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Title: Domestic Bliss
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Phillip Barton
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series:
Written For: irishjeeper/ k3nj1ph1
Prompt: This tumblr page, which was absolutely adorable
Summary: Just an average morning at the Barton/Romanov household.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Clint and Tasha’s mouths—probably not in the way you think, Adorableness, Silliness
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: So I saw the tumblr page or was linked to the tumblr page a few days ago, and thought it was adorable. I do have an on-going series with Clint and Tasha and their little girl (my Assassin baby fic) but I wanted to keep the little boy in this. So here ya go. And for irishjeeper because she probably gave me the link and she's having a rough moment.


Clint scooped up his phone from where it sat next to the griddle. “Joe’s Mortuary. You kill ‘em, we grill ‘em.” He grinned at Phillip, flipping a pancake, as he listened to Tony squawk on the other end of the phone. “Stark, if you don’t slow down, I won’t be able to tell you no.”

Natasha gave him an inquiring look as Clint rolled his eyes. ‘What does he want?’ she mouthed over Phillip’s head, tousling the boy’s hair as she took a seat at the counter.

Clint shrugged, finally figuring out that Stark was trying to get them to come down to the Tower. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said. “We need notice so we can get someone to watch Phillip.”

“Bring the kid with you,” Stark said.

“Yeah, that’s not happening. I am not exposing him to you anymore,” Clint replied.

“I’m offended by that,” Stark tried.

“I love you, too, Iron Ass,” Clint said and clicked the phone shut.

“What did that son of a bitch want now?” Natasha asked as Clint handed her a plate. She stared down at the plate as in unsure what had been placed in front of her.

Phillip piped up from his seat next to her, “Mommy, what’s a bitch?”

Natasha winced as she realized what Phillip had heard. “It’s a girl dog, honey.”

Phillip tilted his head, considering her words, before asking, “How can Uncle Tony’s mom be a dog?”

Natasha reached out and drew the bowl that had been sitting in front of Phillip closer to him. “Just finish the cereal Daddy made.”

“But…” Phillip started.

“Hey,” Clint interrupted him. “Listen to your mom, kiddo.”

Phillip dug into his oatmeal with a mulish look on his face. “I want pancakes.”

“Oatmeal’s good for you,” Natasha told him. “Eat half of it and you can have some pancakes.”

“Then can we go see Uncle Tony?” Phillip asked before shoving a big spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth.

“We’ll see,” Natasha told him, exchanging looks with Clint.

Phillip turned his attention back to his oatmeal as Clint brought his own plate over to the counter. “You sure that’s a good idea?” Clint asked.

“We’ll see,” Natasha said. Clint gave her a look, clearly not amused at being treated like their son.
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