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This is the story of five grown up people who were barely grown up enough to look after another person. It is the story of a bumbling genius, of the archer who is struck by an arrow to the heart, of the Captain who thought he had seen it all but had never seen anything, of the cold widow who melted and of the doctor who soothed his inner monster. This is the story of the genius who learnt what he did not know, of the remarkable marksman who found himself struck down by a look, of the Captain who saw for the first time the smile of a child, of the widow who melted with a touch of a little hand clasping her finger and of the doctor who felt empathy when holding in his arms such fragile, small and helpless little thing. This is her story and how her life has changed (even before she knew anything about life) when Fury said "She will have a home.".
A rookie Agent stood outside the aircraft; its engine was working and it was ready to take off. Agent Barton rushed to the aircraft. He was given a mission by Fury, which would be explained to him on the way to New York. Both he and the rookie entered the aircraft and it immediately lifted off.
"So, what's this mission Fury has for me?"
"I'll be briefing you in in a while, Agent Barton. We're on the way to pick up another Agent."
"Natasha." He muttered, looking down the window.
"Yes, Agent Romanoff."
The rest of the flight was quiet. Clint doesn't appreciate talking much with people he's not familiar with, even worst with rookie Agents. The aircraft landed on Osaka International Airport on a special runway left for S.H.I.E.L.D to use at the moment. Natasha awaited for quite a while now and once the aircraft landed, she started walking towards it. The rookie Agent opened the door and Clint saw her red curls being waved with the wind. She took a seat next to Clint, in front of the other Agent, and fastened the seatbelt as they were up in the air again.
"Everything's alright, Agent Romanoff?"
Natasha glared the young man and spoke. "Hush before I throw you off board."
The man chuckled a little, considering it a joke. "You wouldn't-"
"And that's how Agent Fitzgerald got three broken ribs and a facial trauma from hitting on the runway…" Clint explained. He noticed Natasha was upset. He knew by now that her mission hadn't been very successful. "First rule, rookie: If Agent Romanoff has this look on her face, do not talk to her. Don't even dare to breathe around her or else breathing will be the last thing you might do. Now tell us the mission, will you?"
The man coughed and quickly caught a look of Natasha's face who wasn't very pleased. "Well, your mission will take about a week, that's just until Agent Turner completes her mission and then proceeds with it on her own."
"And what exactly is our mission?"
"Uhm," The man cleared his throat, trying to find the best words. "babysitting-"
"Oh no, not Stark again!" Natasha grumbled.
"It's an actual baby, Agent." Clint and Natasha don't even breathe for a second there. "A three-months-old girl to be precise. We don't have many details by now but the child appears to have genetic mutations. Agent Turner has accepted the mission of accompanying that child in the wisest way possible until she hits age of majority."
"That's…" Clint started. "That takes guts. It's a long term mission."
"It's not that hard. It's just a child, Clint." Natasha stated. "How harmful and difficult it might be taking care of a child who fits in a romper suit?"
"You've obviously have never watched Chucky. Besides, the kid will grow up." Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. "Where will we be staying?"
"Stark Tower, Agent Barton."
"What? Tony's gonna be a part of this?" Natasha inquired, intrigued, already figuring the amount of trouble it'd be to deal with big-baby Tony.
"All Avengers were summoned to this mission."
"It's just a kid!" Clint said and Natasha gazed him with that look because he was just agreeing with what she had said before. "Why calling everyone?"
"Mr. Fury said he'd like the child to outlive for the week." The two were ready to talk back but the rookie was faster. "It's nothing personal, Agents. Mr. Fury just wanted to be extra sure that the child would be alright."
"Yeah, like we'd rip the kid apart or something." Clint mumbled looking out the window.
"Mr. Stark was warned about the mission as well and everything that may be needed was already dropped off at the Tower. Dr. Banner will be arriving later and Mr. Rogers will be soon arriving to New York too. In the meantime when we land you'll be handed the package and you'll be escorted to the Stark Tower."
When Tony opened the door he was already aware who it'd be. Yet, the family picturesque portrait presented before his eyes was enough for him to joke. But the vision was somehow sweet too; it appeared to be a real family standing in front of him. Clint was holding the baby in his arms, wrapped in a pink blanket, and when he opened the door Natasha turned serious, she who was smiling because of something that Clint said.
"Oh Jeez, he is in his underwear!" Clint grumbled right away.
Natasha, on the other hand, was calm. "Not a surprise."
"Oh, I believe I forgot to congratulate you guys." Tony joked, letting them in. "I must say the girl looks so much like you two."
"Why are you in your underwear?"
"Freedom, my archer friend, freedom."
"Pepper's not home, is she?" Natasha guessed.
"Nope. But please feel free to enjoy freedom like me. Preferably you, Agent Romanoff."
"Would you like a punch in the face instead?"
"Put on some clothes, for Christ's sake." Clint asked, avoiding looking at Tony.
"Alright if it bothers you so much."
As Tony went on to put on some clothes, Clint and Natasha were left in the living room. At that time the elevator doors open and Steve came out, looking around like a kid, bewildered and fascinated. His eyes stop on the couple standing there, looking at him, and mostly his gaze is on the bundle on Clint's arms. Steve didn't know yet about the mission.
"What… How long ha-?"
"It's not ours." Natasha explained. "But it is our mission for the week."
Tony showed up next to them again, greeting. "Captain."
"Mr. Stark." The other answered, as polite as always.
"So…" Tony continued looking at everyone, especially at the baby. "a week, uh? Well, have fun you guys-"
"Hold it up, Stark." Steve spoke stopping Tony who was ready to walk away. "We're all in this together."
"And yet I'm the one who's still holding the kid!" Clint said, trying to offer the girl to somebody else.
"I help with everything but I won't hold her." Natasha warned off.
"Yeah, me neither," Steve agreed. "kids tend to have an averse reaction when I hold them."
"Children sense fear." Tony explained. "Be calm."
"Alright, then you hold her for a while too." Clint asked again.
"I, uh, don't like being handed things."
"Relax, Clint" Natasha told him. "you're doing fine. She's so quite in your arms. I think she likes it there."
Clint looked at the baby on his arms and asked. "Can somebody then please assure that she's just sleeping and is not dead?"
They all look at the baby girl, peacefully sleeping in the arms of the archer. She did really like being in Clint's arms because before he got to hold her, she was whimpering and fidgeting in the arms of the other Agent.
Tony beckoned Clint and he followed after him. He showed him the crib that had been dropped off at the Tower earlier that day. Steve and Natasha also followed after the two men and once Clint laid her down on the crib, the four looked at the baby girl sleeping, slowly sucking on the green pacifier.
"I anticipate it to be a fun week." Tony spoke.
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