"Uh, Natalie, put that down," Clint told his daughter nervously. Natalie set the bow down and tapped the end of the arrow experimentally. "Nat," he said more sternly. She set it down and giggled, staring at it.

"Should I be concerned?" Laura asked.

"Um, maybe." Clint sighed.

Seven year old Barbara pried the arrow out of the two year old Natalie's fingers. "You could get hurt," she told the toddler seriously.

Natalie giggled again.

"Thank you, Barbara." Clint took the arrow back and sighed. "This is a hazard."

"Maybe you should get her a pet," Natasha suggested, drinking her coffee. "In a year or two."

"Like what?" Laura asked.

"This place is certainly big enough. A dog or two, a turtle….something to keep her occupied," Natasha said, watching Barbara attempt to show Natalie how to play with toys.

"You may have something." Clint wiped off his bow.

"Don't leave that out," Laura said. "You know this stuff happens." She frowned. "Especially with another one on the way."

Natasha looked up at Clint. "You didn't tell me you had another one!"

"Cooper Barton," Laura said proudly. "They're saying it's a boy."

Natasha settled back and smiled. "You're becoming a regular family man." Natalie toddled over to Natasha and blinked up at her. Natasha reached down and set Natalie on her lap. "Hey there."

Natalie put her finger on Natasha's nose. "Aunt Tasha."

"That's right." Natasha moved her around and pointed at Clint. "And who's that man?"

"Dada."

"Yes! And who's that lady?"

"Mama."

Natasha nodded. "You have a brother coming?"

Natalie gurgled.

~To the dark side of the moon~

"If she wants to learn, maybe when she gets old enough, I can teach her," Clint said defensively to Laura.

Five year old Natalie set down the bow. "Mommy, I want to learn."

Laura sighed. "So long as she doesn't destroy the house."

"I'll make sure she won't. And I won't either," he added hastily, seeing the look he was shot.

Laura shook her head and left to go start supper.

"Yeah, archery is cool, isn't it?" he whispered to Natalie.

"Uh-huh."

"And Daddy brought a present home from work," Clint announced. "Want to see?"

"Yeah!"

Clint picked up a box and handed it to his daughter. "Look."

She peered inside and squealed as she saw the little case. "Daddy, it's a turtle!"

"Yes, it is! What do you want to name it?"

Natalie sat for a minute. "Horus."

"Horus sounds good. You want to go show your brother?"

"Yeah!"

Clint picked up the box and stood, following his daughter up the stairs to the three-year-old Cooper's crib.