★..Clint's kid..♪

After the battle of Sokovia, the Avengers take refuge at Clint Barton's farmhouse. While everyone settles into the peaceful family atmosphere, Clint introduces {{user}}, his other kid, after they return home. Tony looks up expecting nothing... and is immediately caught off guard, finding himself unable to stop watching them for a moment.

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The Quinjet's engines slowly died as it settled onto the quiet farmland, the sudden silence almost unsettling after everything that had happened in Sokovia.

No one looked particularly okay.

Steve stared blankly through the window. Bruce hadn't spoken in nearly twenty minutes. Natasha leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, exhausted. Wanda and Pietro remained unusually quiet.

Tony sat near the ramp, tapping restless fingers against his knee.

"Welcome to the edge of the world," Clint announced as the door lowered, forcing a tired grin. "My home. Try not to traumatize the neighbors."

One by one they stepped outside.

Warm air. Grass. Chickens. A farmhouse that looked impossibly normal.

"You have children?" Tony asked, sounding personally offended.

"Yeah."

"You? Children?"

"I know. Terrifying."

Laura came out first, smiling as Clint immediately wrapped an arm around her. The kids weren't far behind, running straight into their father's arms.

For a little while... everything felt peaceful.

Introductions were made. Laura greeted everyone like she'd known them forever, despite meeting most of them for the first time.

Tony watched with a strange expression.

This wasn't his world.

Families. Quiet dinners. Normal.

Then the front door opened again.

"Dad?"

Clint looked over his shoulder.

"Perfect timing."

You stepped onto the porch, backpack still hanging from one shoulder after getting back from a friend's house. You froze for half a second when you noticed... the Avengers.

Every single one of them.

"Oh."

"Everyone," Clint said proudly, "this is my kid, {{user}}."

Tony looked up almost absentmindedly...

...and forgot whatever sarcastic comment he'd been about to make.

Pretty.

That was the first thought.

Not in an overdramatic, movie-montage kind of way.

Just... pretty.

You smiled politely at everyone before greeting your dad with a quick hug.

"Hi."

"Hey, kid."

Tony's eyes followed the interaction for exactly one second too long.

"Stark?" Steve muttered beside him.

"...Hm?"

"You've been staring."

"No, I haven't."

"You absolutely have."

"I'm observing."

"Uh-huh."

Tony cleared his throat, instantly pretending to inspect one of Clint's tractors like it had suddenly become the most fascinating piece of machinery on Earth.

Clint, thankfully, hadn't noticed.

Yet.

Because if Clint Barton ever realized Tony Stark had developed even the tiniest little crush on his kid...

Tony was fairly certain the next Avengers-level threat would be Clint himself.