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“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t had takeaway coffee since Pietro was born.” She reminded Clint with a chuckle. After a horrific aversion to the smell of coffee whilst pregnant with Pietro, Wanda had just never really drunk coffee. Wanda smiled at her husband’s ranting as he stashed the buggy away and she got Steve strapped into his own car seat, still being too small to ride alone. She then blew a raspberry on Pietro’s cheek as she leaned back out the car, her eldest son whining whilst Natasha giggled and shook her fists. “Off we go.” She smiled as she jumped in the car.

“You haven’t missed anything, takeaway coffee is absolutely horrible. I hate it. It’s poison in a paper cup.” Clint shook his head and patted the trusted coffee at his side. He was already looking forward to drinking it already. “Everyone excited to go see the animals at the zoo?” He called out to the back of the car, smiling widely at his three children in the mirror.

“I can’t say that I missed it anyways.” She smiled as she did up her seatbelt and made sure that her children had done the same. The children cheered and Natasha squeaked happily from her car seat as the car began out of the drive. “Daddy, will we see any elephants?” Steve asked.

"That's what I thought." Clint grinned faintly as he focused his eyes on the road in front of them. He did reach over and took a hold of Wanda's hand. "We will go look for the elephants that's for sure, Steve." He chuckled. "What do you wanna see Pietro?"

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I do have a Hogwarts verse dear anon! Sorry for the mega late reply, I recently started school and it's hard to combine Rp and school :(

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/BRUCE’S CIVIL WAR RANT/ *OPEN*

“Look I’m not being bias by picking Team Iron Man. Yeah, science bro’s all the way but beside’s that Tony is a smart clear guy..great hair..I’ve borrowed his clothes many times and they ALWAYS smell good. Steve has great qualities too! His..being patriotic is cool, it’s nice..very loyal..his pants never make his ass look,Steve has a great ass. That Dorito ratio thing he’s got going on is fantastic, Dorito’s are delicious..all kinds..except for one time in Brazil the spice on one of their’s was too much for my body. ANYWAYS. Love them both but I’ll raise my glass to Tony boy.”

"Man one of your arguments is the same argument for Roxxxy Andrews still being in the game for All Stars and I call bullshit. But honestly I ain't got enough friends to fight with all of'em so... You wanna grab a beer or something?"

#starkssciencebuddy

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“Leave me alone Clint” The redhead replied, turning away “I can handle myself” Pale hands lay tangled on her lap while she speaks quietly, pressing her lips together and blinking fast to get rid of any moist building under her eyelids.

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She felt a little dizzy as the most practical part of her mind warned her that what she had already done, what was already too late to fix could cost her so much more than she anticipated. Panic, nothing less, flooded her as her lips remained on Clint’s but he didn’t move. You have finally screwed everything, Romanov. It was clear inside her head.

But then, when she was about to jump out of the window and disappear into the night, he leaned in and his hand was on her hip; her fingers pulled the collar of his shirt closer as she melt into him with a sigh. The blanket was still wrapped around then, she had never felt so safe.

Clint moved with her, pulling her closer as she pulled him closer. He tilted his head to deepen this kiss, running his hands to rest on her sides. When the need for air became a bit too much to bear he slowly pulled back, opening his eyes and smiling like a fool. “Well… I didn’t expect that but I would totally recommand doing that again.”

Whatever second thoughts she had were erased as she felt him kiss her back, with intent, it felt almost like he had been wanting, waiting for her to do just that, kiss him; one of her hands went all the way to the back of his neck and got tangled in his hair meanwhile she pulled his lower lip between her teeth very slowly. When he parted, she turned her eyes away from him, to the only other living being in the small apartment. Lucky laid on his back and with his belly exposed, unaware of how, in seconds, Natasha had almost ruined what was probably the oldest -if not only -friendship she had.

Clint hummed softly, pressing a few soft kisses down her jawline. "You... Have no idea... How long... I've wanted to do that..." He whispered and gently cupped her cheek, trying to get her to look him in the eyes. "You don't regret it, right..? I mean, I sure as hell don't but if you didn't mean anything by it...."

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“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“Leave me alone Clint” The redhead replied, turning away “I can handle myself” Pale hands lay tangled on her lap while she speaks quietly, pressing her lips together and blinking fast to get rid of any moist building under her eyelids.

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She felt a little dizzy as the most practical part of her mind warned her that what she had already done, what was already too late to fix could cost her so much more than she anticipated. Panic, nothing less, flooded her as her lips remained on Clint’s but he didn’t move. You have finally screwed everything, Romanov. It was clear inside her head.

But then, when she was about to jump out of the window and disappear into the night, he leaned in and his hand was on her hip; her fingers pulled the collar of his shirt closer as she melt into him with a sigh. The blanket was still wrapped around then, she had never felt so safe.

Clint moved with her, pulling her closer as she pulled him closer. He tilted his head to deepen this kiss, running his hands to rest on her sides. When the need for air became a bit too much to bear he slowly pulled back, opening his eyes and smiling like a fool. “Well... I didn’t expect that but I would totally recommand doing that again.”

#redstainedballerina

“You still drive me crazy.”

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“Is that in a good way or bad way? Because I can see dealing with pregnant me for a third time driving even the most put together man to insanity.” Wanda chuckled as she ate ice cream from the tub she had balanced on her pregnant belly. Her feet were propped up on a foot stool and she was wearing sweat pants and her husband’s shirt.

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“I seriously regret mentioning that.” She teased when he mentioned the time she’d commented how cute he’d look with grey hair. Wanda curled up against her husband and continued to eat her ice cream as he spoke. “I’m going to remind you that you said that when she’s screaming at 3am.”

“I will never ever let it go in my life, I will cling onto it.” Clint chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I will take the night feedings. I swear. I’m gonna coddle that miracle child every single day until she gets sick of it.” He shook his head and wrapped an arm around her.

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“I’ll read you another chapter of this one and then bed time, Mister.” She smiled as she got comfortable by her son’s side. Wanda pulled her son close to her side and smiled, kissing his head as he cuddled his teddy. “You like this one so far, right?”

Pietro nodded and snuggled closer to his mother. He already felt sleepy but he wasn’t going to miss out on some extra reading time. He loved it. “I like it, it’s fun.” He yawned and nodded slowly. He had long since forgotten about the man downstairs.

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“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t had takeaway coffee since Pietro was born.” She reminded Clint with a chuckle. After a horrific aversion to the smell of coffee whilst pregnant with Pietro, Wanda had just never really drunk coffee. Wanda smiled at her husband’s ranting as he stashed the buggy away and she got Steve strapped into his own car seat, still being too small to ride alone. She then blew a raspberry on Pietro’s cheek as she leaned back out the car, her eldest son whining whilst Natasha giggled and shook her fists. “Off we go.” She smiled as she jumped in the car.

“You haven’t missed anything, takeaway coffee is absolutely horrible. I hate it. It’s poison in a paper cup.” Clint shook his head and patted the trusted coffee at his side. He was already looking forward to drinking it already. “Everyone excited to go see the animals at the zoo?” He called out to the back of the car, smiling widely at his three children in the mirror.

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“I’d rather you go gray, I’m not sure non-serum folks would handle be frozen alive the same. Then we just might have a fun sculpture of you, like Han Solo when he was encased in carbonite.” Alright, maybe he was a little too proud of that reference but Steve had drug him through every bullet point on ‘the list’, good and bad. Star Wars, he liked that the best and had re-watched them several times now. “I was thinking about getting one of those… a tattoo, not of my arm though.” he mused quietly. Right now he was too indecisive. As he kept kissing Clint, he ran his fingers through the short, blond hair, licking into the archer’s mouth for a few more beats before slowly breaking it off. “That felt better, maybe that’s just me though.” His finger still ruffled the hair towards the nape of Clint’s neck as Bucky looked into his eyes, unable to reel in a smile.

“I would absolutely love to be Han Solo for eternity.” Clint laughed softly and rested his forehead for a second on on Bucky’s shoulder. Who wouldn’t want to be Han Solo? Han Solo was fucking awesome. “I didn’t even know they showed you Star Wars already. Now... Do tell me, have they shown you Lord of the Rings yet?” He rose a playful brow. There was nothing more fun than teaching pop culture. “You wanna get a tattoo? What are you getting? I got a couple actually... Well, two to be precise.” He shrugged a little.

“Hmn way better, ten out of ten though I’m pretty sure every kiss’ll be ten out of ten.” Clint hummed softly, pressing a short kiss to the corner of Bucky’s mouth. He couldn’t help but to smile back at Bucky. “You’re something... Something real damn good...”

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“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“Leave me alone Clint” The redhead replied, turning away “I can handle myself” Pale hands lay tangled on her lap while she speaks quietly, pressing her lips together and blinking fast to get rid of any moist building under her eyelids.

She looked up, returning his gaze as her nose bumped against his. “He’s a smart dog.” She replied in a whisper, very conscious of their closeness but not able to pull back, he was just so warm, so much to the point she craved it, that kind of human contact she so rarely allowed herself. “And I know.”

In a moment of madness Natasha moved forward, just a bit; her head tilted to the side and their lips brushed against each other. A thousand warning signs appeared inside her mind but she didn’t move, enjoying that little, almost stolen moment as she felt his breath and hers mix.

“Only I could find the world’s smartest dog. And the hungriest dog.” Clint chuckled to himself and wrapped his arm a bit tighter around Natasha as she pressed herself closer to him. They were always close but this was rather extreme. It was new. Was it his new body wash? If it his, he would be using until he closed his eyes for good.

His eyes went wide when she suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips to his. He wasn’t expecting it, he definitely hadn’t. He blinked slowly before realizing that he was acting like a fool. Natasha was kissing him. Actually kissing him. He quickly regained his brain function and leaned in and kissed her back. He reached over and placed a hand on her hip.

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“Anyone could be a good parent if they wanted to be and actually tried.” Nobody was born to become a parent, some people just took to it better than others. But maybe one of these days they’ll end up seeing Clint walking around with a mini version of himself. “Alright alright, Mr. Adult I was only teasing.” Eli shook his head tiredly before sticking his palm out to let Lucky sniff at him. Almost ready to run and answer door when Clint beat him to it. “Yo, come on. I told you I’d pay… oh well.” Considering he invited himself in like this and used more than half of Clint’s first aid kit. Might as well drop off a whole new kit tomorrow to make them fair and square. He’s too hungry to worry about it now. “Two slices, please.”

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“That’s true but some people just aren’t meant to be parents.” Clint shrugged a little and ruffled his dog’s head. He was pretty sure that his parents shouldn’t have been parents. He would play parent for his dog, that was more than enough, he wouldn’t fuck that up. “You’re damn right you were just teasing.” He smirked proudly before dropping the food on the table. “Alright. Do you need a plate or will you just eat out of the box?” He rose a brow and tilted his head lightly. “As you wish, my lord.” He smirked playfully. After he sat down again and began eating his pizza, he decided to strick up conversation again. “So. How are things between you and Kate? Good?”

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“I could never say that you ain’t worth the trouble, but that being said, if you get really into Jazz or something, you’re sleeping in the spare room.” She teased as he ran his fingers through her hair and curled up against him. Wanda closed her eyes and smiled.

Clint let out a laugh when Wanda managed to turn a serious conversation into something to laugh about. He loved that about her. “Any more things that I’m not allowed to get into?” He snickered faintly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “You’re too cute.”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“Leave me alone Clint” The redhead replied, turning away “I can handle myself” Pale hands lay tangled on her lap while she speaks quietly, pressing her lips together and blinking fast to get rid of any moist building under her eyelids.

“Yeah.” She replied, shifting to rest her cheek on his shoulder once more. Once or twice she had wondered and really considered living in the tower with the rest of her teammates, she was certain that most of them did, and it worked for them, Natasha never made a decision about it though, but as she sat there on Clint’s couch it occurred to her it was better that way, as they would never have that kind of privacy on the tower, surrounded by friends and Tony’s omnipresent technology.

“Tell me something stupid.” The redhead asked, unfolding a blanket that was lying beside them over the cushions (probably the only tidy possession he had in the entire apartment) as her fingers tangled with his over her lap.