Chapter 19
The next morning, after being assaulted by an overexcited six year old, Daisy was treated to a wondrous pancake breakfast courtesy of Laura. God, Daisy might try to steal her from Clint; children and all. After that breakfast, she radioed May, planning to apologize for making her wait a night, but was pleasantly surprised when May told her she was contacted by the medical staff that they were both hurt and if she 'pulled a Barton' she would stay somewhere and recuperate for a night. They told May they were leaving to head to the airstrip now.
After she hung up and glanced to Clint. "Pulling a Barton?" He had the decency to blush and mumble into his coffee cup. Lila snickered while Laura rolled her eyes as she was feeding Nathaniel. Daisy said her goodbyes not too long after breakfast. They were just as tear-filled as the last time, but with promises to call and visit being focused on.
She saw Clint grab a box from another room and wink at his wife who shook her head with exasperation. Daisy furrowed her brow at this, but ignored it, as she made sure she had everything. She even made sure her flower was in her hair, as she had promised one love struck little boy that she would. She was in her civilian clothes from the bar, having been washed by Laura at some point. That woman was a goddess.
They settled in for an hour and a half drive to the airfield, easily slipping back into their conversation from yesterday, but without the added use of keeping themselves awake. She finally looked to the box in the back seat before turning to Clint.
"What's with the box?" He turned to her, his grin almost splitting his face.
"Don't you know what day it is?" She frowned as she tried to think, but before she could he interrupted her again. "It's Valentines Day!" She laughed at his joyous childlike excitement.
"Is the present for May? Won't Laura be a little mad at you getting another woman a gift?" He chuckled a little, glancing back at the gift.
"It's not for May and Laura doesn't mind. I got her and Natasha each a gift. This is just for my amusement more than anything. I had it made for after this mission anyway, but I figured I'd actually be going on it with Bobbi-"
"It's for Bobbi?!" She interrupted him, her thoughts running wild at why he seemed so familiar with her. All of Hunter and Bobbi's comments and facial expressions coming back to her mind when she was first assigned to Clint.
He smiled, "Yeah. I was wondering if you could deliver it for me. Do we need to stop and get you flowers or a box of chocolates or something for the special person in your life?" She shook her head numbly, as she kept going over what could be in the box. Clint just kept his enigmatic smile the whole way to the airfield.
Once they arrived, the box and her duffle bag now in her hands, it was much the same as when she arrived. May strode out to meet them, pushing Clint away from another hug that he insisted on giving her, and finally nodding a greeting to Daisy. She nodded back to May before setting her things down on the ground to give Clint an embarrassed side hug, making his face split into a grin. Before she picked up her things up and walked to the quinjet, avoiding May's eyes.
She thought she heard May scolding Clint about Daisy getting hurt, but she knew he would shrug it off. She was fine and it was partly thanks to him. She settled in to the seat and placed her head back on the inside of the plane. Yeah, Clint Barton was an ass, but he was also one of the kindest people she had ever met. He was a great dad and a great husband. But to her, he was like the older sibling she had always dreamed of when she was alone at St. Agnes. All in all, Daisy hoped she would be coming back very soon.