Chapter 5-Who he'll be
By: MysticFantasy
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"We can do this." Tony said looking at the instructions. "It's simple enough."
"So why haven't you done it yet?" Clint asked holding James close as the child continued his cries of hunger. "Come on man. He's hungry."
"I'm going. I'm going." Tony replied as he quickly began to follow the instructions. He measured the water needed, the amount of powdered formula, the temperature it needed to be heated at and poured it into the bottle.
Quickly placing the top on the bottle, Tony hurried over to Clint and handed it to him. The archer tested the warmth of the formula before deciding it was perfect.
He quickly sat on the sofa, held James correctly and allowed the infant to drink his formula. Instantly, James' cries subsidded and he began to drink his milk quickly.
"He's definatly got Steve's appetite." Tony stated watching the small boy drink.
"No doubt about that." Clint agreed with a smirk as he pulled the bottle back long enough for James to catch his breath before returning the bottle.
"I wonder what he's going to be like when he's older." Tony said. "Probably be like his daddy. Patriotic, generous, probably like a clone of Steve."
"Except for the hair color." Clint pointed out.
James' hair color was a near perfect match to his mother's. The thin strands of red had thickened over the past few months and were now completely covering his scalp. But he also had the exact same eyes as his father. Two clear crystal blue eyes that would surely be put to use when he was older to get what he wanted from his uncles who would easily give into his gaze.
James finished his bottle and Clint easily burped him. The small baby gave a loud burp that surprised the two men.
"I think he gets that from Thor." Tony said.
"I think so too." Clint said as he shifted James into a comfortable position in his arms and began to gently rock him.
"I wonder if he's going to be as good looking as me." Tony wondered.
"Poor kid."
Tony lightly glared at Clint who smirked.
"Still, I wonder if he's going to look more like Steve or Natasha."
"I say Steve." Clint said. "He's got Steve's eyes and apetite. So why not look like the Cap."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Tony agreed as he sat back against the couch. "James will probably be like him too. Going around helping people, save cats that are stuck in trees, help little old ladies across the street."
Clint lightly chuckled, making sure to not be loud since James was starting to doze off.
"There's one thing about him that we'll know for sure." Tony said.
"What's that?" Clint asked.
"His Uncle Tony is going to spoil him rotten."
"Not before me."
"We can both spoil him and share in the pain that'll come when Steve and Natasha realize what he did to him and they decide to beat the living daylight out of us."
"Sounds like a good plan. If getting shot by Tasha or hit upside the head by Steve's shield means that I can spoil James all I want then I'll gladly do it." Clint said.
"I wonder if he'd want to go to private school." Tony said with a small smirk. "Imagine him walking around with his kind of people. Granted that he'll be more famous than any of them. If he gets Steve's strength then he'll be the football quarterback the whole time he's there."
"And a track star if he can ran like Steve." Clint added as he tucked the baby blanket around James. He slowly stood and made his way to the nursery with Tony right behind him.
"Either way, the kid's got a bright future ahead of him." Tony said as Clint gently placed his godson in the crib. "And he's got a heck of a family to make sure that he's taken care of."
"That's true." Clint agreed. "He's got a genius billionare, a genius doctor that can change into a rage machine, a god of thunder and a SHIELD agent to look out for him. No one will mess with him since he's the son of the Black Widow and Captain America. No one is stupid enough to try something funny with him since the Avengers are his family."
"Yep. I think it's safe to say that he'll be the next American Golden Boy." Tony mused.