Ch 21-Taking after
By: MysticFantasy
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"Clint, where's James?" Natasha asked.
The archer looked up from his magazine.
"He's right..." the man froze when he saw that his godson was nowhere in sight. He looked up to Natasha who had her hands on her hips and a look on her face that was a mix of worry and anger.
"Clint, where is my son?" she asked in a near calm voice that hid a deadly tone underneath.
"He was right here playing with his toys." Clint said as he stood and looked about the room. He had seen the three year old just a few seconds before his mother showed up. The kid was really taking after his mother in being sneaky.
Clint knew that the child couldn't have wondered off very far but, knowing Natasha, he didn't have more than a few seconds to find the missing child before he suddenly went missing.
"Clint, I swear, if something happened to my son..."
Squeak.
The suddenly noise stopped Natasha's threat and they both looked over toward the vent near the two inches above the floor. The vent cover had been lifted and was being held up by a tiny hand while a second shoved a small box into the open.
Then, James crawled out of the vent and lowered the vent lid. He picked up his box and was about to walk off when he saw his mother and godfather.
"James, were you just crawling around in the vent?" Natasha asked.
The small boy looked at his mother with his innocent blue eyes and nodded. Before Natasha could say anything else, Clint threw his arms out wide and had a large smile on his face.
"Give me a hug James!" He exclaimed as he knelt down to catch the child who eagerly hugged him. "I am so proud of you!"
Natasha lightly sighed, knowing she would have to tell Steve about this later and knowing that they were probably going to have to lock down all of the vents to prevent this from happening again.
Instead of taking after his father, he's taking after Clint. Natasha thought to herself.