In this chapter I'll introduce you to Clint and Natasha's son – Dean :3 In this drabble he's about 5-6 years old. He's got short sandy hair and green eyes :)
I own nothing except my OC's – Erkanna Gamble & co. :D
"Wooooooooo!" Dean yelled, perched atop Erkanna's shoulders, who was currently running around the common room, while Dean was pretending to be an airplane.
Clint sat on the couch, reading a newspaper, oblivious to all the noises made by the youngsters.
"Careful, don't crash." Bruce pointed out while entering the room.
Dean gave him a thumbs-up and continued making airplane noises, stretching his arms out pretending they're wings.
"Whoosh!"
And then they heard a bang and a cracking sound, as if a very expensive vase just fell down and broke into tiny pieces. And that was exactly what happened. Erkanna halted, and Dean and her both stared at the pieces in horror. Bruce chuckled and helped himself to some cookies that sat on the coffee table.
Clint closed the newspaper over, got off from the couch with a sigh and came over to them.
"I told you two something about this, it's the third vase this month." He tutted.
"Tony will go mental if he sees it."
"When he sees it would be more accurate!" Tony barged into the room.
"Aww c'mon, what did I tell you about playing planes?" he moaned.
"Don't play inside or we'll brake something..." they both muttered.
"But it's raining!" Dean whined, "We can't go outside when it's raining."
"Well..." Tony muttered.
Both Dean and Erkanna put their best puppy eyes on.
"We're sorry Tony." they said simultaneously, Dean poking out his lower lip.
Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He hated when they did that.
"Okay, okay! I'll just buy a new one... Just try not to brake this one okay?"
He groaned and turned around to face Bruce, who was trying to stifle his laughter.
Clint, on the other hand, smiled at the two youngsters and sent them a wink, while the two silently high-fived each other.