Kindness doesn't grow on trees. It grows in out hearts if we let it. It takes root. It takes control, only hatred could burn it away.

It was something that Laura Barton believed with all her heart. She knew that there were terrible things in the world, but the smallest bit of hope and kindness went a long way. She could always look at how Natasha interacted with Clint to know it was true.

She felt a smile come to her lips. Natasha and Clint. How funny Clint had essentially found a work wife and made Fury hire her. It had been a rather comical story when he told her. And Natasha wasn't so bad either. A little standoffish, but not so bad.

Everything seemed perfect. All she had to do, was wait for her husband to get home. She had some exciting news for him.

She heard the wooden door open and the sound of boots being taken off. Speak of the devil.

"Laura?"

"I'm in the kitchen dear."

Light footfalls made their way to the kitchen and felt warm arms wrap around her waist. She giggled as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Someone's happy to see me," Clint spoke in a tired but happy tone.

"Always," she said turning around in his arms. She gave a quick peck on his nose.

"How was your mission?"

"It was... Well, it was different. How were things here?"

"Wonderful. It would've been better if you were here though."

"Oh?"

"Mmhm. Something happened."

"And what might that be?"

"Remember how... How we talked about starting a family."

"Of course Laura. I could never forget," he said with his own goofy grin. His eyes darted to the window for a brief moment before looking back in Laura's eyes. Laura leaned back out of Clint's arms. He dropped them and watched as she placed her hands over her stomach gently. She lowered her eyes for a moment and looked back into his as he picked up what she was telling him.

"I'm pregnant."

Clint's eyes remained wide and he looked between his wife and her stomach. A smile broke out on his face.

"Oh man. This- this is wonderful! Oh Laura."

"I'm so happy," she said getting a little teary.

Clint paused and looked her in her eyes.

"Laura," he said licking his lips and looking a little sheepish, "There's something I need to tell you too. I was going to wait until dinner but..."

"But what?" she asked with a dangerous tone in her voice.

"Well... uh... Laura. Remember what we said about how we wanted kids?"

"Yes," she said cautiously.

"Well... I kind of... sort of... took a kid in."

"You took a kid in?"

"Laura, his parents worked for SHIELD."

She stared at him waiting for him to continue.

"He's seven and has nowhere else to go and... And I didn't want to see him go into the system."

"So you said we'd take him?"

"Laura, please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad Clint. Well, maybe a little. You should have told me sooner!"

"I just found out about him an hour ago!" he said putting his hands in the air, in a surrendering position. Laura huffed.

"What's his name?"

"Peter. His name is Peter."

"Well, better tell Peter he's going to be a big brother, shouldn't we?"

"Laura I love you."

"Yeah yeah. Where is Peter now?"

"He's waiting outside with Tasha."

Laura snorted.

"I love Natasha and all, but she better not give Peter nightmares."

"What? She knows better than to do that," Clint responded with a smile as he led Laura outside.

Standing by the woodpile was the infamous Black Widow and parter of Hawkeye, aka, Natasha. Beside her was a boy, about seven years old with thick rimmed glasses and mousy brown hair. His face looked recently cleaned.

"Oh god. He looks like your old year book pictures," she snorted.

"Hey! I was damn good looking back then."

"Oh I think he pulls it off better than you ever did," she responded leaving a sputtering Clint as she approached the boy.

"Laura."

"Hello Natasha. And you must be Peter."

Peter nodded, still hiding slightly behind Natasha. She watched as her barefoot husband run past her and pluck Peter up into the air and put him on his hip.

"Hey shorty," he greeted. Peter's cheeks puffed slightly in indignation.

"I'm not short!" he grumbled.

"Uh huh. And you're not on my hip right now."

"You're just grown. I'm gonna be bigger than you one day!"

"Uh huh. Hey, Peter, I'd like you to meet my wife. Peter, this is Laura."

"Is she gonna be my new mom?" he asked in a sad tone.

"If you want me to be Peter," Laura told him, "And if you want, Clint will be your new dad, and you'll soon have a new little brother or sister."

Peter's jaw dropped before grinning like a maniac. He squirmed in Clint's arms, trying to get down. Clint let him and Peter appraoched Laura. As he put his hands on her stomach, Laura smiled at Clint and Natasha. Natasha gave her own small grin before heading off the property. Clint wrapped his arms around his wife and the young new addition.

So while writing this, I was listening to "Hawkeye Sings About His Super Powers (Ed Sheeran "Thinking Out Loud" Parody)"

This idea came from work when someone was talking about an order that was put in. It was a giant cookie that said, "Let's make it official". Apparently, its been really popular lately with step parents taking the steps to also adopt their step children and the idea hit me hard. No cookie though in the story. But the comentary was in my head so...

Anyway I was debating where to put this but since A mother has fewer and this features Laura more... Yeah.

While no one suggested Laura, I might as well look at who suggested Clint for this one. Rocker on and YoKoChi150, have both suggested Hawkeye. And while I could go into a sad moment where Peter is found in an alley by Hawkeye and all that sadness, I thought this would be far funnier.