Prompts: Lost Voice/Duct Tape/"You better start talking"

Clint/Mikayla

My shortest one this Whumptober.

"Tasha, have you talked to Mikayla lately?" Clint asked as they were sitting at the kitchen island eating breakfast.

Natasha, who was spreading strawberry cream cheese on her toasted bagel, put down the knife but kept it close. "Not since she returned from her girls' trip with Misty." The two best friends were having one last outing before Misty and Sam got married. They went to a comic book convention to see Misty's favorite actor, some British actor who was in a corny vampire movie. Both of them had returned without voices, Misty from screaming at the actor and Mikayla from screaming at Misty. "Why? Have your spy skills dropped since becoming an Avenger?" She smirked.

Clint slammed his cereal spoon onto the counter. "Damn it, Tash! Something's going on, and I can't figure it out."

"Calm down, Barton. What's going on?"

Clint slid a piece of paper over to Natasha, who picked it up and glanced at the writing. "It's the number to an attorney's office."

"So?"

"Why would Mikayla need to call an attorney for any reason other than to get a divorce?"

"Setting up a will, starting a business, an advanced directive."

Clint shook his head. "Divorce, Tash. She'd reach out to Pepper for an attorney for any of those others. For a divorce, she'd want someone outside the Avengers. That's the only reason." Clint looked over at Natasha, tears filling his blue eyes. "Why? What did I do?"

"Agent Barton, Agent Mikayla has arrived back to the tower and is in your suite."

Natasha shoved his shoulder. "Go, talk to her. Get to the bottom of it."

Without another word, Clint spun around and stormed out of the room, foregoing the elevator to take the stairs. He flung open the door and waited for Mikayla to enter the living room. "Hey, sweetheart!" As Mikayla approached Clint, she saw the look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"What the hell is this?" Clint waved the piece of paper in her face. "I called the number. It's an attorney's office." His voice grew louder with each statement. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't happy? I thought everything was fine!"

Mikayla held up her hands. "Whoa, hold on. I can explain." She tried to talk over him, but her voice was still raspy from all the screaming she'd done while on her girls' trip.

Clint continued to rant and rave as if Mikayla hadn't said a word. "I've trusted you, let you into my life, and this is how you treat me? You go behind my back and call an attorney? You better start talking!"

"Clinton Francis Barton!" Mikayla screamed as loud as she could, which at that point was barely above a whisper. "Sit your ass down!" She grabbed his arm and shoved him back onto the couch. He continued shouting at her, so she looked around for some way to shut him up. Her eyes stopped on a roll of duct tape on the coffee table. She picked it up, tore a piece, and slapped it across his mouth. When he went to try and pull it off, Mikayla slapped his hand away from his face. "You wanted me to talk? Fine. Yes, the number is for an attorney. No, it's not a divorce attorney. If you must know, it's an adoption attorney."

Clint's eyes widened, and he tried to talk, forgetting his mouth was shut by duct tape, so it was more of a mumble. "I was going to give you an early anniversary present." Mikayla knelt and put her hands on Clint's thighs. "The adoption went through. Katie and Philip are officially Bartons." Clint's shoulders slumped as the fight went out of him. This time, the tears in his eyes were tears of joy. "Now, are you done yelling at me?" Clint nodded. "Good." Mikayla smiled and ripped off the tape, and kissed her husband.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Are they really ours? We're really parents?"

Mikayla nodded. "We are." Clint leaned forward and tightly hugged his wife. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too. But," she lightly pushed away from him, "if you ever again think I'm going to divorce you, I have one thing to say. Good friends help you move. Really good friends help you move bodies."

A familiar female voice could be heard from the overhead vent. "Keep that in mind, Hawkeye."

"Nat!"