Ohh, wow. You guys are awesome. The level of support for this is just phenomenal. Thank you for the great reviews omggg. Hopefully you like this chapter as much as the last. (And is anyone else in love with the idea of grumpyDad!Clint? Because I absolutely am)

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This car is too quiet.

As in, its occupants are. Because there is nothing wrong with a smooth, quietly humming SHIELD car that glides over the road with nary a bump, slowly skimming the rough pavement that surrounds his home. There is, however, something extremely unnerving about two hollow-eyed Sokovian teens who refuse to speak, only sit in the back with their fingers entwined and either stare out the window or through the mirror into your soul.

Clint wishes they'd taken a cab.

"You guys like music?" he questions, his only response being a little shrug from Punk the Elder. Taking that as an affirmative, he flips on the radio, filling the car's insides with big band jazz. Quickly flipping through stations, he cycles through Brad Paisley, Iggy Azalea, Little Mix, the Black Eyed Peas, and Frank Sinatra, all to his disgust. "What the hell are they playing these days," he mutters to himself. After a few more moments of searching, he finally stumbles upon some AC DC, and contents himself with that.

He's somewhat surprised to see Wanda's eyes immediately light up.

Finally, he turns onto the long dirt road that signals the start of his property. No matter how many missions he goes on, how long he's been away, or what shit he's been through, his stomach always thrums with excitement as the car bounces with every pothole, and right now is no exception (even though this car could be a hovercar or something. Damn SHIELD's tech). His face splits into a grin, and the twins shift to catch a view of their home for the next few months. Wanda leans over to press against the window, and even Pietro deigns to look interested.

"I gotta tell you guys," Clint says, "the kids are freakin' excited to see you. Like, ecstatic. So they might seem a little crazy at first. But they're good kids. And if they get too crazy for you, just tell them to back off a bit and they'll be fine. But I think you'll like 'em."

And slowly they pull into view of the little farmhouse. Clint's eyes soften as they take in the view of the beaten weathervane, worn exterior, and old-fashioned visage. There is no place like home. "It's cute, huh?"

Wanda sighs, and Pietro shrugs. "Is better than hospital." A smack tells Clint that Punk the Younger did not appreciate that comment.

They pull into the barn and Clint parks the car out of the way, in a special spot reserved for government vehicles. Much as he dislikes bringing work home, sometimes there's no help for it, and a discreet spot comes in handy. He cuts off the ignition, suddenly too excited to feel anything but impatience, and exits the car. Quelling his impetuosity, he opens the door for Wanda. "Ready?"

She nods and exits, Pietro following a moment after. They each shoulder their bag of belongings-both piteously small-and follow Clint towards the house.

He notices their grip on each other grows tighter.

The screen door bangs open, and Lila dashes out the door and down the steps. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she shrieks, colliding into him with near deadly force.

"Heyyy, pumpkin," Clint greets her, gathering her up and swinging her into a hug. "How you been?"

"Good," she giggles, rubbing her nose on his. "Coop was bein' naughty, though."

"I was not!" the boy hollers from his perch on the porch railing, where he dangles a leg over.

"You were t-"

"Ookay, that's enough," Clint admonishes the two of them. "You gonna fight when I just got back? C'mere, Coop, I need to introduce you to someone."

Cooper eagerly hops down and runs to his father, where he is greeted with a kiss and rub of the head. Clint hoists Lila onto his hip and hugs Cooper to his side. "I want you two to...to meet…" He looks around, suddenly aware that he is alone. He swivels his head, and realizes the twins hang back. Out of fear or shyness, he's not sure, but they're obviously ill at ease. Pietro has just barely shifted in front of his sister, but he doesn't look angry, and Clint wants to make them comfortable as soon as possible.

"Hey, guys, it's okay. Come meet the fam." At his prompting motion, the two step forward cautiously.

"Coop, Lila, you remember I told you we were going to have some guests come stay with us? This is Pietro and Wanda. They'll be bunking with us for a bit. Wanda, Pietro, this is Lila and Cooper." He beams at his children, once again filled with a warm feeling in his chest at how much he utterly adores them. "Lila's 6 and Cooper is 10."

Lila suddenly turns shy, hooking a finger in her mouth and staring at the twins with wide, unblinking owl eyes. Cooper just waves, like the nonchalant ten year old he is. "Hiya."

Wanda murmurs a hello, and Pietro bobs his head slightly as the silence turns awkward. Clint's just about to suggest they go inside when Lila blurts out,

"Are you a special hero like Daddy and his friends?"

Pietro's eyebrows raise, and Clint freezes. "Uh, yeah, honey, they're...they're like Daddy." Might as well go with the vague, easy route.

"Can you shoot a bow and arrow too?" she presses, staring at the twins with a penetrating, 6-year-old gaze.

"No," Wanda answers, but she's holding back a smile.

"Then what can you-"

She's cut off by a blue blur snatching her from her father's hands and zooming across the yard, the fields, past the barn, past the pastures and chicken pens and trees before depositing her securely in her place once more. Her mouth is still open, frozen stock-still in shock as Pietro dusts his hands approximately 3.6 seconds after taking off. "That." He does his best to appear unwinded, and there's no mistaking his little infuriating smirk, but there's a wince in his facial expression that Clint can't help but notice.

Cooper stares at him in an attitude of pure adoration as Clint rolls his eyes and leads them indoors. Wanda chides her brother softly in Russian, watching him just barely touch his side as Cooper chatters questions and exclamations.

"Ooh-ooh, ooh, Daddy," Lila giggles, still shaking a bit, "he went fast."

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"Honey, I'm home," he calls as the troupe steps through the door, his customary greeting echoing off the calls. "Babe?"

"I'm here, I'm here," she says, carefully waddling down the stairs. "Sorry, I was folding clothes and had to figure myself out. I heard you come in-hi, I'm Laura." She steps off the stairs, allowing Clint to pull her in for a warm kiss before turning to the twins. "I'm Clint's wife."

"I am Wanda. Thank you for your home," Wanda says, offering her hand politely.

Laura smiles gently and gathers her in a soft hug. "It's no problem. We're happy to help."

"Pietro," Pietro says when she turns his way. Laura studies him for a second before doing the same as she had with his sister, and embraces him too. He tries not to hear when her voice shakes the tiniest bit as she says, "Thank you."

"Mommy, Pietro goes really fast!" Lila pipes up from where she has already helped herself to a peanut butter cookie on the counter.

"So I've heard," Laura answers. "You'll have to tell me all about it after I show the kids their rooms, okay?"

"I can do that, honey," Clint says.

"I may be pregnant, but I am not incompetent."

"We're gonna be here awhile," Clint murmurs as she painstakingly starts up the steps, at which she turns around.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing! Nothing. Hey." He gives an impish smile at his wife. "I like the view."

Laura scoffs and turns once more, and Pietro is starting to seriously wonder at the banter going back and forth when he feels something pressed into his pocket. He looks down, surreptitiously fiddling with the cloth, and finds a slightly cracked cookie stuffed down into the hole, now short a few hundred crumbs. Lila patters away, looking surprisingly innocent.

He can't help the warm feeling in his chest.

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And there they are. Introduced and warm fuzzies already. Please feel free to drop me an idea for a peek into the life. I already have some stuff to do but I'd love some ideas. Also please leave a review-I love hearing from you lovely cookies.