Clint yawned loudly, stretching his arms widely as he sat up in bed one bright Saturday morning. Sunlight filtered in streaks through the white blinds covering the massive window of his suite, and the air conditioning kicked in, sending a blast of chilled air through the room.
"Sir, shall I turn the coffee pot on?" Jarvis hummed quietly from the ceiling, trying to be helpful. Clint yawned and cracked his fingers.
After surprising several people and nearly inciting panic attacks,Tony had been convinced to turn Jarvis's volume down in the mornings, a battle hard fought and finally won by the other Avengers.
"Yeah, Jarv, coffee sounds great... What's on the calendar today?" Clint asked, hopping nimbly out of bed and walking to the mirror to pick some grit out of his teeth.
"You're family is arriving at the tower in five minutes to visit." Jarvis announced as Clint's eyes widened in shock. His family! How on earth had he forgotten?
"Crud! Jarv, why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" Shouted the disgruntled archer as he tried to comb his unruly hair into submission before pulling the nearest tank top over his well toned chest. The closet was dark, and Clint hadn't really payed attention to the clothes he was randomly yanking out of the closet and working onto himself.
Clutching his phone between his teeth, Clint sat on the floor and yanked his socks on. After the socks came his boots, still muddy from the mission last night.
"You have threatened to disable me on many occasions for waking you up any earlier than eight A.M. I was merely complying with your wishes." The computer shot back smugly.
Having no response, Clint charged out the door, and down the hallway to the elevator.
"Third floor, hurry!" Shouted Clint desperately, gripping the hand rail in preparation.
The world dropped out from under him as the elevator sped downwards at breakneck speeds from the sixtieth floor where Clint, Banner, and Steve shared a room, to the third floor common room.
The door pinged open, and several of the Avengers already lounging in the common room looked up at the mess that was named Clint Barton. His hair was barely tamed, not to mention the fact that he was dressed in neon yellow pants, a purple tank top, with mismatched socks adorning both feet, one green and the other red. Tony who was nursing a cup of coffee glanced up at him and spewed the chocolate colored liquid onto Nat, who jumped in surprise.
"Tony!" She shrieked, staring down at herself, her stark white tank top now stained light brown. All anger at the inventor was forgotten as she focused her attention on what the billionaire was gawking at. She nearly dropped her cup of tea, staring in shock at the obviously oblivious archer.
"Ahem, Clint-" Steve spoke awkwardly. "I'm not sure if you.. uh... realized, but-."
"My family's getting here in like five minutes!" Clint cried in shock.
"Actually, Sir, they have just arrived at the first floor; I am bringing them up now." Jarvis announced in that cool and somewhat condescending voice the program often took when talking to Clint. The archer would swear that the computer had it out for him.
The elevator dinged, forcing Clint to whip around.
The door opened and four figures were revealed. A brown haired girl with her father's sharp eyes and a warm smile; a brown haired boy who looked to be roughly the same age; a brown haired woman, with a smile matching the girl's, and shoulder length brown hair; on the woman's hip was perched a brown haired toddler, with a massive toothy grin and a chubby face and arms.
"Daddy!" Both the older boy and girl shouted, barreling out of the elevator to wrap their arms around their father's legs.
The archer grinned widely, kneeling down and wrapping his arms tightly around both children, peppering their foreheads with kisses. "Hey, guys!" The archer grinned.
"Hello, Dear." Laura smiled, walking forwards with a surprised glance at the Avenger. "Um- is today wacky clothing day or something?" She asked rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.
Clint glanced down at himself in horror, immediately blushing as he realized just what it was he was wearing.
"Hey... aren't those my pants?" Natasha asked stepping forward.
"Um-"
"And that sock on your left foot is mine." Tony announced pointing to the red sock.
"Um- will you all excuse me... I have a god to-" Clint immediately stopped and glanced down at his kids. "Have a nice civil chat with." He growled, internally promising to murder Loki for the embarrassing mishap.
"Do not blame my brother ,Friend Barton, I was last in charge of laundry duty, and I may have accidentally mixed up some articles of clothing." Thor shouted from the kitchen, surprising Clint and making Laura giggle into her hand.
Clint shook his head, unsure whether or not the god of thunder was merely covering for the god of mischief. An awkward silence ensued until the archer placed a hand on each of his children's backs, and gave them a mock look of disappointment.
"Well, aren't you going to be polite and greet your aunt and uncles?" The archer chided Lila and Cooper as he scooped his youngest boy Nathaniel into his arms. The children quickly whipped around, all grins, and sped through the common room, greeting the Avengers.
"Auntie Nat!" Cooper, the boy, shouted, hurling himself at the assassin who scooped him up with a warm smile. "Have you been staying out of trouble?" She asked tapping the end of his nose.
The boy nodded and grinned, wrapping his arms around her neck before shifting to be put down.
"Uncle Tony, Uncle Steve!" Lila shouted, trying to wrap her small wiry arms around both of her "uncles." Steve and Tony compensated, wrapping the girl up in a small group hug.
"What? Nothing for your uncle Thor and I?" Bruce asked, emerging from the kitchen with a Stark tablet clamped under one arm and a cup of coffee in the other hand. Both kids laughed and carefully hugged Banner, not wanting to spill the warm liquid in his mug all over themselves.
Thor greeted both kids with a hug, and a pat on the back. "Greetings Bartonsdottir and Bartonson, you two have grown mightily since I have last seen you!" Smiled the thunderer, wrapping his muscular arms around both and giving them a patented Thor bear hug.
"Uncle Thor- I can't breath." Lila gasped weakly gripping his bicep with her scrawny hand. Chuckling, the thunderer pulled back and cupped the side of her cheek in a display of family affection; the same as he would often do to Loki. "Aye, young one, you have gotten taller."
Watching the Avengers talk and laugh with children made Laura smile as she wrapped an arm around Clint's shoulders and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Is he here?" She asked quietly, referring to the uncle that the children hadn't met yet.
"Yup." Clint smiled, kissing the top of his wife's head and rubbing her arm. "And he should be coming down in just a few-"
The elevator dinged once more, and all eyes turned to see Loki step off the contraption. He was wearing a long sleeved green shirt and loose fitting black pants; his black hair hanging loose, slightly wet and dripping. Loki was completely unprepared for the sight of the new arrivals. He froze instantly and stared at them, emerald green eyes widening slightly.
Realizing he was merely staring, Loki quickly began to mutter under his breath."Oh I didn't realize-" However, Clint waved a hand to cut the god off, before turning back to his children.
"Lila, Cooper, I want you to meet your uncle Loki." Clint smiled, stepping out of the way so his children could see the newest honorary uncle.
Both kids charged towards the startled god of mischief and wrapped their arms around his waist in greeting.
Still obviously stunned, the trickster stared down at them, pretty sure that his jaw had hit the floor already.
Finally the silver tongue found his voice. "Uncle Loki?"