Alright, so I know that some people have read the beginning of this series before, but I thought that it needed a re-write, with new chapters and storylines ?

So please read, review and enjoy.

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"You're just like Phil…" Clint grumbled as he entered the smaller bedroom, "… why are you so cheerful in the morning?"

Ian gazed up at him and giggled, raising his legs into the air and banging them against the bed in excitement.

"Yeah, yeah, you're cute." He reached into the cot and lifted the baby in his arms, bouncing up and down as he paced the room, "Cute. Cute. Cute. Cute!" He then sniffed and winced, "Stinky. Stinky. Stinky. Stinky."

After almost losing his eyebrows to the stench that was coming from his son's diaper, Clint took his son into the living room, sorting out a bottle (whilst trying to keep Lucky away) and then resting on the sofa, cradling Ian in his arms as he fed him… with Lucky resting his head on his leg in an attempt to beg.

"This is milk you stupid dog…" Clint groaned, "… Milk for the baby. You don't see him begging for your food, do you?"

As Lucky whined, Phil came out of the bedroom, suit all neatly pressed and briefcase in his hands. "Are you sure you're okay to keep an eye on him for the day?"

Clint beamed up at his husband, accepting a kiss from the older man before turning his attention back to Ian. "Bonding time with Papa, what could possibly go wrong?"

"Well… everything now that you've said that."

Chuckling at the pout on his husband's face, Phil leaned in for another kiss, before pecking his son on his forehead. "I'll see you both later tonight, okay?"

Ian didn't even tear his attention away from the bottle, more focused on feeding than the fact that his Daddy was leaving.

"Do you think he'll be alright?"

"Worry-wart…" Clint teased fondly, "… Natasha's coming around, if you're that worried?"

"… That does make me feel a little better."

"Your faith in me is touching."

Phil simply chuckled at this, waving one last goodbye at his husband and son, before heading out of the door.

It was then that Ian noticed he was gone.

"Aw baby no…" Clint muttered, wincing as Ian spat his bottle out and started to wail, squirming in Clint's arms in an attempt to see the door.

…..

"Well, he looks happy?"

Clint wearily glanced up from his attempt at feeding Ian a bowl of mush, shaking his head as Natasha smirked at him. "He's barely stopped crying to eat… and most of it's landing on his bib anyway."

"…. Is this the first time Phil's left without him?"

Usually, Phil and Clint would take Ian into work with them, keeping him in Phil's office when the man was working, and carrying him around when he had to.

Ian had rarely been without his Dad.

"I didn't think he'd go this mental! Make him stop!"

Natasha rolled her eyes, lifting Ian into her arms (not even flinching as peach mush stained her pale top). "Come on now маленькая птица…" she cooed, gently rocking the baby from side to side, "… Enough with this noise. Your Daddy has to work, and your Papa doesn't want to go completely deaf."

"Ah! Ah!"

"I know, I know."

Clint rolled his eyes as Ian instantly quietened and cooed in reply to Natasha's talking, small hands reaching up to grab at her red hair. "Aunt Natasha to the rescue again… you can dress him if you want."

"I do want." Twirling around, a small smile appearing on her face as Ian giggled in glee, "You're going to be the cutest baby in New York." She then turned to Clint, "Clear up the bowls, and set up the pram… we're going for a walk."

"Yes Ma'am."

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"I didn't even know he had clothes like that…" Clint mused a little over an hour later, as they walked down the streets, Ian chewing on the ear of a soft toy eagerly, dressed in blue denim dungarees with a white, black tied-pattern shirt underneath, "… where did you- "

"- Coulson's organised all of his clothes perfectly in his drawer. It's very impressive, you should take a look at it sometime."

Yeah… not going to happen.

"We should go shopping." Natasha eventually decided, steering the pram away from the main street and towards the bustling centre.

"Do we have toooooooo?!"

"Yes."

He knew why she was doing this to him… someone had to carry all the bags.

…..

Hours later, they wandered out of the local Baby store with a large, duck shaped bath with lots of little toys attached to it.

"Why Nat?" Clint whined, shifting the box in order to make the experience more comfortable for him, "Why do you do this to me?"

"Coulson mentioned that Ian would be out-growing his little baby bath soon, but he's too small to go into the main bath."

"…. When did he mention that?"

"During our afternoon tea's together."

"You have afternoon teas together?!"

Nat gave him a 'oh you poor dear' look out of the corner of her eye, as they continued back to the apartment.

"He also needs new pyjamas."

"How- never mind. Couldn't we have got them back there?"

"We only buy the best for Ian."

"…. Oh, great. You hear that noise? It's the sound of my wallet screaming!"

…..

"See… doesn't he look cute!"

Clint eyed the baby on the floor, recognising the look in Ian's eyes…. It was the same one Barney got when he was planning something… or when he was.

"Yeah, you think he's cute know… just wait for it. He'll prove you wrong one day."

Dressed in a yellow, teddy bear onesie, looking a little like Winnie the Pooh, Ian did look very cute… but Clint knew that as soon as Nat left and it was time for bed, the cuteness would melt away to reveal the true demon within.

"Alright kid…" Slowly, Clint lifted Ian into his arms and placed him in the arm-chair, "… tea time. Pea mush by the looks of it."

Ian didn't seem pleased to see the green mush, twisting his face away, refusing to open his mouth even slightly.

"Come on Ian…. Here comes the aeroplane!" As Clint made appropriate plane noises, he could hear Nat chuckling from the side of him, "This works in every TV show I've seen, come on!"

And then Clint saw the devil flash across that baby's face.

With a shriek of displeasure, Ian slammed his hand down on the edge of the small bowl, sending green mush flying everywhere, including over Clint.

"You little- "Clint paused, wiping his face and glaring at the baby, who was giggling.

"He doesn't like peas sweetie."

At the familiar face, Ian started to babble eagerly, stretching out his hands for Phil. Clint also went for a hug, frowning when it was refused, Phil holding up a hand to stop him.

"Go take a shower, and I'll consider it."

"…. I thought you liked me all dirty?"

As Phil glared at him, Nat pushed herself to her feet, a sly smirk on her face as she dodged Clint's attempts to hug her instead.

"I think this is my cue to leave…" she chuckled, patting Phil on the back, before making a hasty exit, "… have fun!"

As Clint pouted, Phil neatly made his way around him, heading straight for Ian, who was starting to shriek in glee and excitement. Checking that none of the pea mush had made its way onto Ian's onesie (which it hadn't remarkably), Phil lifted the six-month-old into his arms and beamed at him.

"Hello little one..." he whispered, smiling when Ian grabbed his fingers and gripped them, "… did you have fun with Papa and Aunt Nat today? I see you got a little bit spoiled!"

Having removed his t-shirt that was stained with the remains of the pea mush, Clint walked up behind Phil, kissing the back of his neck, before resting his forehead on Phil's shoulders. "Can we skip the baby and toddler years and go straight to when I can teach him about archery and kicking ass?"

"And miss his first words and first steps?" Phil shook his head, "Not a chance."

"… Not even for me?""

"Not even for you."