"Okay sunshine." Natasha prompts, giving her partner a hard nudge in the ribs. "Time to go home."
Clint swings his head in an arc until he is vaguely looking in her direction, sees that she has her business face on and begins letting out a whine.
"Absolutely not." She says firmly, cutting him off before he really gets going.
"Five more minutes. Pleeease." He tries, even going as far as to clasp his hands together over his chest.
"No. If I have to carry you out of here in front of all these people it will be embarrassing for you. Steve, a little help?"
"Fine." Clint huffs, sliding bonelessly off the bar stool and, after a few aborted attempts starts weaving towards the exit, flanked by his two friends.
The cold hits Clint like a smack to the face when he gets outside and he straightens up. Apparently the chill wind was bringing him round to his senses.
"Why aren't you guys all like this?" He manages, a little slurred.
"Serum." Steve and Natasha reply in unison. They couldn't get drunk if they tried. And they had definitely tried.
Half way home Clint perks up even more, barely even needing Steve and Natasha to hold him steady though he was insisting on holding their hands. His gentle arm swinging was getting gradually more energetic, coming close to putting someone's eye out. Without warning he blurts out "swing me!" and launches into a jump. Bracing, Steve and Natasha only just manage to tense in time to let him pull off a little forwards and backwards swing between them. His landing is surprisingly decent though he yanks them both a little off course.
"Jesus. Idiot. Warning." Natasha mock scolds, but she doesn't let go of his hand.
"Please can we do that again Natasha?" Clint asks in his politest voice.
Natasha mutters something unintelligible under her breath before trying to muster a stern gaze. "You get one more."
She smiles and shakes her head when his eyes light up. She wraps a hand around his forearm to help take his weight and Steve does the same on his other side.
"One…Two…-"
"Wait!" Clint interrupts, jerking their hands.
"What now?" She cries. She loves him dearly but really wishes in moments like this she could at least get tipsy enough to stagger through whatever this was.
"Can you spin me?"
Natasha looks at him, eyebrows raised, finding him amusing and absurd.
"You're better at flippy stuff and I get jealous." He was bordering on whiny again but looks genuinely self-conscious at his lack of acrobatic prowess. Lack of in comparison to his best friend anyway, he still had some carnie pride.
She sighs. "Fine. You daft pigeon. You still get one. And if you throw up after I'm telling Laura on you."
Clint gasps indignantly but has the good grace to look sheepish. She would definitely tell on him.
"You ready Steve?"
Steve had been looking confused, as he looked most of the time when witnessing these two and their whirlwind dynamic up close. He knows how much they care for each other. He had also learnt that no matter how absolutely downright terrifying Natasha was on the surface, there was no length she wouldn't go to in order to keep her partner safe and happy.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Steve answers gamely, bracing Clint's arms again.
On the count of three Clint, triumphant, kicks off the ground and mid-air Steve and Natasha co-ordinate a push on his legs and back to spin him all the way over. Completely unexpected is the existential crisis which occurs mid-spin and he hits the floor hard and suddenly looks on the verge of tears. They hope it is from the excitement but honestly he has them stumped.
"Guys." Clint sniffles, clinging on to their hands still. "I'm gonna have a baby."
"Bozhe moi." Natasha mutters, letting go and putting her hands on her hips. Steve rubs his forehead. Clearly the reason they had been out celebrating just hit home.
"Yes you are." Natasha confirms. "Laura might be involved too, but there will certainly be a baby at some point."
"It might be a girl this time." He was hovering somewhere between petrified and ecstatic.
"A good fifty / fifty chance I reckon." Steve chips in.
They pull Clint to his feet, Steve putting his arm around his shoulders and Natasha around his waist.
"Let's get you home." Steve ushers gently, steering him in the right direction.
"Natashaaa?" Clint drawls out when they are almost home and he had reconnected whatever shifted out of alignment mid spin, reverting to his usual self.
"Yes?" She answers slowly, bracing herself for the next absurd thing to come out of his mouth.
"Can we have a sleepover? The three of us?"
Natasha looks behind Clint's head at Steve for an answer. Steve nods – he enjoys being in their company, it keeps him on his toes, and honestly they will need him there to mediate the inevitable bickering which will start when someone suggests putting a film on.
"Of course we can you soppy moron." She squeezes him affectionately, then concentrates on getting him up into the apartment, still wedged between herself and Steve.