Chapter 6 ~ Nat's POV:
I wake early frowning when I don't feel Clint's arms around me and sit up slowly. I rub my eyes tiredly thinking of him as he's in New Mexico with Coulson working on some security thing and has orders to stay until notified he can leave. After the kids were born, he decided to join a military branch of S.H.I.E.L.D and only take on a few solo missions when necessary besides the ones with me.
I slowly get up and sigh looking out the windows to see the sky turning from purple to blue. I smile hugging Clint's shirt around me tighter and sigh wishing he was here to look at this too.
I quickly go downstairs to make myself some coffee and gasp seeing Lucas on top of the island digging in the cookie jar. "Lucas Francis Barton! What do you think you're doing?"
He stops immediately and turns to me with big, scared, blue eyes looking just like Clint would if I had caught him. "Mommy, I got hungry."
"Then why didn't you come get me, my little hawk." I shake my head and pick him up dropping the cookie he had back in the cookie jar. "Let's get you some real breakfast."
Lucas nods and leans his head on my shoulder as I look to see Aliyah coming in as well. I sit him down in his spot at the table and Ali climbs up beside him in her spot. I kiss her head before turning to get them their breakfast and my coffee.
"Mommy, when daddy gonna call?" Aliyah asks watching me as I fix their plates.
"Hopefully soon, princess." I tell her with a sad smile as I give them their plates of fruit and cereal with milk. I sit across from them in the booth/nook that we use as a kitchen table and hold my coffee mug in both hands.
I sit at the new kitchen table looking out at the deck and to the wooded backyard. Clint and I just moved in about two days ago and love it here knowing it's exactly what we need to escape from the darker worlds of our missions. I smile sipping my coffee from the mug he gave me for Christmas and turn my head seeing him come in.
"Our bedroom is almost done." He says with a smile and I gaze at him wearing low-rise jeans and a shirt with paint splatters all over him.
"Good, maybe we can sleep in an actual bed tonight." I grin getting up and cross the room to kiss him softly.
"I didn't hear you complaining since I was practically your pillow." Clint smirks and wraps his arms around my waist.
I laugh and stand on my toes to kiss him gently. "I wasn't but we've slept in worse conditions."
He nods and leans down nuzzling my neck. I smile wrapping my arms around his neck and kiss his temple.
"Well, well…never thought I'd see the day when Hawkeye and Black Widow would be so happy living together." Coulson's voice interrupts us and we turn looking at him in the kitchen doorway.
I cross my arms and look at him smiling slightly. "You knew it would happen way before we even did."
"Yeah, the day I brought you back he said I had fallen for you." Clint rolls his eyes and grabs a mug to pour coffee in.
"I wasn't wrong, was I?" Phil grins and leans on the doorframe. "I brought the weapons you wanted for here. Fury is still asking why you need them."
"Tell him we got a place and need them with us." I say nodding and Clint pulls me back into his arms.
"Just show me where to put the weapons, love birds." The handler chuckles and Clint nods leading the way down into the three level, sound-proof, ammo-proof basement.
"Best investment we ever made with this house." Clint says as he helps Phil put the weapons in their respective spots around the room. I nod in agreement and pick up a simple pistol I use all the time on missions.
"I told you it would be since we need to do something other than sex in this house." I tell him and place the gun back in its place.
"Oh really? Come on, you two! Stop mentioning your sex life around me!" Phil glares at me and I shrug slightly not really caring since he always gets embarrassed by it.
"Sorry, Phil. That's just us. Crazy in love and don't care who knows it." Clint grins as he walks over to me and kisses me deeply hugging my waist.
That's just us. Crazy in love and don't care who knows it. His voice echoes in my head as I turn my gaze back to my children. I smile seeing how much they are like us and yet so innocent at just three years of age. I sigh as they giggle together and wish Clint was here knowing he hates missing any moment of their life because we can't even remember being so pure.
I grab my phone taking a picture of them making faces at each other with banana on their faces and send it to Clint. Good Morning from the babies. We love you. ~Nat
*hides behind Clint* Don't shoot! I'm sorry it's been so long but I was in a rut and school was taking my time. I'm also sorry it's short but I'm trying to get to a good part I think everyone will get excited for! Review!