party once we’re home, patched up, and rested.” He grinned, and you could see the wheels turning in his head. “I’ll make sure to order some of everyone’s favorite foods.” Clearly he was in his own little world now. 

You and Clint just looked at each other, letting Tony be Tony. All you could do was shrug. 

Bucky was doing his best to stay focused on the task at hand, but it was hard. Now he was worried about whether Tony got there on time or not. Whether they’d get back on the QuinJet with a positive update, or something devastating. However, every time his mind would really wonder, he’d remind himself that him being there was also keeping you safe. Taking out everyone in that base would let you get back to living your life. Just knowing what it was like to have you call him ‘dad’ was a push to fight that much harder. 

Once you slipped into the armored car that pulled up to the devastation that was the cabin, you leaned against the window and nodded off. The adrenaline of the day wore off, and you couldn’t keep your eyes open. Goliath sat between you and Clint, his head and one paw on your leg. He could tell you needed that comfort. 

Clint finally let himself relax for the most part, resting his head on the headrest. “I didn’t think that’s how today would go.” He mused. “I will say she’s pretty good with a bow and arrow. Before they started trying to blow the cabin up I was showing her some archery. She picked it up pretty quickly.” 

“Maybe when she trains with you, you can work on that with her.” Tony suggested. “Let the others do the actual hand to hand combat training.” It would give you some variation, and maybe it would be a new hobby for you. 

“That’s a good idea.” Would you keep up your training now that you were pregnant? Or would you cut back? He doubted that you’d give it up completely, as you seemed to like training most days. Even if you complained about being sore the next day, you showed up and gave it your all. Nat would likely not go as hard with you, that’s for sure.  

Tony glanced over his shoulder at you, then Clint. “I can hear you thinking.” 

“Just processing the day, that’s all.” He lied. There’s no way he’d tell anyone your secret. That was for you to decide how, and when, to tell the others. You were still processing it yourself, which was understandable. 

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The Worst Musical

Steve Rogers x Daughter!reader, Clint Barton x Teen!reader

Clint takes you to a show in New York with his family

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: Mentions of Steve dying, scenes from Hawkeye ep, 1 (let me know if I miss any)

You didn’t want to be in New York watching a musical about your dad but Clint and his wife, Laura, forced you to go. They thought it would be good for you to go outside and do something. Ever since your dad ‘died’ you had stayed in your room not talking to anyone and doing nothing. You didn’t want to do anything but it didn’t stop them from trying to get you excited about something. Clint tried to help you freshen up on your hand to hand skills but you didn’t budge. Laura thought you might enjoy cooking or baking but you couldn’t have cared less. Clint’s kids tried to get you interested in music, and video games, and anything teenagers might like but you weren’t interested. The Bartons thought a trip to New York might be the thing to get you back but it wasn’t working.

~~~~~

“This musical sucks,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It hasn’t even started,” Clint said, looking over at you. He didn’t want to be here either but the kids wanted to see it and didn’t want to say no. He didn’t want to leave you in the hotel alone so he dragged you along as well.

“I don’t need to watch it to tell it’s gonna suck. They’re using a dead man for attention. It’s awful.”

“Well that’s a bit harsh isn’t it?” Clint asked. He knew you were more angry at Steve than upset for leaving. He chose to leave his child rather than stay with her. He understood Steve’s choice though. He wanted to go back to what he had before and Clint knows he wishes it involved you as well. It was tough.

“Was it harsh to leave his kid behind for another woman?” you shot back.

“Fair point,” was all Clint responded with. Since you tended to bottle up your anger, he didn’t want you to explode in public. He’d rather you do it when you were by yourself or with him, or not bottle up your feelings at all but he did the best he could.

Nate and Cooper returned to their seats with popcorn and Lyla came back from the bathroom right as the lights started to dim down. You were sitting on the outside of the group with Clint on your right and the seat next to you empty.

“Just try to enjoy it,” Clint whispered as the music for the first number started playing.

“I’ll try my best,” you said, rolling your eyes.

~~~~~

You managed to keep your anger at bay for most of the show, only making snide remarks here and there until a particular scene where the officers who picked your dad to be Captain America were talking about him.

“He’s a hero,” the guy on the left said.

You scoffed, making the people around you look in your direction, making you scoff again, “It’s true,” you said, a little louder, “Steve Rogers wasn’t a hero. He abandoned me and everyone else to go back for a woman he barely knew,” you were talking in a loud voice, interrupting the show. At first, people didn’t know who was saying it but once they looked, they saw you. Since everyone knew who Captain America was, they knew who you were too. Most people started forming sympathetic faces towards you, which only made you angier. You were about to say something else but you felt someone pull on your sleeve and out of the building.

“Y/n what the hell was that?” Clint asked harshly.

“I’m just telling everyone what their so-called hero really did,” you snapped, “They deserve to know the truth. That’s what the Captain would’ve really wanted.”

Clint sighed, “Look, I understand you’re angry and frustrated, and pissed and all other emotions like that but you can’t pull shit like this.”

“You’re saying I can’t be angry?”

“I just said you can be but you can’t blow up in public like this okay?”

“I didn’t ask for this Clint,” you said, tears starting to form in your eyes, “I didn’t ask to be born in a freaking SHIELD lab, I didn’t ask to be Captain America’s kid and I didn’t ask to be a media puppet for the remaining Avengers.”

“I know but trust me, it could’ve been worse for you,” he said, “You could still be a SHIELD lab rat and not have ever met your dad. How would that have felt?”

You ignored his question and focused on the first part, “What do you mean I could’ve been a lab rat?”

“You were young but for the first two years of your life, I took you in. I treated you like my kid because SHIELD wanted to keep you locked up and trained to be a new and modern Cap,” Clint explained. He had never wanted you to know all of this as it was an awful time for him, the family, and you, “I didn’t want that to happen to an innocent kid so I made sure it didn’t.”

“Well it didn’t work out well did it? Cause here we are,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest, “I still got here.”

“Yeah but you know what life is like right? You knew your dad and loved him. You had the Avengers as a family and made memories.”

“But now I have none of that so it doesn’t even matter.”

“Who says?” Clint asked, “You might not have the people but you still have the memories. And you can make new memories with new people. You can get over the resentment you have for Steve and move on.”

“But I don’t want to forget him,” you said quietly, your mood quickly changing, “I don’t want to lose him a second time,” it was the first time you had said the words out loud. You were so angry with him because you didn’t want to lose him in the first place so you held on to that anger to keep him around.

“Then don’t,” Clint placed his hand on your shoulder, “Stop being angry at him and start remembering him for the good times you two had. Remember all the happy things and he’ll still be with you.”

You nodded and wiped away your tears, “Do we have to go back in and watch?”

Clint laughed, “I think even if you wanted to, they wouldn’t let you back in.”

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