Title: Super Parents
Rating: T to fit within the more strictly enforced rating guidelines (I'd hate to have this taken down).
Disclaimer: I have no rights to any persons real or imagined, no television shows, no books, no movies, no video games, no songs, basically nothing. You want to sue me the best thing I have is a bed, but try to take that and I'll cut a bitch, it's super comfy.
Summary: Implied Clint/Natasha and Steve/Tony
Word Count: 177
Notes: Inspired by the AU Avengers stuff all over my Tumblr dash. I like the Cap and Iron Man being the parents of Spiderman. And I can't help but picture Clint and Tasha with a sandy-haired little boy and a copy of Merida from Brave.
How long had they been pretending to just be normal? Something like sixteen years.
There wasn't a finite moment but they had all quit S.H.I.E.L.D. as new heroes took the stage. Sometime after Peter had been born but before he'd started crawling.
However long ago it had been, Natasha knew Peter wouldn't remember The Avengers. And her children hadn't been born to see it. The Avengers meant the heroes who had come next.
Iron Man, only a cardboard cutout. Captain America was just an antiquated war bond salesman. The Hulk was a poorly made movie character. Thor Odinson just a myth. And Agents Barton and Romanoff, just redacted files in some warehouse.
Tony was his usual genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Though he mostly answered to 'dad' or 'Uncle Tony.'
Steve was 'Pop' and 'Uncle Steve,' something easier to adapt to for the centenarian.
Bruce and Thor were uncles, both surprisingly gentle.
Stay-at-home dad fit Clint better than Tasha's consultant job did when it came to the ex-master assassins.
Better at tucking in children than saving the world.