Summary: *Spoilers for Age of Ultron* They've always only had each other. And now they have a team, a home and a family. Yeah, they definitely didn't see that one coming.

Pairings: Clint/Laura, hints of Wanda/Vision, Natasha/Bruce

Warnings: Um, spoilers for Age of Ultron…. Except why are you reading fanfiction and not out watching the movie! Hmmm?

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Author's Note: Whoa. Can I just say that I was definitely not expecting such an amazing response? I'm so happy that people liked this story! I honestly had no intentions of continuing this but I got such a fantastic response, I figured why not. Hope you like this one as well. It's a little more team oriented. They'll be getting to the farm one of these days. Because apparently I'm a masochist and this is now going to be a series. Oh boy.

Growing Pains

Wanda was bored. It was a weird sensation, boredom. She never had an opportunity to feel bored before. Following the deaths of their parents, they did not have time for boredom. They were too busy with simply surviving. And then with HYDRA, there were the experiments and the endless procedures that resulted in his speed and her... weirdness. There had to be a better way to describe what she could do. Pietro was described as a speedster and she got weird. Maybe witch? Hmmm. That had interesting possibilities. She would run it by Clint later.

But at any rate, Wanda was currently bored. She didn't need to worry about food. There was no shortage of Avengers that decided that caring for their youngest recruits was their mission in life. Even Tony Stark himself humbled himself occasionally to bring her a plate of food. Pietro was still on a liquid diet but Tony brought him shakes and smoothies for variety. He swore them to secrecy too. Something about maintaining his reputation. Wanda remembered that was the first time she saw Pietro smile at a member of the team other than Clint. If she hadn't already forgiven Tony Stark, she would've in that moment. Because her brother needed to laugh every now and then. He took care of them for the majority of their lives. It was her turn to look after him. After all, she was the oldest now. He was technically dead for at least a day. That beat his twelve minute head start. She smirked.

"What are you so smug about over there?" A rough voice asked. She turned her head to meet Pietro's amused blue eyes. A week passed since he woke up for good and he was finally starting to look. His cheeks were starting to fill out again, replacing the gaunt look he sported as powers nearly consumed him in an effort to heal him. She lifted a hand to rest against the smooth, slightly warmed skin. It would be awhile before he was allowed out of this bed, much less the Tower but he was alive and here.

"I'm 'smug', dear brother, because you can no longer claim to be the oldest. Death has stolen your advantage."

Pietro's eyes narrowed as he seemingly tried to understand what she was saying. She knew the moment he reached her conclusion by the slight downward tic of his lips. Ordinarily she would just feel his emotions but Dr. Cho warned that his mind and body were still healing. So she waited. She could sometimes briefly sense his mind when they touched and those few fleeting moments were enough for her at the moment.

"Doesn't count," Pietro finally replied. "I was still born first therefore I'm the oldest."

"But you were dead for nearly a day. That means I'm the oldest now. Respect your elders, little brother."

"You've been hanging around the old man too long," Pietro retorted with little heat. Wanda smiled softly.

"Well, we did spend nearly a week sitting by your side. Watching you sleep was only interesting for so long. Conversation kind of became necessary."

"Doesn't change that the old man is clearly a bad influence on you," Pietro pointed out around a yawn. Wanda laughed quietly.

"It is a widely known fact that prolonged exposure to the Hawk can bring about unpleasant personality changes. I'm thinking of calling it the Barton Effect," a new voice chimed into the siblings' bickering. Wanda wasn't surprised to see Tony lingering in the doorway bearing a bag of takeout as well as the usual smoothie for her and Pietro. It was a green one this time. He caught Wanda's lingering less than pleased gaze and shook his head. "Your new parents told me if I was going to keep smuggling anything in here, it was going to be healthy from now on."

Pietro frowned pulling a smile from Tony as he turned the tray of drinks around to reveal what smelled like chocolate. He winked and handed the drinks and food to Wanda. Judging by the yawns Pietro was trying to hide, he would be drinking his later. She left it by his bed anyway. She allowed him the illusion of health. See. She could totally do this oldest twin thing. True to her prediction, Pietro was knocked out within a matter of minutes. She brushed her fingers through his hair gently, sending him further into his much needed sleep.

"He's looking better," Tony commented.

Wanda nodded absently before splitting her attention on Tony and the newest food he brought for her to try. When the team, and Laura, discovered that the twins hadn't really experienced much in a cultural sense, they took it upon themselves to rectify that situation. That was the wonderful thing about living in New York apparently. There was access to a seemingly endless variety of continental cuisine. Today was Indian and just based off smell alone, she really thought that one might be her favorite. She discovered very early in this cultural experimentation they were doing that she adored spicy food. Her mouth watered at the peppery aromas coming from the bag. She pulled the dish out, lamb vindaloo is what Tony called it and tucked in without hesitation.

Her eyes widened a bit as her senses were overloaded with the taste of heat but gradually she got used to it. She was halfway through before she realized Tony was still in the room and trying very hard not to laugh. She could read his amusement but also his hesitation to give into the urge to laugh. Had it been any other Avenger scarfing food down with no sense of grace or decorum, he would've been on the floor laughing, even Sam and Vision. But with Wanda and her brother, he held back. All of the Avengers were a strange mix of emotions and sensations. They were always changing. They could be happy, almost elated in one moment and then angry and sad in the next. She would've been concerned if it wasn't for the fact that she knew that most of the team suffered. But when they were around the twins, they shifted but always positive. There was concern, fondness, occasionally wistfulness and exasperation (that one was all Clint). The only one who never change when he was around them was Tony. He was always distant and guilty. His guilt was heavy and almost blotted out the taste of her food. Almost. She really liked spicy food.

"Do you blame me for helping Ultron?" Wanda asked, out of the blue. Tony's eyes widened even as he started spluttering responses. Her lips curved. "I was aiding Ultron even in his creation. It was I who gave you that vision that ultimately led to you creating Ultron. It was I who later played with the minds of the whole team. I am as responsible for the Hulk's rampage as Dr. Banner. So do you blame me, Mr. Stark?"

"First, stop with the formality. You both call Clint by his name. I know he offered you a permanent home but the Tower is just as good as yours as well. So it's just Tony."

"My apologies, Tony."

"And no, of course I don't blame you. None of us do."

"But we did all of that because we hated you. We didn't believe Ultron was making the world a better place. Not really. We didn't sign up with HYDRA to change the world. We did all of this to get revenge on you," Wanda insisted. She could sense a change in his mood.

"And you should've! Because it's my fault. I made the weapons that killed your parents and destroyed your lives. So you have every right to hate me."

"No," Wanda shook her head. "We didn't. And we no longer do. Because you made the weapon but you didn't fire it. You were not the one responsible for the deaths of our parents. The people who fired that missile were. But we were young. We didn't know any better then. But we both know better now. We both know that you're not to blame."

Tony scoffed. "He knows that too, huh?"

Wanda nodded. "I think he knew before I did. For all that I can see into the minds of others, I believe it is Pietro who may be more sensitive. But he knows, as do I, that you are not responsible for what happened to our family. If you do not hold either of us responsible for Ultron, then you should not hold yourself responsible for our parents' deaths."

Tony was silent for a few long moments. Then he let out a strangled laugh, running his hand through his hair. "I get why Feathers likes you two. You're a lot like him. You won't just let people wallow in their own self-inflicted guilt."

Wanda smiled, both at obviously cheering Tony up and also at the comparison to Clint. She knew that it wasn't exactly a secret that she pretty much hero worshipped the archer at this point. From the moment Vision set her down on the hellicarrier beside the too still body of her brother before flying away, Clint was there. He was there to hold her as she cried tears of fear and then relief. He was there to ground her when the guilt threatened to swallow her whole. He was there to offer them a home. Because the Tower was a place they could train and live, yes, but she knew that the Barton farm would be home. She knew that Laura, Lila, Cooper and soon baby Nate would be family. Then again, the Avengers were too… in their own way.

"How old are you two, really? Not that almost nineteen stuff either."

"We are almost nineteen. Or we will be soon enough," Wanda giggled. "We will turn eighteen in a three months."

"Seventeen? We let a couple of seventeen years old enter a war," Tony shook his head. "We definitely need to start checking ages when we start recruiting. Otherwise we'll end up with a fifteen year old."

"In your defense, you didn't really let us join. We just kind of followed you. We did well for 'a couple of seventeen year olds', didn't we?"

"You did great. I just really wish that you didn't have to."

"Now who sounds like Clint?" Wanda asked.

"Never compare me to Barton!" Tony hissed dramatically yet quietly. Wanda stuck her tongue out playfully earning another fond smile from Tony. "You're okay. You know that, Scarlet?"

"You're not so terrible yourself, Man of Iron."

Tony snorted, flicked her on the arm and turned to leave. But not before promising to bring her dinner from a Jamaican restaurant that had jerk chicken supposedly so spicy, it made your eyes water before you even took a bite. Wanda smiled secretly to herself in anticipation. She could hardly wait. She settled back in her seat, watching her brother sleep and basking in the feeling of peace that living with people that cared about them brought about. She could really get used to this boredom thing.

Clint ran a hand through his hair tiredly as he looked over the plans in front of him. They were good plans but he was working with a limited timetable. Realistically, Pietro would be out of the Infirmary in a week. They would watch him for another three weeks and then he would come down to the farm. That's where the problem started. He wanted the kid to be comfortable. Both of the kids actually. The whole point of moving them there was to get them used to the idea of having a home. And that meant having a space of their own. Between him, Laura and the kids… space of their own was going to be limited. He knew neither would complain about sharing the guest room but he didn't want that. He wanted them to know that they were more than guests. Not to mention, he was fairly confident that the guest bedroom would be used a lot more frequently now that Cooper and Lila were calling Steve, Tony, Bruce and Thor their uncles.

So they needed more space. And that's where the idea for the annex came in. Even if he did manage to outsource some help, there's no way he was getting that done in anything less than a month. He knew realistically that it wasn't a big deal. That the twins would be happy with anything. But he wanted them to come to the farm and have everything set up for them. Unfortunately, that was going to take a miracle... or a bored billionaire.

"Just checked on your twins, Tweety," Tony announced as he strolled through the main living room where Clint was seated going over his plans.

Clint looked up with a frown. "Who did you have to kill to get that to happen? I thought it was Sam and Steve today. Sam is supposedly teaching them all about American culture through music."

He let the comment about the twins belonging to him roll off of his back. It was clear that the pair had basically activated his paternal instincts. He didn't even try to hide it. But what amused him was how they had a similar effect on the rest of the team. While Clint was clearly a favorite, the others were campaigning for the second favorite spot. They were going to be spoiled rotten before they even got home… where Laura would most likely continue the spoiling efforts.

"Surprisingly I didn't have to kill anyone. The Army brothers left," Tony shrugged. "Steve caught wind on another lead on Bucky. Romanoff and Vision are still out looking for Bruce. Rhodey is actually at work. Don't worry though. Thor is sitting outside the Infirmary watching and brooding over this Infinity gem stuff."

Clint nodded slowly. That really did seem like something they should start getting concerned about soon. But he couldn't focus on that right now. Right now, he needed to focus on getting "his" twins home and settled before his youngest son was born. Then they could get Pietro back in shape and maybe then he could be concerned about the Infinity gems. Besides Thor was really vague on that one. Maybe it wasn't as bad as they thought.

"You planning on doing some construction?" Tony asked, sliding up to the table where Clint was studying his plans.

"Not here if that's what you're worried about," Clint retorted with a grin, earning a quiet laugh from Tony. He glanced at his friend out the corner of his eye. He looked more settled than he had in the past few days. Clint's grin grew a little bigger. "You had a heart to arc reactor chat with one of them, huh?"

"I don't even have the reactor anymore, Bird Brain. At least pretend to pay attention," Tony chided, smacking Clint on the chest. "But for the record, yes. With Scarlet. We had a chat about guilt and blame. It was appropriately depressing. She's starting to sound like you though. You sure you didn't leave any nine month presents in Sokovia around eighteen years ago."

Clint snorted. "No, definitely not. This whole disaster was my first and last time in Sokovia. They're just smart kids. Well, except the boy. He's an idiot."

"He's just like you," Tony countered, not looking Clint in the eye. "Recklessly stupid, idiotically brave and weirdly protective when it comes to those he calls family."

Clint paused. He never really thought about it that way. Maybe part of what drew him to Pietro (and also away from the kid) was that he saw himself in the teen. He was a bit of an idiot when he was that age. Still was according to Natasha and Laura but what did they know. And he didn't turn out so bad. Clint smirked shaking his head. He really did just adopt two more children. Unbelievable.

"Was he awake?"

"Yeah, for a little while. He and Wanda were bickering when I got there. He's looking a little better. Less like death warmed over at least."

"Yeah, Helen said his metabolism is starting to even out now. She said she might start him on solid foods tomorrow. So you and Steve can continue your efforts at pushing them towards obesity."

"Was going to do that anyway," Tony muttered under his breath. He then tapped the designs. "Seriously, Barton. What's up with these? I'm guessing this is for the farm?"

"Yeah, I thought it would be nice for the twins to have their own space in the house. I was also thinking it would help to have some more space for the inevitable influx of Avengers."

They both laughed at that one. Laura left a few days ago taking Cooper and Lila with her. The two youngest Bartons (for now) would not leave until they secured promises of frequent visits and communication from all Avengers, both old and new. Proving that he really was on a team with some of the biggest softies in the world, they all caved pretty much immediately. And Laura assured him that they were all keeping their word. Even Natasha and Vision were in touch while they were scouring the earth for Bruce.

The total acceptance the Avengers showed his family made him wonder why he bothered to hide them in the first place. True, he hid them from SHIELD because even though he trusted Nick and Phil, he didn't trust the organization. So he kept his family off the radar. But the Avengers… they weren't SHIELD. He trusted them. He liked them. They were a mess but they were his mess. His family too. Well damn. To quote Pietro, he definitely didn't see that coming.

"You're definitely going to need some room," Tony mused, pulling him from his mushy thoughts. "Want some help?"

"Sure, but you have to promise not to create any world destroying murder bots in the guise of helping me some extra rooms."

Tony snorted. "It'll be a struggle, but I think I can manage. Dumbass."

"Moron," Clint shot back fondly. "So not that I'm not ridiculously excited to spend even more time with you than I already do, but why do you even care? There are probably a thousand better things you can be doing instead of helping me build some extra rooms."

Tony shrugged again. His fingers toyed with the edges of the designs idly. "I just…. There have been some mistakes…. Ugh, look the thing is that I screwed up with the whole Ultron thing and even before that. The Wonder Twins lost their parents and their home because I wasn't more careful. Because of weapons that I created. There is nothing I can ever do to change that… to take it back. But I can help them to get a new home and family."

Clint didn't respond. He really didn't know how to start. He simply stared at the man he grudgingly thought of as a friend. Tony could be a huge pain in the ass and pretty much required 24/7 supervision… but he was a good man. He had an even better heart. It was just hard to see it sometimes. But when he let it show, it was an amazing thing to see. Clint smiled to himself. So maybe it wasn't so grudging after all. He leaned into Tony's side.

"You're so campaigning to be their favorite uncle, huh?"

Tony scoffed, nudging the archer in the side. "I'm already their favorite by default that I'm your favorite."

"When did we decide this?"

"I'm totally your favorite," Tony argued. Clint smirked and was just thinking of an effective retort when the elevator to the communal floor chimed. The two men exchanged glances, rising slowly. And then a familiar redhead was storming off the elevator and stalking past the bewildered pair.

"Nat, you okay?" Clint asked, warily. It was kind of obvious that she was not okay given that she just knocked back one glass of Tony's good scotch and was starting to pour a second in the time it took for him to ask that question.

"Bruce?!" Clint whirled around to see that their missing friend was indeed standing by the elevator, shooting plaintive glances in Natasha's direction. "Where the hell have you been?!"

Bruce raked a hand through his hair that had grown even more unruly in the two weeks since Sokovia. It was clear wherever he was, he wasn't living comfortably. And Clint had a good feeling that it wasn't going to be much more comfortable either. He could feel the cold shoulder Natasha was giving him from over here. Clint wanted to sympathize but really, he was slightly pissed at the dude too. He just left. And his leaving hurt Natasha. So yeah, he wasn't too happy with Bruce at the moment either.

"Vision and I found him out in the jungle," Natasha finally finishes her sixth glass and is back to glaring at Bruce. "Fun fact, Vision can carry the Hulk. That's good to know for when he decides to run. Again."

Bruce winced but wisely did not comment on that. Smart man.

"So did I miss anything while I was gone?"

"Oh yeah, you missed some stuff. Pietro jumped in front of Clint and about a hundred bullets. Needless to say, he was very much not okay. That meant that Wanda was very much not okay but she took out Ultron by herself. So win for her. Clint is about to go on paternity leave for his baby and because he adopted the Wonder Twins. Thor is brooding about this Infinity Gem stuff. Cap is still scouring the Earth for any sign of his undead best friend dragging Sam with him. Speaking of Wilson, he, Rhodey, the Wonder Twins and JARVIS Jr are the newest additions to the team."

Now Clint felt bad. Bruce looked overwhelmed by the almost venomous reply from his Science Brother. Damn paternal instincts.

"Seriously, Bruce, it's good to see you, man. I'm glad you're okay."

Bruce nodded in gratitude. "Thanks, Clint. It's good to be back." He looked pointedly at Natasha and then Tony. "It's good to be home."

It's only because they've been best friends for what seems like forever that Clint notices Natasha warming slightly. Bruce is going to have a hell of a time getting back in her good graces but it was only a matter of time. Tony would likely forgive him the minute he got inspired by some new science project. So in about an hour or so. It felt good to have most of the team back under the same roof again. Even their newbies. It was then that a thought occurred to him.

"Hey, Nat, where is Vision anyway?"

"Oh, he wanted to check on Wanda. They've been talking pretty much every day since we've been gone. Wanda didn't tell you?"

Clint felt his eye twitch. "No, Wanda didn't tell me that she's been talking to Vision. What the hell have they been talking about every day?"

"I don't know," Natasha shrugged but with a small smile on her face. "Must have been nice because he pretty much made a beeline to the Infirmary." Clint's eye continued to twitch.

"Agent Barton?"

"Yeah, FRIDAY?"

"Ms. Maximoff wanted me to inform you that she's leaving the Infirmary for a little while. She said she was going for a walk with Vision before dinner."

Clint groaned. This wasn't fair. Lila was still six. He was supposed to have more time to deal with daughters and dating. But no, now he had a teenage daughter that was apparently flirting with an android. How was this even his life?

"I blame you for this, Stark."

"How high did you have to jump to reach that conclusion?"

"This is your fault. You made Ultron and he made Vision. So that makes him your grandson. Your grandson is flirting with my teenage sort of daughter!"

Any response Tony would've made to that was cut off by Bruce's laughter. Both men looked at him with wide eyes before giving into the urge to laugh as well. Natasha even cracked a smile. Yeah, it was good to have the team almost all back together.

"Agent Barton, Mr. Maximoff is awake and intends to go after his sister. Thor is requesting permission to place Mjolnir on his stomach."

Seriously, how the hell was this his life?

The end again. I know it got kind of weird towards the end. I always struggle with endings! Well, hope you liked.