Chapter 13

Daisy wakes up the next morning at nine a.m. At least as far as she can tell. There is no clock in her borrowed room. Apparently Wanda can magically tell time too; cause there isn't even an analogue clock on the wall. Daisy had been absolutely dead tired last night, slept like a rock, what had woken her this early? She took a moment to take in her surroundings; Wanda had some stuff in her room that you'd find in a witch or magic shop. Daisy couldn't name half the stuff in here, but she wasn't going to touch anything. She might turn into a frog or explode or something. She perked up when the smell, it must have woken her up the first time, hit her again. Pancakes. Score.

She bounded down the stairs, finding Laura and Clint standing near each other, Clint with a coffee in his hand, murmuring to one another. Clint saw her and smiled his eyes flicking to a cup of coffee on the counter, obviously for her. She took it, frowned at the cup he had chosen (I heart Hawkeye), but took a drink of the life saving coffee. God it was so good. She was coming back here for coffee every day for the rest of her life.

Her second sip was interrupted by a piece of silverware clattering against a plate. She spins around and comes face to face with a boy, roughly 11 years old who is staring at her with his mouth open, his fork full of pancakes lying forgotten on his plate. Daisy glanced back at Clint, he smirked and nodded his head towards the boy.

"That's Cooper," Daisy nodded her head, she knew they had more than Lila in the kid department, but this kid was actually older. He and Laura must have got together quite a few years ago. Go Hawkeye. Daisy turned to look at Cooper who had yet to say anything to accompany his gawking stare.

"Hi Cooper. I'm Daisy," Cooper immediately blushed and mumbled hi back very softly. Lila was looking at him critically then turned her head back to Daisy.

"Cooper just thinks you're pretty. G'morning Aunt Daisy! Hope you didn't touch anything in Aunt Wanda's room! She doesn't like for people to touch her things said they might explode! Isn't that cool!?" Lila chattered on so happily and fast that Daisy had a hard time keeping up.

"Uh, well thank you Cooper. I'd look prettier, but your dad had to drag me all over Minnesota," she glanced back at Clint who stuck his tongue out at her, his bandaged ribs peaking out from underneath his shirt. She blew a raspberry at him and Laura spared them a glance.

"I didn't know I had five children in the house," she said with a hip check to her husband. He winced a bit and chuckled.

"Sorry, hon," Laura just hummed in agreement before setting down a plate of pancakes for Daisy, whom had taken a spot next to Lila who had continued to chat away as Daisy sat down. She was halfway through her first plate of pancakes when the cry of a baby sounded throughout the house. Clint moved as if to go upstairs, but Laura stopped him with her hand on his chest.

"I've got this one," she smiled back as Clint grinned back at her like she was the best thing on earth. Daisy might be inclined to agree with pancakes as good as these. She waited for Laura to leave before she gave Clint a glance.

"God, how many rugrats do you have, Hawkeye?" He chuckled at her and pointed to Lila and Cooper.

"Those two and the baby upstairs. Nathaniel." Daisy snorted and shook her head.

"That's three human lives you are responsible for. You can't even do a mission without getting hurt," he looked at her faking a hurt expression.

"Hey, I'm a great dad!" He looked at Lila who looked back at him and just raised an eyebrow. She looked so much like Laura it scared Daisy. Clint chuckled, "Well they're still alive so, doing okay so far."

Laura moved back into the kitchen with little Nathaniel and Daisy had to stop herself from cooing. She had always liked kids. Nathaniel was a fat baby; his onesie was clinging to all his cute baby fat as he gurgled away happily. Laura walked around with him on her hip like a pro. Nathaniel had reached for Clint who was making goofy faces at his son, and warming Daisy's heart to see him like this. Laura moved over to her other children and Daisy gesturing to Nathaniel.

"This is the last child we are springing on you, I promise. Last child period." She sent a harsh glare at Clint who just raised his hands in a 'what can you do' gesture. Daisy had come to stand with her plate to take to the sink and wash, she was a good guest dammit. Laura saw this and smiled, "Trade ya." She plopped Nathaniel in Daisy's arms and took her plate to the kitchen.

Daisy held Nathaniel out like a bomb. Clint was trying to stifle his laughter from behind the counter. Daisy may have liked kids, but she was a spy, a killer, and a vibration controlling super hero. She didn't hold babies. Nathaniel just looked at her and gave a gummy baby grin, before sticking his fist into his mouth. Clint chuckled, "I think he's hitting on you, Johnson. Nathaniel Pietro Barton, you dog." Laura laughed.

"Well he's much smoother than you Hawkass." Clint scowled back at his wife, who just smiled and pinched his cheek with a soap-covered hand.

"Pietro? Like the speedster?" Daisy asked, only for Clint's fond smile to drop into a tight line.

"Yeah, he saved me in Sokovia. Died. Figured it'd be a nice way to remember him." Clint rubbed the back of his neck, as Laura placed a soft hand on his back. Daisy winced at herself, way to kill the pleasant mood Johnson.

"Oh, sorry…" Clint waved her apology off and smiled at his son.

"Wanda approves, that's all I care about." His smile widened and when Daisy looked down to see why, she noticed she had unconsciously moved the baby into a more traditional hold, close to her, his hands fisting into her shirt from yesterday. Gross, slobber covered shirt.

Clint grinned at her, "Well I didn't take you for motherly instinct type." Daisy glared at him.

"Careful, your daughter likes me better than you."

Clint glanced at Lila who shrugged, doing a great impression of her father's 'what can you do' look. He gave her a half-hearted glare. Daisy looked down at Nathaniel and smiled, she was glad Pietro saved Clint. He was a cool guy, and had an awesome family who seemed to be intent on adopting Daisy.

"Glad you're still alive, Barton." His attention snapped back to her, and glanced at her quizzically for a moment.

He smiled softly, "Don't get mushy on me, Johnson."

She gave him a mock glare, "Wouldn't dream of it, ancient one."

Clint grinned and stuck his tongue out at her again. She immediately stuck her tongue out at him. He wanted a fight, he was going to lose.

Laura threw her hands up, "Oh my God, you are both children!" She had her hands on her hips and a frown on her face, but Daisy could see the silent amusement on her face.

"Sorry, babe."

"Sorry, Laura."