Life
By: MysticFantasy
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Disclaimer: (I own no part of this movie or the characters in it.)
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Chapter 1-Babysitting
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"Just let me check one more thing..."
"No." Tony insisted as he blocked Natasha's path to the hallway that led to the nursery. "You agreed to this."
"After much arm twisting." Bruce added with a smirk.
"You guys need this night alone together." Tony continued. "We can handle James until you get back."
"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked, his eyes down the hall toward his son's nursery.
"I'll keep an eye on Tony if it makes you guys feel better." Bruce said.
"It would." Natasha said. "Although I'm sure a good threat will keep Tony in line. Should anything happen to my son, this will be your last night on Earth."
"A glare alone will make me behave." Tony said taking a step back from the protective mother. "Come on guys. This is my little baby nephew. You know that the only thing I will allow to happen to him is he gets too much attention and turns out more spoiled than me."
"I'm going to let that slip for now." Natasha said.
"Fine. Now get going you two. Have fun. Relax. Stop global threat. Just have a good time. James will be fine. Especially with bird brain watching over him." Tony said.
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"I wonder how quick you'll master sneaking out of the house." Clint said softly as he looked down into the crib as the infant slept soundly. "With me training you, I'm sure it'll be quick and at an early age. Your mom and dad are going to kill me."
"Clint." a voice whispered.
The archer turned toward the door to see Tony quietly walking over.
"He asleep?"
"Yep. Sleeps like his dad." Clint answered. "Or like you after a night of serious drinking."
"Hey, I haven't touched the stuff since the kid was born." Tony reminded. "Man, was that an awesome celebration party."
"Amen." Clint agreed before looking back down at his godson.
"Let's go and let him sleep." Tony said. "Jarvis, keep watch and let us know if anything changes in this room."
"Yes sir."
"I don't feel right leaving him alone like this." Clint said as he followed Tony.
"Hey, Jarvis is like the worlds best baby monitor. He'll let us know if the kid even yawns while he sleeps. He's fine. Plus I added extra security to the nursery before he was brought home." Tony said closing the door halfway.
"Guess that would be the only thing to make Natasha feel a little better about leaving him with us for the night." Clint figured.
"I think she added her own security details though." Tony said. "Plus, who would be dumb enough to try to even step foot into the nursery of the child belonging to Black Widow and Captain America while the Avengers were around?"
"Good point."
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Steve reached over and took hold of Natasha's hand. She'd been tapping her fingers on the table top since the waiter had left.
"I can't help it Steve." she said holding his hand in hers.
"I understand." Steve replied. "I feel the same. This is the first time we've ever been away from our baby since he was born. But he's in good hands. If we learned one thing it's that we know that Clint, Tony, Bruce and Thor will buckle down and do anything for James."
Natasha lightly smiled.
"They do take really good care of him." she agreed. "And Tony really did a great job with all that security he installed."
"I know." Steve said with a smile. "James is safe and taken care of with them. We shouldn't worry. Too much."
"Easier said than done." Natasha lightly stated.
"I know." Steve admitted.
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"Sir, it's time for young Mater Rogers' formula."
"Thank you Jarvis." Tony said as a warmed up bottle of formula was handed to him by dummy.
"Let me do that Tony." Clint said taking the bottle.
"No fair." Tony playfully pouted.
"Hey, would you rather be the one who he spits up on?"
"There's fresh towels next to the crib." Tony said as he gave Clint a quick pat on the back.
Clint smirked. If there was one thing Tony didn't like about babies, it was the spit up that happened almost every time they were fed.
The archer walked down the hall and went into the nursery just as James was starting to wake up with soft whimpers.
"Hey kiddo." Clint said softly as he carefully picked up the infant and held him protectively in his arms as he sat on the rocking chair. "It's alright. I got you. I bet you're just hungry. You probably got your daddies appetite."
Clint adjusted the infant and allowed him to drink his formula.
"I bet you're gonna grow up to be big and strong like thim too. Saving everyone, beating the bad guys...If your mother lets you of course. I bet you'll get by her though. You are her son after all. Sneaking around is going to be in your blood. Boy, I can't wait to see you in action when you're older. You're gonna make me look like an old man."
James' only reply to anything Clint had said was a small burp before he continued drinking his milk.
Clint simply chuckled at his godson.