Insp. by teambuckybarnes
The holidays are here and the mood is heightened by the snow which has just recently started to float down from the clouds.
Clint's children, who had come from Christmas Eve at their mother's the previous night (Clint having divorced her), pounce on the sleeping lumps they know as Aunt Nat and Dad.
"It's Christmas and-and Santa's been here!" Stutters Clint's oldest son.
"Wake up, Dad!" Shouts his daughter.
"I guess it's time to get up," Natasha says, smiling under the duvet at him.
He sighs, looking like he couldn't be any happier. Suddenly, he throws back the duvet and grabs his kids in his muscular arms. They all scream at the surprise attack, delighted that their father is awake.
He showers them with kisses and hair ruffles. Then he stops, looking down at the three in his arms and says slowly, "You better get downstairs before the Big Hawk gets you!"
Again, the children scream, then rush out of the ajar bedroom door to scramble down the staircase to the living room.
"The Big Hawk? Really?" Natasha smiles, sitting up.
"What? It's the best way to tell them without actually telling them. They're not ready for Superhero Dad yet." He leans over and kisses her, running his right hand up and down her back. His fingers tease with the hem of her gray long-sleeved shirt for a moment before they're gently pushed away.
Natasha pulls away from the kiss, blushing slightly. "Now, how would we explain that to them?" She asks, looking over his shoulder at the three troublemakers making gag noises at the threshold of the room.