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Avengers fic for writerverse
Title: The Girl with Red Hair
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, OFC
Rating: PG
Words: 1,214
A/N: Wrote this for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse’s Father’s Day Challenge. It’s an AU if Natasha and Clint had a child of their own and nothing ever happened to Phil.... :) Also based vaguely off this fanart.
Clint can remember the first time he ever saw her. He had literally just come back from a mission in the Czech Republic when Coulson had told him the news. He still had dirt on his arms, someone’s—he wasn’t sure whose—blood was on his neck and on his arm, and there was sweat still clinging to his body. He wasn’t the most composed of people, that was for damn sure.
It didn’t matter though.
He was only worried about getting to Natasha in time to see what was wrong. He hadn’t seen her in near a week, due to being gone and working. That hadn’t meant he felt bad about leaving; he felt horrible. He was partly responsible for this; the least he could do is actually be there.
But he had missed it. When he got to the S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital, it was all over and there wasn’t anything he could do except stand on the other side of the glass and watch the pink-bundle squirm. Clint rested his hand and his forehead against the glass and just watched the baby move in fascination. He couldn’t get a very good look, but he saw pink skin and the proper number of limbs.
“I’ve seen many things in my time,” Coulson started as he walked up next to Clint, “but a baby born here wasn’t one I ever thought I’d see. Least of all your offspring.”
Clint smiled a little. “Saying I couldn’t do it?”
“I’m saying I’m surprised Natasha didn’t have you castrated.”
Clint scowled over at the innocently-smiling Coulson and shook his head. “Suppose I should’ve gotten some cigars, shouldn’t I?”
“I think everyone would be more grateful if you took a shower. I know I would.” Phil wrinkled his nose and Clint shook his head before turning back to the view inside the make-shift nursery. Clint had to admire the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff for turning Dr. Banner’s laboratory cart into a half-decent bassinet.
“Let me see Tasha first.” Clint said and then took a long look at his daughter—their daughter.
Coulson nodded. “She’s in room number two. Probably drugged out, but then again, maybe not.”
Clint hoped not as he turned and left to go to exam room number two. He wanted to see her, speak to her, hold her for a few minutes. And then he caught sight of himself in the reflective glass of the door.
“Maybe…maybe a shower wouldn’t hurt first…” Clint said and looked at all the dirt on his face.
“Might make you look better too.”
Clint nodded and changed course to the emergency showers that were kept in the hospital unit. He didn’t even care about who might walk in and see, he had to get ready to see his Tasha and their child.
Natasha leaned against the pillows, only half awake. Clint couldn’t blame her really; it must’ve taken a lot of effort to actually have a baby. He was busy apologizing for missing it anyway.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone to Czech—”
“It’s fine Clint. It’s over now. You didn’t miss anything except a lot of swearing and broken fingers, on the nurse staff’s part.”
Clint stilled and looked at her very seriously.
“I missed everything, Tasha.” He said quietly. “I missed her first breath, when she first opened her eyes, what she looks like, I still haven’t seen her Tasha!”
Natasha shifted a little and took his hand in hers. “Well, let’s fix that, okay?”
Clint nodded and she pushed the call button on the bed. When the intercom went, Natasha spoke in a calm voice. “I’d like to see my baby again, please.”
“Yes ma’am.”
In the few brief moments of silence, another thought occurred to him. “Have you named her yet?”
The door opened and one of the nurses brought in the still-moving bundle. The nurse had a smile on his face and brought their child closer. Natasha opened her arms when the nurse came closer and took the baby protectively into her embrace. The nurse excused himself and shut the door quietly behind him.
Clint took a deep breath and looked down at the small baby covered in the blanket. Quickly, his eyes raked over everything there was to see and he had to slow himself down to actually process what it was he was seeing. His breath stilled and a fond smile crossed his face.
She had a light dusting of reddish-blonde hair on the top of her head with pale, pale skin to match. Clint could only imagine the dusting of freckles that would later cover her face and arms. She had all ten fingers, five on each hand like there was supposed to be. The same for her toes. She had two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. It was his eyes that really captivated him, though.
They were the same green as Natasha’s, bright and vivid. Clint found himself transfixed and stared at the child they had created together. He couldn’t open his mouth to speak, even if he had wanted to. He was too overwhelmed by emotion.
Instead, he reached forward and lightly took his finger and slowly moved it down her cheek. His daughter’s eyes watched the movement and reached out to grab it. When she touched him and took his finger in her small grip, Clint swore he couldn’t breathe.
“Did you name her yet?” He asked again and kept his eyes fixed on her small face.
“No. I thought you would want to be here for that.” Natasha said softly and carefully adjusted the blanket. Clint looked over to her with a grateful look. Natasha just nodded so he wouldn’t have to say anything. “Just don’t pick Nancy or Judy or something, please. I urge you.”
Clint smiled a little before leaning down to kiss her cheek softly. “I love you,” he murmured quietly and looked back to their baby.
“And I love you too, kid.” He kept studying her for a moment. “Kid…Kitt…Kitty…”
“Katerina?” Natasha provided, picking up on his train of thought.
Clint looked up and nodded. “I like it, do you?”
Natasha shifted her head and looked down at their baby. “Katerina Barton. Yes, I do like it.”
Clint smiled and shifted closer to the pair of them. Natasha shifted into his body as well.
“Do you want to hold her?”
Clint hesitated a moment. He was afraid of dropping her, but then he realized if he did that—which he would do his absolute best not to—she would only fall a few inches to the bed anyway. Besides, Natasha would probably catch her at the first sign of anything wrong, anyway. Clint nodded hesitantly.
Natasha shifted Katerina into his arms and watched him take hold of her. He tried to mirror everything he had ever seen about anyone holding babies and held her awkwardly into his chest. He smiled slightly as Katerina gurgled and fisted the blanket in her hand.
Tasha shifted to rest her head on Clint’s shoulder and watched both of them.
“Oh, and Clint?”
“Mmm?” he asked, not taking his eyes off Katerina.
“Happy Father’s Day.” She said softly and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
Clint smiled and thought that there couldn’t be a better day in the world.
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, OFC
Rating: PG
Words: 1,214
A/N: Wrote this for
writerverse’s Father’s Day Challenge. It’s an AU if Natasha and Clint had a child of their own and nothing ever happened to Phil.... :) Also based vaguely off this fanart.Clint can remember the first time he ever saw her. He had literally just come back from a mission in the Czech Republic when Coulson had told him the news. He still had dirt on his arms, someone’s—he wasn’t sure whose—blood was on his neck and on his arm, and there was sweat still clinging to his body. He wasn’t the most composed of people, that was for damn sure.
It didn’t matter though.
He was only worried about getting to Natasha in time to see what was wrong. He hadn’t seen her in near a week, due to being gone and working. That hadn’t meant he felt bad about leaving; he felt horrible. He was partly responsible for this; the least he could do is actually be there.
But he had missed it. When he got to the S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital, it was all over and there wasn’t anything he could do except stand on the other side of the glass and watch the pink-bundle squirm. Clint rested his hand and his forehead against the glass and just watched the baby move in fascination. He couldn’t get a very good look, but he saw pink skin and the proper number of limbs.
“I’ve seen many things in my time,” Coulson started as he walked up next to Clint, “but a baby born here wasn’t one I ever thought I’d see. Least of all your offspring.”
Clint smiled a little. “Saying I couldn’t do it?”
“I’m saying I’m surprised Natasha didn’t have you castrated.”
Clint scowled over at the innocently-smiling Coulson and shook his head. “Suppose I should’ve gotten some cigars, shouldn’t I?”
“I think everyone would be more grateful if you took a shower. I know I would.” Phil wrinkled his nose and Clint shook his head before turning back to the view inside the make-shift nursery. Clint had to admire the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff for turning Dr. Banner’s laboratory cart into a half-decent bassinet.
“Let me see Tasha first.” Clint said and then took a long look at his daughter—their daughter.
Coulson nodded. “She’s in room number two. Probably drugged out, but then again, maybe not.”
Clint hoped not as he turned and left to go to exam room number two. He wanted to see her, speak to her, hold her for a few minutes. And then he caught sight of himself in the reflective glass of the door.
“Maybe…maybe a shower wouldn’t hurt first…” Clint said and looked at all the dirt on his face.
“Might make you look better too.”
Clint nodded and changed course to the emergency showers that were kept in the hospital unit. He didn’t even care about who might walk in and see, he had to get ready to see his Tasha and their child.
Natasha leaned against the pillows, only half awake. Clint couldn’t blame her really; it must’ve taken a lot of effort to actually have a baby. He was busy apologizing for missing it anyway.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone to Czech—”
“It’s fine Clint. It’s over now. You didn’t miss anything except a lot of swearing and broken fingers, on the nurse staff’s part.”
Clint stilled and looked at her very seriously.
“I missed everything, Tasha.” He said quietly. “I missed her first breath, when she first opened her eyes, what she looks like, I still haven’t seen her Tasha!”
Natasha shifted a little and took his hand in hers. “Well, let’s fix that, okay?”
Clint nodded and she pushed the call button on the bed. When the intercom went, Natasha spoke in a calm voice. “I’d like to see my baby again, please.”
“Yes ma’am.”
In the few brief moments of silence, another thought occurred to him. “Have you named her yet?”
The door opened and one of the nurses brought in the still-moving bundle. The nurse had a smile on his face and brought their child closer. Natasha opened her arms when the nurse came closer and took the baby protectively into her embrace. The nurse excused himself and shut the door quietly behind him.
Clint took a deep breath and looked down at the small baby covered in the blanket. Quickly, his eyes raked over everything there was to see and he had to slow himself down to actually process what it was he was seeing. His breath stilled and a fond smile crossed his face.
She had a light dusting of reddish-blonde hair on the top of her head with pale, pale skin to match. Clint could only imagine the dusting of freckles that would later cover her face and arms. She had all ten fingers, five on each hand like there was supposed to be. The same for her toes. She had two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. It was his eyes that really captivated him, though.
They were the same green as Natasha’s, bright and vivid. Clint found himself transfixed and stared at the child they had created together. He couldn’t open his mouth to speak, even if he had wanted to. He was too overwhelmed by emotion.
Instead, he reached forward and lightly took his finger and slowly moved it down her cheek. His daughter’s eyes watched the movement and reached out to grab it. When she touched him and took his finger in her small grip, Clint swore he couldn’t breathe.
“Did you name her yet?” He asked again and kept his eyes fixed on her small face.
“No. I thought you would want to be here for that.” Natasha said softly and carefully adjusted the blanket. Clint looked over to her with a grateful look. Natasha just nodded so he wouldn’t have to say anything. “Just don’t pick Nancy or Judy or something, please. I urge you.”
Clint smiled a little before leaning down to kiss her cheek softly. “I love you,” he murmured quietly and looked back to their baby.
“And I love you too, kid.” He kept studying her for a moment. “Kid…Kitt…Kitty…”
“Katerina?” Natasha provided, picking up on his train of thought.
Clint looked up and nodded. “I like it, do you?”
Natasha shifted her head and looked down at their baby. “Katerina Barton. Yes, I do like it.”
Clint smiled and shifted closer to the pair of them. Natasha shifted into his body as well.
“Do you want to hold her?”
Clint hesitated a moment. He was afraid of dropping her, but then he realized if he did that—which he would do his absolute best not to—she would only fall a few inches to the bed anyway. Besides, Natasha would probably catch her at the first sign of anything wrong, anyway. Clint nodded hesitantly.
Natasha shifted Katerina into his arms and watched him take hold of her. He tried to mirror everything he had ever seen about anyone holding babies and held her awkwardly into his chest. He smiled slightly as Katerina gurgled and fisted the blanket in her hand.
Tasha shifted to rest her head on Clint’s shoulder and watched both of them.
“Oh, and Clint?”
“Mmm?” he asked, not taking his eyes off Katerina.
“Happy Father’s Day.” She said softly and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
Clint smiled and thought that there couldn’t be a better day in the world.