Hey, so this came to me in class... Hope you like it :)
the avengers are not mine...
Clint Barton was at a loss for words. He had been happily sitting in his car, just waiting for his daughter, 15 year old Natalya Barton to get out of school, when she came, yanked the car door open, sat down, slammed it shut and burst into tears. Clint sat there, bewildered, and his mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. This was Pepper's department, but Clint had a feeling that handing his daughter off to Tony Stark's girlfriend was not a fatherly thing to do.
"What's wrong Tali?" Clint tried tentatively. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. He raised an eyebrow, not really sure what that meant, but she quickly backhanded the tears.
"I'm fine Dad," she managed to force out, before breaking down sobbing all over again. Clint reached over and stroked his daughter's fiery curls, which were a little less wild than her mother's.
"Natalya, tell me what's wrong," Clint pleaded, a little scared. He and Natasha had done their best to give their kids as normal a childhood as possible, but their children knew how to fight, hack, and numerous other things they had picked up from hanging around the Avengers. Clint wouldn't ever admit it, but his kids scared him slightly. Particularly Natalya, who took after her mother in so many ways.
She thrust a paper at him, still crying and he took it carefully. He gave his daughter a glance before looking at it. It was a test for Trigonometry, which Talya was taking in 10th grade, (she had skipped 9th grade), and there was a 67% in the corner. He looked at it, and told himself he would not laugh. His daughter was sobbing in the seat next to him, obviously in distress, so he would not laugh. But eventually he couldn't help it. He began to laugh.
"Dad!?" Talya cried, not appreciative. Clint shook his head, trying to control his mirth.
"I'm sorry," he managed to choke out. She scowled at him, and he waved the paper. "This is what you were worked up about?"
She gave him what Clint classified as one of her 'teenager glares' and nodded. Clint shook his head again.
"Natalya-" he broke off chuckling. "It's a single bad grade. Other than this, have you ever gotten anything less than an A?"
She shook her head, her curls falling into her face. Clint tucked one behind her ear and smiled at his daughter.
"Then I'm not worried. Plus you skipped a grade, and your taking trig early. Your mom and I could not be more proud of you."
Talya nodded and dried her tears. Clint started the car, proud of himself for averting the crisis.
"Knowing you like I do," Clint said as they drove to the Avengers tower, "you'll come up with some crazy way to make us even more proud."
"Dad?" she said after a long, long silence. He raised an eyebrow at her, and threw her a quick glance. "I'm still pissed at you for laughing."