A/N – Really, Really, Really, Really short chapter. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do however because once again it is really short. Sorry for long chapter lovers. However I should get a new one up tomorrow fingers crossed before the S.H.E.I.L.D premiere. I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT!
Erin's 'FIRST' Kiss
Clint Barton leaned against the half wall separating the kitchen from the living room and smiled as he watched the two one and a half year old's babble to one another as they tried to figure out the baby proof door. They moved their hands and spun around stomping their feet both more interested in each other than the tornado of toys they had created mere moments earlier. Clint sighed and smiled as he watched the two glad that they had each other. He would be lying if he said that there home lives were less than ideal. Erin comes from where she did and Clint adopting her the way he had, and Peter growing up with his approaching elderly Aunt May and Uncle Ben because his parents left on some job close to six months ago. However neither child seemed aware so he let them continue in their blissful ignorance. There was a knock on the door and he went to unlock it, doors being the new favorite playing of the two toddlers. Picking Erin up in one arm He held Peters hand in the other as he unlocked and opened the door. Outside with a large smile ready to see Peter where May and Ben.
Peter squealed the butchered names of 'ay and b' as recognition and reached to be picked up by Aunt May. The two adults took the happy greeting having taken a much deserved date night earlier leaving Peter in the capable hands of Clint.
"Did the tornado hit," Ben asked with a chuckle and Clint sent a friendly glare at the older man.
"They decided the toy box was a more fun toy than the toys inside." Clint admitted and May smiled, "cups are an all-time favorite as well." She added.
"Yes ," Clint said noting the two cups that joined the rest of the soft toys in the mess that was the living room floor, "so I learned."
"Well it's late so we will step out of your hair, Peter go give Mr. Clint and Erin hugs." May said setting Peter down, Clint bent down and allowed a wiggling Erin to go and give Peter a hug. Being the newest thing for the two, Peter waddled over and gave Erin a big hug then pulled away a gave her a sloppy kiss making May smile, Ben howl in laughter and Clint let out a howling cry playfully as he whisked Erin up into his arms and away from the seventeen month old boy. Peter and Erin laughed in response as he watched the man cover his eyes.
"U… Pro….bem?" Erin asked as she tried to pull her father's hands from his face making all three adults laugh. May and Ben stayed for a bit until Peter fell asleep in his Uncle's lap. May collected Peter and after customary good byes the three left.
Later that night as Clint placed Erin in her crib as he lowered gaze at her.
"So Erin one more time will we be kissing any more boys?" He asked and Erin smiled and responded happily with a "no no no" waggling her finger back and forth. Clint smiled and kissed her head again.
"That's right baby girl no no, boys have cooties." He told the unknowing child who was more interested in her mobile. He leaned back and fell into the rocking chair the girl's lullaby already on his lips and he fell asleep with a foolish hope that all fathers at some point have. It was the hope that Erin would wait thirty more years before she kissed any more boys.
A/N - AS I SAID SHORT. Hope everyone liked it, drop a review please.