Here have some Clint

4- Candy Cane

Her feet were on the coffee table, no socks because the heat was tolerable if she wasn't wearing too many layers, her fingers were busy on the Stark Pad in front of her, searching for baby clothes.

Loki was sprawled on the couch, head on her lap, arm on his eyes.

"Hey what's up?" The vent directly on top of the couch spoke, Darcy gave the opening a dubious look before two arms lowered her son.

Lucas dangled for a second before he fell on top of Loki's stomach.

Clint used the fact Loki was busy trying to catch his breath to jump out of the vent and onto the space between the couch and the coffee table.

"You know when you said you wanted to take Lucas out for a walk, I thought you meant outside." They had talked about the vents, Darcy was not happy about Lucas going in the vents.

"Did you know your rugrat doesn't like candy canes, which is weird as f- fudge. Weird as fudge." Clint gave Darcy an apologetic look when she shot him a glare.

Darcy had perfected her glares through the years, no one was immune, no one.

"Lucas is not overly fond of sweets." Loki told him, his head was still on her lap but now both of hands were focused on making sure Lucas didn't fall.

"It's Loki's fault." Darcy informed him, going back to looking at baby clothes.

She felt Loki moved his head from her lap, she could almost feel the look of betrayal on his face.

"Yeah I figured." Clint wasn't quick enough to avoid the blow coming from Loki, the yelp of pain was more dramatic than real and Darcy rolled her eyes because even Lucas behaved better.

"You can get him sour ones, he likes those." The look on his face when he ate them was adorable, his entire face would scrunch up, he would giggle and then ask for more.

"Right? No, I just wanted him to eat Tony's secret stash of Christmas candy with me." One day Clint would stop trying to mess with Tony and one day Tony would stop retaliating, not today though.

"Tony keeps candy canes in his secret stash?" Which was majorly weird in her opinion.

"You were able to sneak into his lab?" Loki asked with a strange glint in his eye, she knew that glint, that glint meant trouble.

Clint smiled and nodded.

"Don't." Because she wasn't about to clean their mess.

"Of course not Darcy love." Loki handed her Lucas before standing up and going to the kitchen, Clint a step behind.

"I hate you father." She told Lucas as he tapped the Stark Pad.

Loki and Clint didn't leave the kitchen for awhile and by then she decided to sit in Lucas' room and play with him.

Loki entered the room not an hour later, alone and carrying a box of sour candy canes.

Lucas licked the candy cane eagerly, face scrunching up every time he did.

"Barton requested again about us naming our child after him, I informed him Clinta was a horrendous name." Loki gave her a wicked smile, he knew how much Clint wanted Loki to keep that promise he meant so long ago.

"Well you did promised." But God save her if she was going to name her child Clinta.

"Indeed, I wish to ask you not to go near Tony's lab for the next few days." And then glint in Loki's eyes was back full force, she sent a small prayer Thor's way hoping he would take pity on his brother's stupidity when the time came.

"Whatever, if I don't know then I'm not involved." Her daughter kicked her then to tell her that she was always involved.

"Lucas can you say candy cane?" Lucas licked his candy cane one more time before turning her eyes to her.

Lucas shook his head and Darcy kissed his forehead softly, to remind him that it was OK not to know.

"So when are we telling Clint we're naming our daughter after him?" Because Loki had promised and for the messes Loki had caused, he was an immortal of his word.

"I do not believe he is ready to know."

"You mean you don't want to miss the chance to keep messing with him."

"Perhaps."

She touched her stomach and put one of Lucas' hands over it.

"Lucas can you Evon?"

Lucas looked at Loki and Loki smiled in encouragement.

"E-Ev-Evon." Lucas told them triumphantly.

"That's right, this is your sister Evon."

Lucas patted her stomach again before going back to his candy cane.

"Evon." He said again as if in approval.

In her stomach, Darcy could feel Evon kicking her stomach in agreement.

Evon-First name origins & meanings:

French: Young archer
Scandinavian: The wood of the Yew tree
Irish: Young warrior