Tumblr drabble prompt: Clintasha is put in an awkward situation when their daughters asks how they met.
"Daddy? Where did you and Mama meet?" the little girl in my arms said. We were curled up in mine and Natasha's bed, reading princess storybooks and waiting for her mother to come from a mission.
I hesitated; not wanting to tell her the truth for a four-year-old's mind couldn't wrap itself around the technicalities that explained why Nat used to work for the 'baddies.'
"Well sweetie, I was sent on a mission to rescue Mama from the baddies and bring her back to work with me and Uncle Nicky," I said vaguely, though from the way she was yawning she was too sleepy to care anyways.
"Mmm, like Prince Charming?" she whispered as I gently laid her down next to me on the bed and made to lie next to her.
"Exactly, honey," I said softly, lifting my arm to wrap itself around her as she shifted to snuggle herself against my side.
"Is Mama your princess Daddy?" she asked, her big, green eyes turning up to look at me and reminding me of the woman we were waiting to return.
"No, baby. You're my princess, Mama's the queen," I said.