Summary: Pietro and Wanda grew up only having one another. And now they have a team, a home and most importantly a family. Yeah, they definitely didn't see that one coming. A series of stories set post Age of Ultron as the twins settle into a world of heroes, monsters, gods and Tony Stark.

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: Hello! I actually didn't mean to update this one so soon. I really was working on other stories. But once again, Darcy and now Natasha just interjected themselves into this story and my brain. My outline is officially a thing of the past! Well, hope you enjoy. It's a short chapter but I just wanted to write some fluff.

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It may come as a surprise to some but Clint Barton had nightmares. Actually, it wasn't fair to call what he experienced in those moments as simple bad dreams. Because they weren't always events that his subconscious twisted to make horrible. Sometimes, they were just his memories playing out for his entertainment. There was a lot in his life he was grateful for (his wife, his kids, the Avengers) but there was just as much that he would love to forget. In the midst of dealing with the whole Ultron thing, then expanding the house and finally getting the twins settled in, Clint was blissfully free of any and all nightmares. That is until a week after he and the twins got home and he relived the moment when Pietro stepped in the path of twenty bullets. Yeah, he definitely should've seen that one coming.

It took his thirty something years of experience to keep himself from screaming himself awake. Instead, he sat up straight, careful not to disturb Laura. She hadn't been sleeping well lately. As it got closer and closer to her due date, she was getting more and more restless. He timed his homecoming perfectly. Well that is if he could avoid giving his poor wife any more reasons to worry. She already spent an inordinate amount of time worrying about the kids. The closer they got to baby Nate making his appearance in the world, the more her maternal instincts were kicked into high gear. So keeping that in mind, he eased himself out of the bed and out their room, intent on heading to the barn for some target practice. That always helped him to clear his thoughts.

As he was making his way to the stairs, his mind flashed back to his dream. To that moment when he realized he, and the child he was shielding, was somehow safe. To the moment when he saw Pietro standing over him. That stupid catchphrase he loved so much barely audible over the sound of him choking on his own blood. He fell, hitting the ground hard. Clint had been so surprised he couldn't move. It wasn't until he registered that the kid's eyes were open, yet seeing nothing, that Clint was finally able to move. He remembered Steve coming over but all he could see was Pietro. The cocky little asshole that infuriated him and annoyed him and saved him. The kid who had his whole life ahead of him but chose instead to save one of the people he was working to destroy not too long ago. Kid was right, he didn't see it coming.

Clint changed directions and instead headed down the hall to the newest wing of the house where Cooper and the twins slept. Cooper happily abandoned his room closer to his parents for the baby in favor of moving to the room across from Wanda and Pietro. The twins welcomed him into their inner circle like Clint knew they would. Though he occasionally wished they would be a little less welcoming. Especially on the nights when Cooper had school, and Clint and Laura had to break up the trio's little powwows.

Clint padded quietly down the hall, bearing in mind that both of the family's new additions were light sleepers. He didn't want to bother anyone else with his nightmares. But he needed to check on them. He needed to remind himself that Pietro was still alive. That they didn't lose Wanda to her grief and madness. They were fine. Wanda was most likely on her computer talking to one of the various Avengers. Pietro was probably reading on his Stark given iPad. They were fine. They were… not there. He checked Pietro's room first. The blue and gray room was empty. Wanda's room, fiery shades of red adorning the walls and furniture, was similarly empty.

He fought against the panic. His dream was too fresh in his mind. He knew he wasn't imagining the past month and a half but maybe he was? Maybe having someone as young as Pietro lay down their life for him was the final straw. He knew he was walking a fine line after Phil died but maybe this was what finally tipped him over. He headed downstairs to the kitchen. He needed a drink. He was halfway to his destination when he spotted two figures sitting close together on the living sofa. The nightlight they left up for the kids illuminated the head of dark brown hair pressed against a mess of silver and brown curls. Clint felt his heart settle at the sight of the twins. He didn't make it up. He didn't lose them both.

"Hey," he called out softly. They turned in unison to face him. Their faces were blank but Clint learned early in the game to look at their eyes. Wanda's emerald eyes were tired and flat while Pietro's blue were red rimmed and too shiny. Black smudges circled both of their eyes. Seems like he wasn't the only one having nightmares that evening.

He walked in the room, smiling softly as they moved away, staring up at him expectantly. He settled down on the chair between them, wrapping an arm around them both. Wanda rested her head on his shoulder. She reached across his lap to hold onto Pietro's hand. Clint placed his hand over their joined hands.

"Thought I told you both to come to us if something like this happened."

"It was bad," Pietro whispered.

"Who's nightmare?"

He knew from experience that they frequently shared dreams, for better or for worse. One day he was going to get Bruce to explain to him how that connection of theirs worked. But for right now he was content to hold them both and offer whatever comfort he could.

"It was Pietro," Wanda murmured. Her voice was somewhat muffled as she refused to lift it. "He dreamed of… dying."

Oh, well that was dark. No wonder they were both up.

"You know what works wonders for dealing with nightmares?"

"Talking about them?" Pietro suggested with thinly veiled disgust in his voice. Yeah, he really was a bad influence on that kid.

"God no, I'm not Sam." He paused. "But if you did want to talk about them, you know I'm here for you both, right?"

"Yes, but you are not Sam," Pietro replied with a hint of a smile. Clint tapped the teen on his arm and grinned in return.

"You're damn right. But I find that the cure to all nightmares is junk food and late night television. The more sugary the junk food, the better. So you guys interested?" The twins exchanged matching smiles.

Ten minutes later, the trio were huddled under a blanket surrounded by all of the junk food Clint usually forbid the kids from eating. Wanda was leaning against his side, her feet tucked under her. Clint gave her another five minutes before she was out. Pietro, on the other hand, was sitting stiffly on the seat next to him. His body was tense and yet he couldn't stop fidgeting even as he worked his way through a tub of chocolate ice cream.

In some ways, Wanda was the easiest of the pair when it came to accepting comfort and affection. It wasn't surprising given that Pietro was the natural caretaker of them both. He looked out for his sister. He gave freely and didn't expect to get anything back. He didn't expect to need anything in return. As a result, Wanda was easily comforted by a hug, a gentle pat on the shoulder and a kiss on the forehead. Pietro… well, Pietro was not. It was getting better but it would be so much easier if he was like his sister. Instead he had to be like Clint.

Great now even he was starting to wonder if they were his kids or not. But whether they were his biologically or not, the fact remained that they were as much his kids as Cooper and Lila were. Hell, he was pretty sure Laura was actually hyphenating their names in her head. It was going to be interesting when Pietro left to join up with the Avengers again. He had a feeling his wife was not going to deal well with that transition. But for now, Clint had other things to worry about. For example, the sad, overly anxious speedster beside him that was clearly in dire need of some sort of comfort but too emotionally stunted to accept it. Why did he have to be just like Clint? Why?!

He glanced down to see that Wanda was once again sleeping peacefully before turning his attention to Pietro.

"I had a nightmare too." He kept his eyes on the television but he knew he had the kid's attention. "That's why I'm up. I had a hell of a nightmare and I went to check on you two but you weren't in your rooms."

"What did you dream about?"

"You dying," Clint admitted, quietly. "Seems like it was a theme tonight. But yeah, I dreamt about that moment when you essentially did die to save me. Of the struggle to bring you back. I didn't know if Helen was going to be able to do it. I really wasn't sure. But then she did. And I guess it didn't really hit me how close we came to losing you until we got back here where it's quiet."

Pietro let out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."

"Are you seriously apologizing for almost dying?" Clint asked, tilting his head to look at the younger man. Pietro smiled softly. "Do not apologize for that. Just promise that you won't take unnecessary risks. I would never tell you not to take any risks. That would be incredibly hypocritical of me. But I do want you to stay as safe as you can. I was pretty upset when we lost you before but it would crush me if something happened to you now. Not to mention what it would do to Wanda, Laura and the kids."

He didn't expect Pietro to respond. So instead he continued to surf through the channels, looking for something to watch. It was mostly infomercials and a few religious programs. Then he found the Disney channel. The Lion King was just about to start. Well, that's settled. He was so engrossed in the movie, and the struggle not to sing-along, that it took him a moment to register that he was currently being used as a pillow for both twins instead of just the one.

"You ever seen this movie?" he asked, quietly. He felt Pietro shake his head. "It's one of my favorites. Lila's favorite too. Expect that she will make you watch this until you can quote along with it. She's pretty much a Disney freak, that one. She has pretty good taste. Usually. But if she comes to with Frozen, run the other way. You'll have that damn song stuck in your head for days. And I do mean days. She once watched that movie every day for two months straight."

"That one we've seen. A few of the HYRDA guards really liked it."

Clint raised an eyebrow. "A bunch of Nazi worshiping sycophants sitting back and watching Disney movies with the teenagers they turned into a science project. Damn if that's still not the weirdest thing I've ever heard." Pietro laughed again, settling further into Clint's side.

A comfortable silence fell over the pair. Wanda slept on peacefully while Pietro's eyes drooped every now and then but he wouldn't give into it. Clint really hoped he gave up the struggle by the time they reached the part where Mustafa died. That was always Clint's least favorite part. And after everything with Phil… yeah, he had even more reasons to hate that particular scene. Just as the stampede scene was about to start, Clint heard what sounded like someone trying to pick the lock on their front door. He was immediately alert. He nudged Pietro, despite knowing the speedster was already aware of what was happening.

"Take your sister upstairs and stay up there."

"I can fight too," Pietro countered.

"I know you can. That's not what this is about. But in case something gets through me, I need you to protect Laura and the kids," Clint argued. Pietro narrowed his eyes as if wanting to dispute that but eventually zipped away with Wanda in his arms. Clint crept over to the door, pausing only to grab a weapon from the safe they kept locked on the top of the bookcase. He slid the clip into the gun and took off the safety. He had the weapon aimed just as the front door swung open. He didn't know what he was expecting really. But it definitely wasn't a giggly Darcy and Natasha. He lowered his gun, sliding the safety back on.

"What the hell are you two doing here?"

"Clint!" Natasha yelled before slapping a hand over her mouth. Darcy shushed her while fighting off further giggles. The archer rubbed his forehead wearily.

"I repeat… what the hell are you guys doing here? And are you drunk?"

"No," Darcy lied. "We're just tipsy."

"Okay, well. Why are you tipsy at my house at four o'clock in the morning?"

"We are engaging in the ancient rite of girls' night out!" Natasha replied, with an air of gravity that she couldn't quite pull off. Clint sighed and let his drunk best friend lean against him. Natasha was definitely gone while Darcy seemed slightly better. But still, Natasha rarely ever drank to this level.

"What happened, Darce?"

"She and Bruce decided it was best if they stopped that weird not a relationship thing they were doing," Darcy replied, toying with the edges of her dress. Clint sighed.

He definitely saw that one coming. He liked Bruce. He loved Natasha. But he didn't think that they were good for one another in a romantic sense. Both of them had their fair share of emotional baggage. But together they just compounded on the other's issues. So he knew it wasn't going to work out between them in the long run. He just wished it happened when he was around to handle the fallout. In a way, he supposed that he kind of was.

"Okay," he said, focusing on the two women. "That's really tragic but I don't quite get how you two got from drinking away your sorrows to my farm at four o'clock in the morning."

"Darcy wanted to tip a cow," Natasha slurred.

"We don't have cows," Clint pointed out.

"We know."

Clint narrowed his eyes before just giving up. Having a conversation with either woman could be an experience but it went up a whole other level when you added in alcohol. He figured it would just be better to get them settled before he tried for anymore answers. So he steered both women into the living room. He heard Pietro zipping back into the room a few minutes ago. The speedster must have realized that it was safe and come back to finish the movie. At least that's what Clint thought. Instead what he found was Pietro just turning off the television. The couch which was loaded down with junk food when he left was clean. The blanket was folded up and returned to the armchair where it was before. The room was almost the same before their impromptu movie night.

"What are you doing?"

Pietro looked at him with wide eyes. "I was cleaning up after myself before I went back upstairs. I figured you wanted to spend some time with your friends."

Clint rolled his eyes, looking down at Natasha. "Was I this bad?"

Natasha tilted her head to the side. "From the way Phil and Nick talked about you, you were actually worse." Clint scrunched up his nose.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Natasha patted him on the arm before letting him go entirely. She stumbled over to Pietro and dragged him down with her as she collapsed on the sofa. She ignored his confusion as she turned the television back on. "Oh, The Lion King! But aw, we missed the stampede scene. That part always makes Clint cry."

"Shut up, Nat."

"But it's so cute," Darcy cooed. Clint rolled his eyes, flopping down on the seat beside Pietro, trapping the speedster between him and Natasha. Darcy settled on Clint's free side.

Clint was grateful that Tony pretty much took into account that there would likely be late night visits from the various members of the Avengers. There was soundproofing between the first floor and the second floor where the rest of his family slept on, blissfully ignorant of the drunk intern and assassin singing Hakuna Matata along with an amused, and okay indulgent, archer and a bewildered enhanced teen.

As the movie drew to a close, Clint was the only one still awake. Natasha was drooling on Pietro's shirt. Pietro himself had his head tipped back on the sofa but was leaning heavily into Clint's side. Darcy was curled around a pillow, muttering something about her boyfriend and Thor. Clint's sanity probably depended on not knowing what the hell she was dreaming about. He was stuck. Any shift of movement would've disturbed them and he found that he really didn't want to. He knew that Natasha was upset about her latest breakup but she came here. A couple of days with the kids and she'd be right as rain. Darcy would be there to help out any time the kids couldn't pull her out of her funk.

He was starting to doze off himself when he heard almost whisper light footsteps approaching the sofa. He smirked. "You were faking it, weren't you?" Wanda laughed softly, coming to a stop behind her brother. She brushed her fingers through her twin's hair. Clint felt Pietro relax even further.

"I do not know what you're talking about," Wanda said, her voice amused in a way that even Clint couldn't help but smiling to. "But I do want to watch this Lion King movie tomorrow. It seemed… fun."

"You got it, Scarlet."

She beamed in his direction. With a flick of her wrist and a haze of red, the blanket from earlier settled over the sofa and the four people resting there. She leaned down to press a soft kiss to her sleeping brother's forehead. Clint felt himself melting further down as the same kiss was bestowed upon him. As he finally settled down to sleep for the night, Clint realized this was not a comfortable position at all. But the crick in his neck and pains in his back were so worth Pietro's sound sleep and the torture he was going to inflict on the kids' two hungover aunts.

It was good to be home.

*The end for now. I'm sorry to any Brutasha fans but it just wasn't working for me. Maybe I'll try and explore it in the future. But I've been a Clintasha fan since the first Avengers movie. So even accepting Laura is difficult for me. But I really can't see the whole Natasha and Bruce thing. Have no fear, there will not be too much in the way of drama there. But for now, Aunt Nat is joining the Barton's on the farm. Hope that you all enjoyed this chapter. And thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, for all your wonderful reviews/favorites/follows. It means so much to me that people are actually enjoying this story that I literally just started as a way to cope with the blatant Joss lies that Pietro is dead. So thanks again and ciao for now!