Clint had almost fully recovered from the incident with Magneto. It had been a slow process, but the wound in his chest was just a scar at this point. Everyday Pietro would unknowingly check up on him, and it drove the quickster crazy to see how slow the wound was healing.

Today Clint felt well enough to finally get back into the usual family routine. "Hey dad!" Cooper exclaimed as soon as the archer walked down the wooden stairs. "Hey bud," Clint replied, ruffling the boy's hair. "How are you feeling?" Laura whispered, rubbing her husband's arm as he walked into the kitchen. "Better," Responded Clint. "Where's roadrunner and the witch?"

"Still sleeping, must be. They haven't been downstairs yet." Laura said. Clint nodded, deciding to go upstairs and wake the two. As he knocked on the wood door, to his surprise he found the two were very much awake. "Hey kids, breakfast is ready."

The twins glanced at each other, making Clint sigh. "Hey, look, I told you it wasn't your fault. We all forgive you-especially the kids, they think the wound looks cool and they miss hanging out with you."

Pietro gave a small smile. "We'll be down in a minute."