FIC Ductwork Adventures
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shanachie_quillTitle: Ductwork Adventures
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Ariana Barton, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, various junior agents
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Natasha told Clint to entertain Ariana while she was away; this is probably not what she had in mind.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Clint is a menace, but he loves his little girl; junior agents are target practice, Tasha should know better than to leave them alone; acrobatics are fun
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this. Not even Ariana belongs to me; she is absolutely Daddy’s Girl.
Author's Note: And another one done and posted…one more to go but it’ll go up tomorrow cause I need sleep. Thanks again, whogeek!
Three and a half years Prior to the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
“You want to go exploring with Daddy, right, Button?” Clint asked as he examined the snuggie he had redesigned for use when he had Ariana for the day. “Mommy left you with me. And I think we should go climbing.”
Ariana kicked her legs, gurgling in response. She’d rolled from her stomach onto her back as he spoke and she waved her arms at him. “Da. Da. Da.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised her. Lifting her easily from the crib, he checked her diaper before picking up the snuggie. “See this? Daddy got this so you can go exploring with him. You just go in here like that and then we fix this…” He slipped her into the carrier before settling her on his back. “You good there, Button?”
A happy chortle was her response and he took that as an affirmative. Stretching his leg, he boosted himself up onto the table, using it as a step to reach the grate above his head. “Here we go. Gotta keep quiet now. We’re being stealthy.”
A small hand grabbed onto his shirt, gripping tightly, and he grinned as he squirmed his way into the duct. He’d already measured and double-checked to make sure he’d fit with Ariana on his back so he wasn’t worried about hitting her head. His only concern was her reaching out and grabbing something. So far she only seemed interested in his shirt and the carabineers he’d clipped on to keep her occupied.
He’d picked a few of her favorite toys and hooked them to the carabineers, hoping they would occupy her and keep her quiet. Ariana was a good baby and wasn’t prone to outbursts of noise. Clint had noticed that she tended to be happiest when either he or Natasha kept her close. To Natasha’s amusement, she’d shown a preference for him.
“Where should we go?” Clint asked as he wiggled his way into the vent. “And who should we go spy on? Mommy’s gone so we can’t bother her for today.”
Ariana had obviously taken his cautions about being quiet to heart because her babble had fallen silent. She was still tugging on things though so he didn’t worry as he began to crawl through the vent. He’d practiced with her, taking her into smaller and smaller areas until he knew she wouldn’t freak out in the dark or enclosed spaces. She was definitely his daughter since she seemed to thrive in the environments. He’d long ago marked the ducts he most commonly used so that he could find his way through them. He’d also stashed supplies; including a Nerf bow not far from his most logical entrances.
Now he scooped up the bow and quiver from his stash, having to adjust his carry because of Ariana. It was good practice though in case he had to evac with her in a carry. Checking the notations he’d made on the walls, he swung left when he got to the next junction to head towards the upper levels. “You want to say hi to Agent Hill, don’t you, Button?” he asked as he reached the ladder and started to climb.
Ariana cooed in response and tugged on one of the toys, almost pulling it loose. He paused to reattach it, checking the others, and then continued his climb. They reached the pinnacle and he hauled himself up and over the bar there. In theory it was supposed to keep people from using the vents as passageways, but it had never stopped him. Once over the bar, it was an easy wiggle (even encumbered with Ariana) to get his body moving down the corridor again. He didn’t have to check up here, he knew which way to head to find Hill’s office.
The air ducts weren’t quite big enough for him to kneel, but he could crawl on hands and knees and he made good time to his destination. He and Hill had an on-going competition to see which of them could catch each other out. At the moment he was a point up. But it wasn’t like they were keeping score or anything.
Reaching the grate that covered the vent above Hill’s office, he paused. He already knew she would be in there; it was the time of day when she reviewed files if they weren’t out on a mission. To be sure, he peeked through the vent and spied on her. She was seated at the desk, her dark hair bent over paperwork. For a paperless society, SHIELD was still remarkably dependent on the stuff.
Grinning to himself, he nimbly opened the vent, setting it silently aside. Sliding the bow and an arrow from where he’d stored them, he lined up and let it fly; hitting her left shoulder. It wasn’t a kill shot, but if it had been a real arrow; she would have lost the use of that arm.
Hill looked down as she felt the impact of the projectile. “Damn it, Barton!”
Clint grinned at her response, grabbing the edge of the vent, and flipping himself around so he was hanging upside down and halfway into the room. “That was just to get your attention. Ariana wanted to say hi. Say hi to Agent Hill, Button.”
“Barton, are you insane? You’re going to drop that kid on her head and give her more brain damage than she already has being half yours!”
“Nah, she’s anchored pretty good. The idea is for me to be able to move around without losing her.”
She removed the Nerf arrow and held it up for him to see. “And the idea behind this? Did you actually miss, Agent Barton?”
“I don’t miss, Agent Hill. I hit exactly what I was aiming at. Incapacitating, non-lethal shot. Sometimes I don’t have to kill my target. Besides if I’d hit you in the breast, Tasha would kill me and frankly? I’m more scared of her.”
“You. Are a menace.”
Clint’s grin widened. “At your service. And now…” He reached for the edge of the opening. “I’ve got more mayhem to create.”
“Barton…what are you…” She shot to her feet as he disappeared back into the vents. “What the hell are you planning, Barton?”
“Don’t worry,” his voice floated back. “I won’t leave any bodies in my wake.”
“That’s not really a comfort!” His chuckle carried back through the vents to her and she dropped into her chair. “This is not going to end well.”
Clint stifled his laughter once he got farther down the shaft. It wouldn’t do him any good if he alerted his next targets that he was on his way. He paused at the first junction where he could sit up fully and settled in, reaching around to unhook Ariana from his back. After a quick check to make sure she didn’t need anything and hadn’t suffered from his gymnastics, he stuck her pacifier in her mouth before getting her resettled.
He didn’t have a plan of action, exactly, for his next move, but he did know he wanted to cause chaos and confusion in the break room. The best way to do that was to move fast and not get caught as he created his mayhem.
Clint couldn’t take his usual route to the break room for the junior agents because he wasn’t able to do as many acrobatics with Ariana on his back. Even though he knew she wouldn’t fall and she enjoyed the flipping; she just had a habit of squealing when he did. And that wasn’t a good idea when he was aiming for stealth.
Although it took a little longer, he was soon lying prone above the break room and studying the groups of agents seated at the tables and milling around. He knew that if he used the bow—even the Nerf bow—they would instantly know it was him and most likely come after him. With that in mind, he squirmed around until he could reach into his pocket and withdraw the slingshot he had stashed there. Another wiggle and he was able to free the pouch that held his ammunition. He set the slingshot and pouch next to the grate and carefully began to undo the screws holding it in place.
Setting it aside, he examined the flow of traffic in the room for another minute before picking up the slingshot and digging in his pouch for a handful of ammunition. He dropped the handful of mini-marshmallows within easy reach, keeping one back to fire. “Watch this, Button,” he whispered, before rising up enough that he could fire into the room.
Within minutes, the men and women in the room were scrambling around; hands smacking at the tiny, stinging projectiles that hit and bounced. They cried out and yelled, wondering where the shots were coming from. But none of them ever looked up.
Clint bit his lip, stifling a laugh as two agents tripped over a bench, almost colliding heads. Another knocked over a chair before crawling underneath a table. Clint couldn’t resist and fired a marshmallow at the man’s ass. He yelped and hit his head on the underside of the table. When one of the women fought her way free of the chaos and headed for the door, clearly heading for help, Clint backed up. “Time to go, Button. Wanna visit Uncle Coulson?”
Coulson didn’t look up from the file he was reading as he heard something thump softly on the other side of the room. He waited a minute and when no other sound was forthcoming, he spoke, “You really need to stop terrorizing the junior agents.”
“It keeps them on their toes,” Clint responded. “You never know what sort of attack they might face.”
“And one of these days someone is going to tase you in response to your little strafing runs.” Coulson finally looked up from his file and discovered Clint had taken up residence on the couch, Ariana cradled in his arms. “And probably injure my goddaughter while you’re at it. Give her to me.”
“They’ve gotta catch me first. She’s fine.”
“What were you thinking? What happens to my goddaughter if you get hit with that many volts of electricity while you have her?”
“It’s rubberized.”
For a minute, Coulson just stared at him. “Give me Ariana,” he stated.
“Button, do you want to go see Uncle Coulson?” Clint asked. “He’s being mean to Daddy.” Ariana cooed in response, reaching out towards the other man. “Oh, I see how it is. Fine then.” With a put-upon sigh, Clint passed her over to the other man.
“What did your daddy do to you? Huh, Ari?” Coulson examined the snuggie that encased Ariana, finding the straps that had her locked in and quickly freeing her. The baby kicked her legs as he settled her on his lap. “Well, she does seem protected,” he admitted.
“Did you really think I would put her in danger?” Clint asked.
“I think you sometimes aren’t as cautious as you should be in certain situations, but you would never knowingly put Ariana in danger.”
Seemingly satisfied with this explanation, Clint sat back on the couch. After a minute, he fished a bottle out of one of his pockets and handed it to Coulson. “I would do everything in my power to protect her. You know that.”
“I do. I also know you were causing chaos with the junior agents.”
Clint grinned at that. “Ariana likes it. She likes the ducts, too.”
“She likes the ducts?”
“Yeah. She gets all quiet and coos. It’s the most awesome thing.”
Coulson shook his head. “Definitely your daughter. Just do me a favor? Don’t jump off any buildings with her.”
“I think Tasha would kill me for that,” Clint admitted.
“Most likely,” Coulson responded mildly. “She should be home tonight.”
“Are you supposed to tell me that?”
“No, but if it’ll keep you from terrorizing the junior agents some more…” He shifted Ariana to his shoulder. “Cloth?” When Clint handed it over, he began patting the little girl on her back. “I’d really rather you didn’t teach my goddaughter to pick on them.”
“These are skills she’ll need,” Clint insisted. “And I need to know I can move with her on my back.”
“How long do you think you’ll be able to transport her like that?”
“I can move easily with up to fifty pounds on my back.” Clint reached over and ran a finger down her cheek. “Once she gets a little older I’ll teach her to hang onto me on her own. She’s already got a pretty good grip.”
“Good girl,” Coulson praised as Ariana let out a belch. He shook his head as she repeated the sound a second later. “Absolutely your daughter.” Shifting her, he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Think you can keep your daddy out of trouble until Mommy gets home?” he asked as she grabbed for his tie.
“How do you know she’s not giving me the ideas?” Clint demanded.
“Because she’s also Natasha’s daughter and I refuse to believe that she does not have some influence over the two of you.” Gently he untangled Ariana’s fingers from his tie and handed her over to Clint. “Try to stay out of trouble for the rest of the evening.”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Clint snapped off.
“Not funny, Barton.”
Clint lifted Ariana’s hand to wave at him. “Say bye-bye to Uncle Coulson, Ariana.”
“Good-bye, Ari,” Coulson told her, a slight smile on his face.
Clint grinned as Ariana cooed in response. “She says bye.” Swinging her around, he headed out of the office. A moment later, he stuck his head back in. “Dinner with us all tomorrow night?”
“Good. Bye. Barton,” Coulson replied.
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Clint was attempting to get Ariana to eat her cereal that evening when he felt two small hands press down on his shoulders. Only familiarity with the hands prevented him from grabbing her wrists and throwing her to the ground. “Welcome home,” he commented. “You want to see if you can get your daughter to eat?”
Natasha leaned over to kiss Ariana before pulling back and kissing him. “Is she no longer Daddy’s girl? That didn’t take long.”
Clint dropped the spoon in the bowl and then quickly moved it out of Ariana’s reach, having learned his lesson early on. “Apparently she’s not hungry tonight.”
“Or she had too much excitement today.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, dropping into his lap. “Air ducts, Barton? Attacking Hill? The junior agents? And Coulson?”
“Hey! She likes the air ducts! And I didn’t attack Coulson; we just went to visit him. Plus I only injured Hill; it wasn’t a kill shot.”
“And the junior agents?”
Clint grinned. “Now that was just plain fun.”
Natasha looked at their daughter, who was watching the two of them with interest. “Sometimes, dyetka, I’m not sure which one of you is the child.”
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Ariana Barton, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, various junior agents
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Natasha told Clint to entertain Ariana while she was away; this is probably not what she had in mind.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Clint is a menace, but he loves his little girl; junior agents are target practice, Tasha should know better than to leave them alone; acrobatics are fun
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this. Not even Ariana belongs to me; she is absolutely Daddy’s Girl.
Author's Note: And another one done and posted…one more to go but it’ll go up tomorrow cause I need sleep. Thanks again, whogeek!
Three and a half years Prior to the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
“You want to go exploring with Daddy, right, Button?” Clint asked as he examined the snuggie he had redesigned for use when he had Ariana for the day. “Mommy left you with me. And I think we should go climbing.”
Ariana kicked her legs, gurgling in response. She’d rolled from her stomach onto her back as he spoke and she waved her arms at him. “Da. Da. Da.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised her. Lifting her easily from the crib, he checked her diaper before picking up the snuggie. “See this? Daddy got this so you can go exploring with him. You just go in here like that and then we fix this…” He slipped her into the carrier before settling her on his back. “You good there, Button?”
A happy chortle was her response and he took that as an affirmative. Stretching his leg, he boosted himself up onto the table, using it as a step to reach the grate above his head. “Here we go. Gotta keep quiet now. We’re being stealthy.”
A small hand grabbed onto his shirt, gripping tightly, and he grinned as he squirmed his way into the duct. He’d already measured and double-checked to make sure he’d fit with Ariana on his back so he wasn’t worried about hitting her head. His only concern was her reaching out and grabbing something. So far she only seemed interested in his shirt and the carabineers he’d clipped on to keep her occupied.
He’d picked a few of her favorite toys and hooked them to the carabineers, hoping they would occupy her and keep her quiet. Ariana was a good baby and wasn’t prone to outbursts of noise. Clint had noticed that she tended to be happiest when either he or Natasha kept her close. To Natasha’s amusement, she’d shown a preference for him.
“Where should we go?” Clint asked as he wiggled his way into the vent. “And who should we go spy on? Mommy’s gone so we can’t bother her for today.”
Ariana had obviously taken his cautions about being quiet to heart because her babble had fallen silent. She was still tugging on things though so he didn’t worry as he began to crawl through the vent. He’d practiced with her, taking her into smaller and smaller areas until he knew she wouldn’t freak out in the dark or enclosed spaces. She was definitely his daughter since she seemed to thrive in the environments. He’d long ago marked the ducts he most commonly used so that he could find his way through them. He’d also stashed supplies; including a Nerf bow not far from his most logical entrances.
Now he scooped up the bow and quiver from his stash, having to adjust his carry because of Ariana. It was good practice though in case he had to evac with her in a carry. Checking the notations he’d made on the walls, he swung left when he got to the next junction to head towards the upper levels. “You want to say hi to Agent Hill, don’t you, Button?” he asked as he reached the ladder and started to climb.
Ariana cooed in response and tugged on one of the toys, almost pulling it loose. He paused to reattach it, checking the others, and then continued his climb. They reached the pinnacle and he hauled himself up and over the bar there. In theory it was supposed to keep people from using the vents as passageways, but it had never stopped him. Once over the bar, it was an easy wiggle (even encumbered with Ariana) to get his body moving down the corridor again. He didn’t have to check up here, he knew which way to head to find Hill’s office.
The air ducts weren’t quite big enough for him to kneel, but he could crawl on hands and knees and he made good time to his destination. He and Hill had an on-going competition to see which of them could catch each other out. At the moment he was a point up. But it wasn’t like they were keeping score or anything.
Reaching the grate that covered the vent above Hill’s office, he paused. He already knew she would be in there; it was the time of day when she reviewed files if they weren’t out on a mission. To be sure, he peeked through the vent and spied on her. She was seated at the desk, her dark hair bent over paperwork. For a paperless society, SHIELD was still remarkably dependent on the stuff.
Grinning to himself, he nimbly opened the vent, setting it silently aside. Sliding the bow and an arrow from where he’d stored them, he lined up and let it fly; hitting her left shoulder. It wasn’t a kill shot, but if it had been a real arrow; she would have lost the use of that arm.
Hill looked down as she felt the impact of the projectile. “Damn it, Barton!”
Clint grinned at her response, grabbing the edge of the vent, and flipping himself around so he was hanging upside down and halfway into the room. “That was just to get your attention. Ariana wanted to say hi. Say hi to Agent Hill, Button.”
“Barton, are you insane? You’re going to drop that kid on her head and give her more brain damage than she already has being half yours!”
“Nah, she’s anchored pretty good. The idea is for me to be able to move around without losing her.”
She removed the Nerf arrow and held it up for him to see. “And the idea behind this? Did you actually miss, Agent Barton?”
“I don’t miss, Agent Hill. I hit exactly what I was aiming at. Incapacitating, non-lethal shot. Sometimes I don’t have to kill my target. Besides if I’d hit you in the breast, Tasha would kill me and frankly? I’m more scared of her.”
“You. Are a menace.”
Clint’s grin widened. “At your service. And now…” He reached for the edge of the opening. “I’ve got more mayhem to create.”
“Barton…what are you…” She shot to her feet as he disappeared back into the vents. “What the hell are you planning, Barton?”
“Don’t worry,” his voice floated back. “I won’t leave any bodies in my wake.”
“That’s not really a comfort!” His chuckle carried back through the vents to her and she dropped into her chair. “This is not going to end well.”
Clint stifled his laughter once he got farther down the shaft. It wouldn’t do him any good if he alerted his next targets that he was on his way. He paused at the first junction where he could sit up fully and settled in, reaching around to unhook Ariana from his back. After a quick check to make sure she didn’t need anything and hadn’t suffered from his gymnastics, he stuck her pacifier in her mouth before getting her resettled.
He didn’t have a plan of action, exactly, for his next move, but he did know he wanted to cause chaos and confusion in the break room. The best way to do that was to move fast and not get caught as he created his mayhem.
Clint couldn’t take his usual route to the break room for the junior agents because he wasn’t able to do as many acrobatics with Ariana on his back. Even though he knew she wouldn’t fall and she enjoyed the flipping; she just had a habit of squealing when he did. And that wasn’t a good idea when he was aiming for stealth.
Although it took a little longer, he was soon lying prone above the break room and studying the groups of agents seated at the tables and milling around. He knew that if he used the bow—even the Nerf bow—they would instantly know it was him and most likely come after him. With that in mind, he squirmed around until he could reach into his pocket and withdraw the slingshot he had stashed there. Another wiggle and he was able to free the pouch that held his ammunition. He set the slingshot and pouch next to the grate and carefully began to undo the screws holding it in place.
Setting it aside, he examined the flow of traffic in the room for another minute before picking up the slingshot and digging in his pouch for a handful of ammunition. He dropped the handful of mini-marshmallows within easy reach, keeping one back to fire. “Watch this, Button,” he whispered, before rising up enough that he could fire into the room.
Within minutes, the men and women in the room were scrambling around; hands smacking at the tiny, stinging projectiles that hit and bounced. They cried out and yelled, wondering where the shots were coming from. But none of them ever looked up.
Clint bit his lip, stifling a laugh as two agents tripped over a bench, almost colliding heads. Another knocked over a chair before crawling underneath a table. Clint couldn’t resist and fired a marshmallow at the man’s ass. He yelped and hit his head on the underside of the table. When one of the women fought her way free of the chaos and headed for the door, clearly heading for help, Clint backed up. “Time to go, Button. Wanna visit Uncle Coulson?”
Coulson didn’t look up from the file he was reading as he heard something thump softly on the other side of the room. He waited a minute and when no other sound was forthcoming, he spoke, “You really need to stop terrorizing the junior agents.”
“It keeps them on their toes,” Clint responded. “You never know what sort of attack they might face.”
“And one of these days someone is going to tase you in response to your little strafing runs.” Coulson finally looked up from his file and discovered Clint had taken up residence on the couch, Ariana cradled in his arms. “And probably injure my goddaughter while you’re at it. Give her to me.”
“They’ve gotta catch me first. She’s fine.”
“What were you thinking? What happens to my goddaughter if you get hit with that many volts of electricity while you have her?”
“It’s rubberized.”
For a minute, Coulson just stared at him. “Give me Ariana,” he stated.
“Button, do you want to go see Uncle Coulson?” Clint asked. “He’s being mean to Daddy.” Ariana cooed in response, reaching out towards the other man. “Oh, I see how it is. Fine then.” With a put-upon sigh, Clint passed her over to the other man.
“What did your daddy do to you? Huh, Ari?” Coulson examined the snuggie that encased Ariana, finding the straps that had her locked in and quickly freeing her. The baby kicked her legs as he settled her on his lap. “Well, she does seem protected,” he admitted.
“Did you really think I would put her in danger?” Clint asked.
“I think you sometimes aren’t as cautious as you should be in certain situations, but you would never knowingly put Ariana in danger.”
Seemingly satisfied with this explanation, Clint sat back on the couch. After a minute, he fished a bottle out of one of his pockets and handed it to Coulson. “I would do everything in my power to protect her. You know that.”
“I do. I also know you were causing chaos with the junior agents.”
Clint grinned at that. “Ariana likes it. She likes the ducts, too.”
“She likes the ducts?”
“Yeah. She gets all quiet and coos. It’s the most awesome thing.”
Coulson shook his head. “Definitely your daughter. Just do me a favor? Don’t jump off any buildings with her.”
“I think Tasha would kill me for that,” Clint admitted.
“Most likely,” Coulson responded mildly. “She should be home tonight.”
“Are you supposed to tell me that?”
“No, but if it’ll keep you from terrorizing the junior agents some more…” He shifted Ariana to his shoulder. “Cloth?” When Clint handed it over, he began patting the little girl on her back. “I’d really rather you didn’t teach my goddaughter to pick on them.”
“These are skills she’ll need,” Clint insisted. “And I need to know I can move with her on my back.”
“How long do you think you’ll be able to transport her like that?”
“I can move easily with up to fifty pounds on my back.” Clint reached over and ran a finger down her cheek. “Once she gets a little older I’ll teach her to hang onto me on her own. She’s already got a pretty good grip.”
“Good girl,” Coulson praised as Ariana let out a belch. He shook his head as she repeated the sound a second later. “Absolutely your daughter.” Shifting her, he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Think you can keep your daddy out of trouble until Mommy gets home?” he asked as she grabbed for his tie.
“How do you know she’s not giving me the ideas?” Clint demanded.
“Because she’s also Natasha’s daughter and I refuse to believe that she does not have some influence over the two of you.” Gently he untangled Ariana’s fingers from his tie and handed her over to Clint. “Try to stay out of trouble for the rest of the evening.”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Clint snapped off.
“Not funny, Barton.”
Clint lifted Ariana’s hand to wave at him. “Say bye-bye to Uncle Coulson, Ariana.”
“Good-bye, Ari,” Coulson told her, a slight smile on his face.
Clint grinned as Ariana cooed in response. “She says bye.” Swinging her around, he headed out of the office. A moment later, he stuck his head back in. “Dinner with us all tomorrow night?”
“Good. Bye. Barton,” Coulson replied.
Clint was attempting to get Ariana to eat her cereal that evening when he felt two small hands press down on his shoulders. Only familiarity with the hands prevented him from grabbing her wrists and throwing her to the ground. “Welcome home,” he commented. “You want to see if you can get your daughter to eat?”
Natasha leaned over to kiss Ariana before pulling back and kissing him. “Is she no longer Daddy’s girl? That didn’t take long.”
Clint dropped the spoon in the bowl and then quickly moved it out of Ariana’s reach, having learned his lesson early on. “Apparently she’s not hungry tonight.”
“Or she had too much excitement today.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, dropping into his lap. “Air ducts, Barton? Attacking Hill? The junior agents? And Coulson?”
“Hey! She likes the air ducts! And I didn’t attack Coulson; we just went to visit him. Plus I only injured Hill; it wasn’t a kill shot.”
“And the junior agents?”
Clint grinned. “Now that was just plain fun.”
Natasha looked at their daughter, who was watching the two of them with interest. “Sometimes, dyetka, I’m not sure which one of you is the child.”
