Week 1, Day 4

"Well you guys seem to have tired them out," Laura commented as she gently pulled a sleeping Lila out of Steve's arms. Natasha was carrying the shopping bags stuffed full of clothes that she dropped on the couch. The superhero smiled fondly, running his hand lightly over Lila's hair as she settled in Laura's arms with a sleepy sigh. Pietro mumbled something against Clint's shoulder and the archer moved his hand to rub Pietro's back lightly. Pietro's arms were wrapped around Clint's neck with his head buried in the crook of Clint's neck.

Clint carefully carried Pietro into the house, following Laura up the stairs. Natasha sat on the sofa while Steve awkwardly stood, looking around at the cozy living room. She found it rather amusing how out of place the supersoldier looked, standing in the Barton's living room.

"Doesn't seem like a family guy, does he?" Natasha asked, startling Steve. The super-soldier sighed and slowly came to sit next to the red-haired assassin.

"Not really" he replied.

"You'll get used to it" Natasha smirked. Clint and Laura came down the stairs, smiling at each other.

"You guys wanna stay for dinner? Laura's cooking" Clint invited.

"Good, because you can't cook" Natasha stated, a small grin lifting the corner of her mouth. Laura giggled behind her hand and even Steve had to smile at that.

"It's true, hon" Laura took Natasha's side, "you really can't. You can chop carrots."

"Why do all the women in my life seem to enjoy making fun of me?" Clint glared at the two women who simply laughed and sauntered into the kitchen.

"Want a beer, Cap?" Clint grabbed a couple from the fridge and wandered over to the couch, flopping down with an exhausted sigh.

"I don't know about you, but I think shopping is more tiring than saving the world," Clint muttered, taking a swig from his beer. Steve sipped at his beer and leaned his head against the back of the couch. Clint grinned and leaned back as well. Their peace and quiet was shattered by a blur of motion as the bottles of beer were whipped out of their hands. Steve was on his feet immediately, his vibranium shield in his hand and Clint had a small knife in his hand. They both relaxed as Pietro stopped running, a cheeky grin on his face and the bottles of beer in his hands.

"Pietro!" Clint growled, lowering the knife. The speedster laughed and handed Steve's beer back but held onto Clint's. Clint sighed and before Pietro knew what he was doing, wrapped his arms around Pietro's waist and started to tickle him. The beer went in one direction as Pietro laughed and wriggled ferociously against Clint's tickles. Steve dove forward to try to stop the beer from hitting the carpet, but he missed and the beer landed on his back. Steve just dropped his head to the carpet; he honestly didn't know how Clint dealt with family life.

Laura and Natasha came in, after hearing the sudden ruckus in the living room. Pietro was still laughing as Clint froze and Steve looked up from his position on the carpet, blushing bright red.

"What are you boys doing?" Laura asked, her eyes wide.

"Can't we leave you two alone for ten minutes?" Natasha queried.

"Pietro stole our beers" Clint said. Pietro frowned and stuck his tongue out at the archer. Clint immediately stuck his tongue out at Pietro.

"The beers that are now staining the carpet and Captain America's t-shirt?" Laura folded her arms. Clint smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her. Natasha stuck her hand out to Steve who took it.

"You should probably change."

"Thanks for coming by" Clint said, hugging Nat. He shook Steve's hand as the two of them left. Dinner had gone surprisingly well and the Maximoff twins were safely in bed, having requested that Steve and Natasha tuck them in.

"No problem, any time" Natasha released Clint and hugged Laura.

"I won't say that" Steve smiled.

Laura and Clint waved goodbye from the porch as Nat and Steve drove away. Clint yawned as he and Laura turned to go back into the house. Laura smiled, and poked his arm teasingly.

"Not only did they tire the twins out, they also tired you out. You need to go shopping more often," Laura teased. Clint batted her hand away and wandered into the kitchen. Laura followed him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. Clint grabbed the cookie jar, pulling a few out and passing one back to Laura.

"You and-" Laura began, but her words were cut off by a piercing scream. Clint dropped the cookies and followed Laura up the stairs.

Pietro met them at the top of the staircase. He grabbed Clint's hand and dragged the archer into Wanda's room. Wanda was lying on her bed, the sheets a tangled mess around her legs, screaming. Lila and Cooper appeared at the door, looking sleepy and confused. Down the hall, little Nathaniel started wailing and Clint just dropped his head in his hands. Laura was already hurrying out of the room, presumably to get Nathaniel.

"Okay honey, I'll just…wait till you get back" Clint called. Pietro pulled on Clint's pajama pant leg.

"Help her," he whispered, looking up at Clint, his blue eyes shining up earnestly.

"Uh, okay" Clint awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand lightly over Wanda's hair.

"Hey, Wanda, c'mon. Wake up" Clint coaxed. Wanda simply continued to scream and Clint noticed there were trickles of red beginning to appear between her fingertips.

"C'mon Wanda, waking up now would be really good" Clint said, "really. Anytime would be great."

"C-C-Clint?" Wanda opened her eyes, the red slowly fading. Pietro climbed up on the bed beside her and curled up next to her.

"Hey, sweetie" Clint grinned as Wanda woke up. She sat up slowly, her small hands gripping Clint's forearms. Pietro sat up as well, his arm wrapped securely around her back.

"Are you okay?" Pietro asked worriedly. Wanda nodded, looking down at the blanket. Pietro hugged her and Clint sat back, letting the siblings have their moment.

"They okay?" Cooper asked as Clint slowly got up and backed away.

"Yeah, bud. They're okay" Clint put his hand his son's shoulder and wrapped his other arm around Lila's small shoulders, steering them out the door.

"Go back to bed, okay?"

"Come tuck me in?" Lila pouted up at her dad. Clint mock-sighed and followed Lila into her bedroom to tuck her in. When he re-emerged, Laura was waiting in the hallway, bouncing Nathaniel.

"Is Wanda alright?"

"Yeah. I think she's fine. Pietro's comforting her."

"You think I should go check on her?" Laura asked concernedly.

"Nah…I think Pietro's got it covered" Clint replied. Laura gave him a small smile and walked back to Nathaniel's room.

Even though he said that Pietro and Wanda were fine, Clint still made sure to check on Wanda before he went back to bed. She and Pietro were curled up, the brother curled protectively around his younger sister.

-tbc-

AN – So sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I hope you guys liked this chapter!