He never quite felt as if he was old enough to have a daughter who was getting married. But then again, he never quite felt as if he was old enough to be having a child when Jane came to them; a bright and bouncing ball of life that brought nothing but happiness with her. He was only 25, just a man and discovering himself and his place in S.H.I.E.L.D. He and Laura had just gotten married and she was struggling with who he was and what he did, their marriage off to a rocky start. But when she was placed into his arms that fateful November night, they both discovered their place and purpose in the world.

Clint watched his eldest grow in grace and beauty, marveling at the joy she brought to all those who surrounded her. As a blonde haired blue eyed, front toothless, pigtailed little girl she brought spunk and personality to her parents. Her wit beyond her years and her compassion enough to bring her Momma to tears. He remembered one August day when she was seven when she found an abandoned and injured baby owl in their barn, begging Clint with tear filled eyes to let her take care of it. He found a shoebox in their closet, allowing her to take the baby bird into her custody for the night until they could take it to the closest animal clinic. She had sat out on the porch, feeding the little creature from an eyedropper and speaking to her as if it were an old friend. He had stood in front of the kitchen window, watching his baby girl cradle the Nike box in her arms, astonished by the immense kindness of such a little girl.

But as Clint buttoned up the white shirt of his tuxedo, he was reminded that his little ponytailed girl had grown up to be a woman in a blink of his eyes. At 15, she welcomed a baby brother, and at 20 a baby sister, and at 22, the birth of her third sibling. Cooper stood beside him in the mirror of his master bathroom, playing with a loose tooth while his father combed though his unruly brown hair. He then set the comb down, squeezing his son's shoulders, "Gotta look our best for Janie's big day, huh sport?"

The ten year old squirmed in his own black tux, pulling at the tie that Clint had taught him how to tie, "Why do I have to wear such itchy clothes? I'm not getting married."

Clint chuckled, "I know bud, we're all uncomfortable."

He turned to pick up his own tie from the bed, tossing it around his neck and making quick work at the piece of fabric. Cooper remained at his father's side, "Are you mad that Jane isn't marrying Chad?"

Clint rolled his eyes at his child, the sound of his eldest's and her bridesmaid's laughter echoing down the hallway from her childhood bedroom. Clint remembered back to his daughter's boyfriend before her fiancé, a young man from a small town near Columbus, Ohio, where they both attended school. Chad had been the kind of man that Clint had envisioned his daughter with; a true country boy, with home-style family values, who would never let the house go rundown or the table without food and his wife not provided for. Jane had brought him home frequently over the two years they dated, the young man helping Clint around the house. He had grown fond of the young man, hoping that one of his visits would end in him asking for his daughter's hand. But, much to Clint's dismay, his daughter announced their breakup the same night she met her fiancé.

Clint opened the bedroom door, allowing his son to run across the hallway into the guest bedroom where his future son-in-law prepared for his wedding with his groomsmen. Clint glanced down the hallway, catching his wife's glance before she entered her daughter's bedroom, Lila at her side and Nathaniel in her arms. "Feel old yet?" he asked, his wife laughing softly.

"Not as old as you," she said, winking before entering in the room.

Clint straightened his jacket before entering the guestroom, his fellow Avengers welcoming him with warm smiles. They had grown to love his daughter as much as he did after meeting her a year ago, a few weeks after the Battle of Sokovia. Laura had invited everyone over for dinner as a thank you for keeping him safe and to celebrate his retirement. His darling wife, thinking a home cooked meal enough to thank the world's greatest heroes, bless her heart. But they all had graciously accepted her invitation, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, Thor, and another guest crowding around their dining room table, the kids making their rounds to say hello to everyone, hug Natasha, and play with Thor's hair. Natasha gave the kids her full attention, baby Nathaniel wrapped in her arms, needing their love after Bruce's disappearance. Wanda looked uncomfortable in the presence of the already formed family of misfits, but entertained the children with flickers of red light from her palms. Although Clint was in presence of family and friends, his heart still felt a pull to the photograph on the mantle.

Tony had taken notice of the photograph first, "Woah, hey, Barton, who's the hot blonde in the Buckeyes uniform? Niece? Cousin? Single preferably?"

Laura look her wine glass away from her lips, "That's our daughter," she said, eliciting a chorus of laughter from those around the table. Tony nodded, muttering and apology and chuckling lightly. Laura smiled, reaching out to top off Wanda's wine glass, "That's our Miss Jane. She's our oldest. She'll be 23 in November. She's just finishing up her senior year as a Buckeye, she's going into anesthesiology. She was a cheerleader at OSU. We're very proud."

Natasha took a sip from her glass, "Is she still dating that guy? Chad, right?"

"Not anymore."

All heads in the room turned, eyes falling on the curly haired blonde that stood in the doorway. She smiled, dressed in running leggings and a OSU v neck, a duffle bag on the floor next to her. She threw her arms out, "You're throwing a party without me?"

The younger children ran to their older sister, throwing themselves at her in a shower of hugs. Laura stood, smiling and crossing the room to hug her daughter, "We didn't know you were coming home!"

Jane hugged her mom tightly, holding an arm out for her father as he came up to hug her, "I saw the news! Dad was all over it! So I figured I'd come home and make sure everyone is okay," she said, pulling away from her parents, eyes falling over the assortment of folk at her family's table, "But from the looks of it, you're all alright."

"Janie, dad bough us Disney Infinity for the Wii! Come play it with us!" Lila said, tugging on her older sister's pant leg.

Jane laughed, running her fingers through her hair, "In a little bit, sis, let me talk to Momma and Daddy first."

Laura put her hands on her daughter's shoulders, examining the light makeup under her eyes that tried to mask the puffy redness of tears, "Honey," she cooed, "No more Chad? Why?"

She smiled, squeezing the bun she had tied a portion of her hair into, "We can talk about it later. Are Uncle Phil and Uncle Nick here?"

"No, but I'll let you know you're thinking about them. Here, come meet everyone," Clint said, lifting his daughter's duffel bag and gesturing towards the table. He introduced all of them, each raising their hand and saying hello, "The purple one is Vision, he's not human, but we love him anyway,"

Jane laughed, saying hello. She scanned over the small crowd, taking in the faces of her father's partners, her eyes falling on one. Deep blue bore into electric, taking in the stubble, the jaw line, the white blond hair. "And I didn't catch your name?"

"Pietro. Pietro Maximoff."

The quick little bastard stole his daughter's heart as soon as she laid eyes upon him.

They claimed to have fallen in love during the summer while she was home from school, his daughter spending her summer nights wrapped in the arms of the little asshole that annoyed him the most, but the Avengers knew that they had fallen in love that night. Pietro's body was still riddled with the bullet holes he had acquired saving her father's life, Jane's heart broken by the hands of a boy that she thought had loved her. The Avenger's had stayed until late in the night, Jan and Pietro exchanging glances and smiles from across the table. Wanda had rolled her eyes during a quiet moment during the conversation, saying to her brother, "Stop thinking it and just say it," she exclaimed, gaining a multitude of confused looks from around the table. She turned to Jane, smiling, "My brother, he thinks you are very beautiful." Jane smiled, glancing down at her wine glass, a deep blush creeping across her cheeks.

Laura had insisted that they all spend the night when 2am rolled around, each person agreeing to retire to a guest room. But they all stood in the kitchen, silent, listening to the soft laughter and conversation as Pietro and Jane sat on the back porch, the old porch swing creaking under them. Clint was furious knowing that punk was out there romancing his daughter, but Laura's looks warned him not to interfere. So instead, he listened.

"We were together for a long time and I always had my suspicions that he wasn't faithful. It just hurt to finally catch him, you know?" he heard his daughter say, his heart sinking a little.

Pietro's thick accent mused with the chirping of crickets and croaks of frogs in the field, "Any man who is stupid enough to betray you does not deserve your company."

"You're very kid, Pietro."

"And you're very beautiful."

His daughter would tell everyone that she didn't kiss him that night. But the silence that followed their conversation and finding his daughter asleep in the navy colored hoodie the Maximoff had arrived to his home in told them all otherwise.

Now, the Maximoff stood in his home in a black tuxedo, pinning a sprig of blue hydrangea to his lapel. The wounds had healed, the boy had gotten a haircut, and he was marrying his daughter.

Steve. Why couldn't she have picked Steve. Or Vision. Or literally anyone else. Why did she have to choose that quick little bastard.

This was one thing he didn't see coming.

Laura had insisted that the wedding be at their home upon the news of their engagement, her, Wanda, Natasha and Jane sending he and Steve and Thor and Pietro out into the yard the days prior to prep it for the wedding. Pietro radiated happiness as he prepared for their wedding, beaming as he moved bales of hay for the guests to sit on and strung lights in the trees at the end of the aisle, setting up tables for the reception. The quick little asshole would race into the house, grasping Jane by the waist and throwing her onto the couch before she had time to gasp, catching her lips against his and announcing to her how many days were left before the wedding. Laura found it to be sweet, how excited this man was to marry their child, but it annoyed Clint to wits end.

Clint stepped out on the porch, watching as guests started to take their seats. It was a small ceremony, as Clint and Nick did not want to compromise the location of his family's home, consisting of only the Avengers, Maria Hill, Coulson, Pepper and Thor's Jane. He knew this had upset his daughter, hearing her teary complaints to Pietro in the nights before of how she wished for her extended family and friends to be in attendance. She always dreamed of having a bridal party and a large wedding, but understood the circumstances of who she was choosing to marry.

"The most important people will be there," Pietro told her, "And I'd marry you even if it were only the two of us, my love. We don't need an audience to love each other. Simply you and I."

Clint stood on the porch and watched Natasha take a seat beside Phil, baby Nathaniel in her arms. He knew that she wished she weren't alone tonight. She knew that she missed Bruce. He had hoped that they would see their wedding before he would see his own daughter's. Nick stood under the archway of lights and roses the men had constructed, ordaining the small ceremony. Just a simple, rustic, beautiful night for his baby girl. The sun was starting to set, the fireflies poking out of the tall grasses. In his mind, that little ponytailed girl in her overalls ran through the grasses, grasping at the flying flights with little fists.

"Mr. Barton?"

Clint turned to the thick accent that came from the doorway, Pietro standing in it, smiling shyly. Clint returned his smile, "How do you feel, kid?"

"Very excited, sir," the boy said, his smile growing and eyes glowing, "Very excited."

Clint nodded, shaking Pietro's outstretched hand. "Did you see this coming?" the boy asked.

"Absolutely not." Clint said, turning to rest his elbows against the railing. Cooper and Lila ran down the steps, Cooper in his tux and Lila in her pale blue dress. Laura came out of the house in her long floral dress, her eyes full of tears. She smiled at Pietro, touching is arm, "She looks so beautiful. You're a lucky man."

Pietro smiled at his soon-to-be mother in law, "She is always beautiful. I'm the luckiest man alive," he pulled the short brunette into his arms, "Thank you for giving her to me. You brought such a beautiful, intelligent, kind, loving woman into this world and I am so lucky to be able to call her my wife."

Laura brushed a few tears from her cheeks, smiling and nodding her tanks at Pietro, "Don't be too much longer," she said, to both the boy and her husband's turned back, "We'll be starting soon."

Pietro nodded, resting his elbows against the railing next to Hawkeye. They both stared off at the group of people in silence for a few moments, Barton unsure of what to say to his once-enemy-now-son-in-law. Pietro put his hand on the older man's shoulder, "I love her so much, Mr. Barton,"

Clint nodded, "We do too."

"I don't deserve her," the young an confessed, "I have done so much bad in this world and she is so pure and full of good. She is truly a better person than me."

"I'll say," the Avenger muttered.

"I only hope that I'll be able to provide for her in the same way that you have."

Clint stiffened at the boy's words, twisting his wedding ring. Wanda came out onto the porch, lovely in sleeveless deep red dress and heels. Her eyes were full of tears like Laura's when she approached her twin, holding her hand out to him, "It's time."

Pietro followed his sister down the porch steps, shaking hands with the men in attendance as he made his way to the altar, standing beside Nick. Clint watched the boy embrace his sister and smile. Clint felt his own cheeks go wet with tears. "You take care of my little girl," he said, hoping his words would find the boy, "You just take care of her."

"Daddy?"

Clint turned, his tears catching in his throat when he caught sight of his daughter. She was so beautiful. Breathtaking. His baby girl in a strapless white dress, all lace and silk. Her face all done up in shades of pink and gold and her curls pulled into a sweet updo. She was so beautiful and grownup. She smiled at him, "Daddy, why are you crying?"

"You're not my little girl anymore, Cupcake," he said, a fresh wave of tears threatening to fall, "You look so beautiful." He had fought aliens, a god, a robot, and been in a city lifted above the group, but he hadn't cried until this moment. Joy and pride swelled in his chest as he looked upon her, but he only saw the little girl chasing fireflies.

Jane smiled at her father, pulling him into a tight hug, "I'll always be your little girl, Daddy," she said, brushing the tears from his cheeks, "Always."

Clint smiled, holding his arm out to his daughter, the bride readjusting her hydrangea bouquet as she took her dad's arm. He patted her arm, smiling at her as they made their way down the steps and towards the next chapter of her life.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, "I mean, you've only been together a year. Don't feel like you have to do this, Cupcake."

Jane looked up at her father, "Daddy. I'm sure. I love him."

"Yeah, but 'Maximoff'; what kind of a last name is that? 'Maximoff?'"

"It's my last name, Daddy."

Nick Fury smiled widely as his agent and his daughter came to a halt at the end of the aisle, Pietro's back turned to his bride. Natasha's head turned, Laura turning to look at her daughter as well, both women a puddle of tears. "Please stand," Nick said, the small group coming to their feet and turning to smile at the bride. Wanda squeezed Vision's hand, her hand on her chest as she beamed with tear filled eyes at her future sister in law. Jane and Pepper smiled at the girl, the boys nodding and smiling at Clint.

"Don't let me fall."

"I would never let you fall, Cupcake."

Some Adele song Clint didn't recognize started to play, and he took his first step to give away his baby.

"When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole is on your case,"

Pietro turned, catching the first glimpse of his bride. The boy's hand flew to his mouth, his eyes welling up with tears as he watched her walk towards him, eliciting a chorus of "aws" from the group. He moved his hand away from his mouth, beaming at his bride, "You're so beautiful. So beautiful,"

The young bride smiled as well, trying to hold back her own tears, but the sight of her husband warmed her heart. Clint felt his own heart sink with each step they took towards his daughter's soon-to-be husband.

She is all grown up now.

She doesn't need you anymore.

Clint took the final step, his daughter turning and capturing him in a hug, finally letting go of the joyous tears she had been holding back. "I love you so much, Daddy."

Clint hugged her back tightly, "I love you so much too, baby,"

"I'll be okay," she whispered, "I'm your little girl."

Clint smiled, kissing her forehead, "Damn right you are."

The two stood side to side again, Nick smiling at his agent, "And who is here to give away this beautiful young lady?"

"Her family," Clint said, looking around at the group of super humans, agents, and assassins, "All of us."

Nick nodded, reaching forward to shake his hand, "Congratulations, Barton. It gets easier after the first one."

Clint chucked, brushing the tears off of his face, "Oh we'll see about that."

Nick turned to the young girl that he had the pleasure of watching grow, smiling widely, "Girl, are you ready for this?"

Jane giggled, "I'm so ready,"

"Then let's get this damn thing started already," he said, laughter rippling through the small group, Nick chuckling, "C'mon now, join hands. Everyone sit down."

Jane handed the bundle of flowers to her father, who took a step to the side to join his wife, squeezing her hand tightly as the blonde boy took his daughter's hands. The two whispered back and forth between tears, sharing a smile that Clint remembered sharing with Laura on their wedding day. "They wrote their own vows, so I'm going to let them talk," Nick said, taking a step back.

Pietro smiled, taking a breath to steady his tears before he began. "Jane," he started, his voice faltering as the tears started t flow again. She reached up, smiling and brushing the tears from his cheeks, "I never thought the day would come where someone so pure would come into my life. And with you, ou have brought so much happiness to my life and I will never make you understand how thankful I am for that. I promise to love you, to cherish you, to never take your love for granted. I promise to protect you and to make sure that you never fell empty, unloved, or scared. I promise that no matter where I am in this world, that when you call, I will always come running to you."

Clint watched the tears trickle down his daughter's face as she pressed her forehead to Pietro's, the boy pressing his lips to her forehead and tightening his grip around her fingers. He grasped his wife's hand, Steve reaching over to pat him on the back, Thor reaching forward and grasping his shoulders.

"Still worried?" Tony whispered.

Clint shook his head, "Out of all of the guys in the freaking world, she just had to pick him, didn't she?"

Tony chuckled, leaning back and taking Pepper's hand as the girl launched into her own tear filled vows. Clint smiled at his daughter and the boy.

She would be okay. She would be loved.

The quick little bastard loved her.

He didn't see it coming, but he was happy it did.