Tony's Girls
By: InitialA
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Marvel universe.
"Things are a little different around here, Bullseye, I don't know if Fury briefed you about anything…" Tony was saying as they entered the kitchen.
Clint was focused on Tony, and Tony in turn made sure to speak clearly and face him head on. "Not about domestics, no."
Pepper's eyes narrowed, noting a slight slur in Clint's speech. It was worse than Fury had warned them about. "Girls, there's someone we want you to meet."
Two redheads looked up from their work; one was doing algebra in crayon, the other was practicing cursive writing. Twin blue eyes followed their mother's hand to Clint. "Girls, this is your Uncle Clint," Pepper said clearly, looking at him.
Clint's eyebrows shot up. "Whoa. Guys, I was only gone seven years, hell froze over that fast? Who let Stark reproduce?"
"Mommy says it's not nice to say that word, even though Daddy says it all the time," the twin who had been doing cursive said, spelling it out in rudimentary American Sign Language as she talked.
"You were gone two years before this happened, they held him back as long as they could," Pepper said wryly.
The twin who had been doing algebra slid off of her stool and marched up to her new uncle, sticking out a small hand. Tony covered a laugh with a cough. "It's very nice to meet you, Uncle Clint. Cleo is better at signing than I am, I'm sorry about your ears."
Clint's callused hand engulfed the small one, and he shook it cordially. "Thanks. And I'm not great at it either, so Cleo might have to give me lessons."
Cleo smiled shyly. "Okay."
"I'm Antonia. Cleo's name is Cleopatra."
"Mommy says Daddy thinks he's funny," Cleo supplied helpfully.
Clint looked between Tony, who was smirking, and Pepper, who looked exasperated. "I was under some heavy medication after the C-section, I couldn't stop him."
((Clint has returned to his comic book status as DHOH. It was an accident during his undercover operation))