"Focus on the target" Clint whispered to Skye's ears.
"Now take a deep breathe...Inhale and exhale" Skye, on the other-hand, followed every instruction given to her.
"Now release!" A six years old Skye threw the water balloon as hard as she could and hit the back of Agent Sitwell's bald head perfectly.
"I did it!" Skye exclaimed jumping up and down laughing and her pigtails bouncing.
"Great job kiddo! We'll make a perfect sniper out of you." he said highfiving the girl.
"Barton!" Both were interrupted from their small celebration by the yell of a fuming and soaked senior Agent marching towards their location.
"Alright Skye, let's put your speed and cardio training to test. Let's run away as fast as you can from bald man. Go!" He yelled and run off with the giggling girl around The Hub with the angry "bald man" hot on their heels.
"Hi Daddy, Bye Daddy!" a giggling Skye waved at him as she and a laughing Clint Barton sped past him. Soon after, a huffing red faced Agent Sitwell came running after them yelling "Come back here you mangy rascals! This suit is dry clean only!"
After witnessing this certain event, Phil can't help but ask himself, Why do I keep allowing Clint Barton to babysit my daughter?
A/N: It's really short but I hope you guys still like it.
Dedicated to shikasgirl10 and to everyone else who requested for a Clint/Skye fic.
