Week 1, Day 3

"Do 'oo li'f cheewios?" Lila asked, Cheerios spilling out of her mouth as she directed the question towards Wanda and Pietro. Pietro nodded, carefully swallowing before replying.

"We've never had them before" he said softly. Laura shared a look with Clint and topped off Wanda's glass of orange juice. The Sokovian murmured a thank you and Laura smiled.

"At least someone has manners in this family. Lila, don't talk with food in your mouth. Simply because your father does, doesn't mean you can" Laura gently scolded. Clint shot her a look that Laura returned with just as much strength as the archer.

"I neber tal' wid my mouf full" Clint protested. Laura rolled her eyes and Pietro grinned at their banter.

"Yes you do, you're doing it right now" Wanda pointed out calmly. Cooper started laughing so hard that he almost snorted milk out his nose. Clint glared at him, but Cooper cheerfully ignored the look and continued laughing.

"Why don't I get the kids ready for school and you can start cleaning up?" Laura suggested. Lila immediately pouted, poking her lower lip out and widening her eyes.

"Why do I have to go to school?" she asked, her bottom lip sticking out rather adorably.

"Just because you've inherited your father's remarkably good puppy dog eyes does not mean you don't have to go to school" Laura insisted, "go get your backpack."

"Why do I always get stuck doing the dishes?" Clint complained as Lila scampered off to get her backpack.

"Just do it while I get these two to school." Laura sighed as she ushered her two children out the door.

When Laura came back, she did her best to not laugh at the sight she saw in the kitchen. Clint had Pietro and Wanda lined up on stepstools by the sink. Pietro was rinsing dishes and Wanda was drying them carefully with a red gingham dishtowel.

"Wow, the dishes actually look clean for once" Laura teased as she snuck up behind Clint.

"What do you mean? They're always clean" Clint protested as Pietro snorted.

"Um, no they're not. You can save the world, but you can't wash a dish" Laura wrapped her arms around Clint's waist.

"I'd rather go shopping with Lila than wash dishes." Clint commented and Wanda poked him indignantly.

"Speaking of shopping, Clint, we need to get these two some new clothes" Laura remarked.

"Have fun" Clint started to walk out as Laura quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"Oh no you don't. Why don't you get some of the guys to go with you?"

"Can you seriously see Captain America shopping for a five year-old girl? Or Thor? Or Tony?" Clint gave her a look that clearly said he thought she was crazy. Laura sighed and put her hands on her hips.

"Alright fine, but what about Natasha? Or Maria?"

"Maybe Natasha…and maybe Steve…Not Tony."

"What?"

"Laura wants me to take the twins shopping for new clothes," Clint explained.

"Alright, but you haven't explained why you want both of us" Natasha folded her arms. She and Steve were standing shoulder to shoulder, in almost identical stances.

"Well, I need Natasha's lovely, scintillating, charming personality. Plus I can't shop for a five year-old girl, or so Laura tells me. And Steve, you're great with kids. Remember last time you were at the Smithsonian? They love you" Clint explained, looking at Natasha for some assistance.

"Last time I checked, the Maximoff's hated us." Steve didn't budge and Natasha stepped forward, rolling her eyes.

"I'm in. And Laura's totally right. You can't shop for a girl, it's simply a fact" Natasha shrugged, quirking her lips into a smile.

"Alright, fine" Steve agreed, "just remember you're asking the guy who didn't know what Pop tarts were until about two weeks ago."

Clint laughed, yelping when Steve smacked him on the arm. He yelped again when Natasha smacked him as well.

"Why are you so physical?" he muttered.

"It's just part of my scintillating personality" Natasha tossed over her shoulder.

"Hey Wanda" Natasha smiled down at the little girl who carefully took Natasha's hand.

"Clint chews with his mouth open" Wanda looked solemnly up at Steve.

"Shhh…you're not supposed to tell" Clint mock-scolded her.

"Pietro, this is Steve" Clint introduced the other Maximoff twin to Captain America.

Pietro raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. Wanda glared at her brother and hissed something in Sokovian.

"Fine, nice to meet you" Pietro stuck his hand out. Steve grinned and shook it.

"He's already taking after you" Steve commented.

"I am not," Pietro protested indignantly. He smacked uselessly at Clint's hand when the archer ruffled his silver hair.

"I don't need new clothes," Pietro protested for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Natasha had taken Wanda off to some fancy clothing store, leaving Clint and Steve with Pietro. Clint had tried to persuade Natasha to stay with them, but the red-haired assassin had only nicked one of Clint's credit cards and grinned at him. Wand had quickly spoken to Pietro in Sokovian, no doubt telling him to be good and listen to Clint. Obviously Pietro had decided to ignore that advice.

"What about this?" Steve suggested, holding up a blue shirt that had an athletic style to it.

Pietro shrugged and handed it to Clint who sighed and added the shirt to the growing pile of clothes that Pietro had asked him to carry.

"Hi boys," Natasha smiled as Wanda practically skipped along next to her. The assassin had several bags on her arms, and Wanda was wearing a new outfit.

"Ugh" Clint frowned grumpily at the assassin.

"Alright Pietro, follow Steve to the changing room" Natasha briskly took control of the situation. Clint happily dumped the pile of clothing in Steve's arms. The Maximoff twin dragged his feet as he followed the soldier.

"C'mon, we're waiting" Natasha called.

"Good, because we're ready to go" Steve stepped out, followed shyly by Pietro. He was wearing the blue shirt Clint picked out and a pair of jeans hastily grabbed by Steve.

"Don't you look nice" Natasha smiled. Pietro grinned at her and immediately started speaking rapidly in Sokovian to Wanda.

"Maybe I should brush up in my foreign languages" Clint murmured to Natasha.

"Ready to go guys?" Steve asked. Wanda held her arms up and Steve looked at Clint who hastily mimed picking up a child. Steve bent down and hoisted Wanda up. The little girl giggled and deftly swung herself up on Steve's shoulders.

"You do look good" Clint commented as Pietro walked by him.

"Don't be so senti–senti–sent' mental" Pietro said, stumbling over the big word a bit, "old man."

-tbc-

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