A/N: I finally decided to post this chapter. I was not happy with it bu I can't leave a story unfinished! Please leave a review telling me how you liked it.


Laura was awake, waiting for him. 'Did she eat?', she asked. 'Yes, I fed her the soup and before you ask, no she didn't speak a word to me but she has taken her medicines and is now asleep.' Sighing, he replied. 'Clint?' She tentatively called out as he lay down on his side of the bed. 'Yeah?' 'What happened out there? And is she gonna be OK? She looks lost and weird.' Laura said softly as her fingers landed in his hair.

He tensed again, reliving Pietro's final moments again as he thought of the boy. '

We were all leaving the place; trying to get on the helicarrier. Wanda was guarding the drone and Thor was fighting with Ultron.

Tony was in the air with Rhodey. Nat had gone off to find Bruce... Calm him down. I reached the carrier when a mother was crying out for her child. And I couldn't just ignore her. The child was right there, wedged in debris so I ran out and got him free. A second later all hell broke loose as Ultron took hold of a Quinjet and started firing bullets faster than light. The child was still in my arms and Ultron turned the jet in our direction. We were gonna get hit any second but...' He paused to take a breath and to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

'The next thing I see is Pietro... He said... I'm sorry Laura. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to... I mean I wouldn't...',Clint buried his face in her neck as he sobbed.

She had simply let him cry his heart out for quite some time before trying to console him. 'Clint. Clint. Hush. Its gonna be fine. She will be fine. She is with us now. I promise you I will take care of her. She is such a nice girl. Just like our Lila. Clint! Listen to me. Please.' She resorted to pleading when Clint kept on crying in her arms. 'I know Laura. I know. I know you wouldn't turn Wanda out. Though, I had a feeling that you wouldn't like it. I mean she is dangerous and all that but you are cool with it. The kids are cool with just that she is so young. And she has been through so much. First losing her parents, then getting experimented on, having powers that she cannot control, siding with Ultron. And then, as the final blow, she loses the only person that had been with her for all her life. Her twin. I know what it is like to lose a sibling. But a twin? I just... She is just eighteen! Eighteen, Laura! He was eighteen. Pietro.' 'No Clint. She will not be what you were after that incident. Do you know why? Because she has something that you never had.'

'Really?' His fingers stilled on her back. ' What would that be?' Laura smiled before answering, 'She has me. She has you. She has a whole team to take care of her. She has a family Clint.' He smiled at that.

He had been quiet for sometime after that before falling asleep, while Laura threaded her fingers through his hair. Laura had laid awake for quite some time thinking about Wanda and Pietro. And their baby. She too had then drifted off to sleep.


The next day, Clint had taken up chicken soup along with a batch of chopped fruits. She was sitting up staring at the wall this time. Without wasting time, he had started to speak to her... About little things. Things that went on the farm. Things that Lila had said that day. Things that were routine, at least for Laura and the kids, if not for him.'You know, the crops are ready. I'm gonna have to get them one of these days. Lila was asking me as to what she should call you?' She still didn't look at him. ' I told her to call you aunt Wanda, like she does to Nat. But the funny thing is, she can't get your name right. She keeps on calling you Aunt Anna. Call it the Frozen effect.'

Laura too had taken to spending time with Wanda; with an overprotective Natasha hovering around. It had been getting quite difficult for Laura to sit in one place, with an eight month pregnant stomach. So she dragged Wanda around with her when she went on walks in the farm. She brought Wanda in the kitchen when she made dinner for them, making small talk. It didn't matter that Wanda rarely spoke. She responded only in monologues and head gestures. The only time they had been able to hear her voice was when Wanda was with Lila and Cooper. Even then, the sentences did not consist of more than five words usually. But like Natasha pointed out, it was an improvement.

Still Clint had been worried. He had been worried sick for her. It was so very essential for Wanda to cry. To let her grief out of her. Express it. But she didn't. She didn't smile, she didn't cry. She was a walking robot which occasionally responded.

He had patiently waited for some time to pass so that he could at least talk to Wanda about all that had happened in peace. Because with Laura nearing her due date, a frustrated Natasha and two kids; he didn't want to take any chance.


Then came the big day. He had been present for both his children's births. Natasha had been there when Lila decided to finally grace them with her presence, 10 days later than the due date. This one though, seemed to be in a hurry; as Laura went into labor 15 days before she was due. Natasha, ever the calm one had to stop Clint from panicking and sent him to call the doctor, while she got things ready. The Doctor was there in an hour during which Clint had hardly sat down. Natasha was sure there would be burns in the carpet by the time Nathaniel shows up. She sat by Laura's bed, placing ice chips on her lips, something that should be Clint's job but he was too busy measuring the room in footsteps and occasionally yelling profanities for the doctor.

The kids were with Wanda. They had been told that their little brother was arriving and they should be out of the way so Wanda had been assigned as baby sitter.

Natasha, who still didn't trust Wanda completely had left as soon as the doctor had arrived; telling Laura that its gonna be alright and giving Clint a glare.

Clint placed Laura's hair back as another contraction passed, noticing that Natasha was gone before Laura scream echoed in the room. The nurse started to give him instructions: hold her hand, place the chips on her lips, she must stay hydrated, encourage her.

After what seemed like days, even though it was just 8 hours, Nathaniel Pietro Barton opened his blue eyes. Clint couldn't describe his happiness. Laura was ecstatic. This was her shortest labor.

'Maybe it had something to do with the name. He's fast.' She said smiling down at the baby in her arms, making the first genuine smile in days to creep on Clints lips. 'Would you like to hold him?' 'Yes. Yes.' He was eager. Eager to hold the baby he would've never even seen if not for Pietro.

Snuggled in his arms, the baby suddenly broke into a smile and Clint could swear on all the Gods that existed and mind you he had seen at least two of them, that the baby has smirked. Almost the same way as the little bastard did when he used to say 'you didn't see that coming?'

His thought was broken when a very annoyed Natasha said, 'Who do I have to kill to hold my namesake nephew?' Laura laughed a little as the speed with which Clint hands over the little one to her.

Natasha crooned to the baby, things that Laura couldn't hear and Clint doesn't repeat them because he knows that if he did, all the knives will be gone from the house when Natasha arrives. Its pretty harmless really because all Nat is saying is that she will protect the baby and teach him. The second part is the one which would concern Laura, so before she could say anything he asks her to go to sleep and leads Natasha out.

'Wanda?' He asks, as the door clicks shut. 'She down. Waiting. We put the kids to bed.' He listens, for a rustle downstairs to let him know of her presence but all that registers is silence. 'Maybe she went to her room. The kids can be tiring, you know!'

'Hmm...' He murmurs before taking the stairs. Natasha follows him to see Wanda sitting stoically, staring off into space, glaring at things they can't see. She hands over the baby to him when he gestures; with a growl and a warning. 'Be Careful.' Wanda doesn't seem to notice any of them.

In fact she notices them only when he steps into her line to vision. She looks up blankly before registering the squirming blanket in Clint's arms and standing up.

'Wanda, the baby is here.' He says moving towards her. She peers into the blanket, before asking, 'Laura?' Clint nods his head as her fingers reach out to touch the baby's cheek. 'Wanda would you like to hold him?' He asks carefully and smiles when she awkwardly holds out her hands. Clint places the baby in her arms, Natasha adjusting her arms to hold the baby. 'There you go. He is very fidgety.' Nat stepped back, keeping a careful eye on the witch.

'Wanda, meet Nathaniel Pietro Barton.' Clint whispered cautiously, watching as Wanda's smile froze on her face; while at the same time Nathaniel decided to open his eyes and reach for Wanda's finger on his cheek.

Natasha had moved towards her involuntarily but quietly, not to startle her into doing something that wouldn't be pleasant.

'He has your eyes and hair Clint.' Wanda said, her weirdly accented voice breaking the silence. 'Yeah. He's the first one to resemble me so much. There's no Laura there. Maybe except for the nose.'

'He's beautiful.' Wanda said, handing the baby back to Clint, her throat choking. The moment the baby was safely in Clint's arms she had sprinted out the door into the fields.

Both Clint and Natasha had been too startled to go after her at once. Handing Nathaniel to Natasha, he had said 'Stay' to her before running through the same door Wanda had ran out of just moments ago. He came to the start of the field in time to see red on her fingertips digging into the corn filed. She was sitting in a circle, crops in it destroyed, burned.

She was crying. His heart broke a little as her body shook violently; all the tears coming out at once.

He wiped his own tears as he went to her, arms going around her. And she without any resistance leaned against him, breaking down even more. Then she starts screaming. And he lets her. She says sorry so many times that he isn't sure who it is for. She yells her loudest and then cries more. Clint suddenly finds that he is crying too.

They both sit there for hours, simply crying, wondering why... they don't even notice when the first rays of the sun hits them. They don't notice when Natasha comes out and sees them Surprisingly, he doesn't notice that Wanda has fallen asleep in his arms, finally crying and letting it all out. He barely notices when Natasha helps him to get up with Wanda in his arms and leads them back home.

He places her in the bed, tucking her in before sitting down against her bed. Natasha leaves them both there as he falls asleep, head on her mattress.

He is woken up by noises of his children playing about, Nat's high pitched voice, Laura's remarks and something that sounded delightfully like Wanda's laugh. His eyes snap open, registering the new sound. The three women look up at him as he enters the room, smiles on their faces.

And then Wanda smiles, the brightest smile ever. All he can think is that it will be all right. They will be fine.


A/N: Good or bad? Do tell me.