Valentine's gift for Precious93 :)

Say Something

A hooded male figure climbed out of his car and looked around his surroundings. Deeming it safe he opened the back door and picked up a sleeping child out of the back seat. He pulled his child's hood and grabbed the blanket before shutting the door. He pressed his lips to his son's head and walked into the apartment block. He entered the elevator and pressed for the fifth floor.

His son stirred in his arms and wrapped his small arms around his neck. "Dada," he whimpered, pulling himself closer to his father. "Where we?" he asked sleepily.

"Hold on, Little Yastreb," he whispered kissing his son's head. "We're almost there."

"Okay," the two-year-old mumbled. His father pressed his lips to his son's head as the elevator doors opened. He walked out and followed Tony's instructions to the apartment. It was at the end of the hallway, furthest away from everyone. He shifted his son to his hip and knocked on the door twice.

It was a few minutes before the door opened, revealing a red-haired woman. "Clint. Erik," she breathed, surprise colouring her voice.

"Natasha," Clint replied, just as breathless as her.

Erik turned his head and smiled at Natasha. "Mama!" he cried out, reaching for his mother.

Natasha stepped forward and took Erik, pressing her lips to his head as he wrapped his small arms around her neck. "Erik. I missed you so much," she whispered hoarsely against her son's head.

"Missed you too, Mama," he whispered against her skin. "Why you go?"

"Work, moy yastreb," she whispered against his head. "But there wasn't a day where I didn't miss you and your Daddy."

Clint watched Natasha and Erik's reunion silently, smiling at the sight.

Natasha looked over at him, her eyes bright and watering.

Natasha set Erik down and let him wander around the apartment, his curiosity getting the better of him. Keeping an eye on her son, she turned to look at her husband.

Clint approached her slowly, raising a hand to cup her face.

"Go on, shout, scream, scream. Say something!" she begged, tears obvious in her voice, afraid of what he would do; not that he would physically attack her but words could be worse than a killer strike.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you," he whispered, surprising her. He leaned down and kissed her softly.

Natasha let him pull her closer, her arms going up to wrap around his neck. She broke the kiss and leaned her head against his. "I'm sorry, Clint," she whispered.

Clint shook his head. "Nick explained everything," he whispered. "But I had to see you. Erik needed to see you," he whispered.

Natasha nodded. "I missed you so much," she whispered, kissing him again.

Clint pulled her as close as he could. "I can't walk away from you. Nor let you walk away from Erik and I. Not again, Tasha," he whispered.

Natasha bit her lip and nodded. "Same here," she whispered, turning as Erik ran over to them. Clint lifted their son up so they could have a family hug.

"Not leaving Mama," Erik told them seriously.

Natasha looked at her husband. "You didn't bring anything with you by any chance, did you?" she asked.

Clint grinned. "I am your husband. And Erik's your son. I knew you wouldn't want us to leave. So I packed bags. And a mobile cot. And a bunch of toys."

Natasha smiled and took Erik in her arms. "You know me too well," she whispered, kissing Erik's head. She leaned against her husband's chest and held her son close. She had her family back with her…

So… How was this? :)

Based on a scene in How To Train Your Dragon 2 between Stoick and Valka.

It depends on the response if I will continue this.