[haroldbarton]

"Hey, kid."

[masterxxmarksman]

''Dad?''

[masterxxmarksman]

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“You do? I’m glad…I just want to like…be…liked…I guess so it’s good you do…and I’m glad that you want me around…”

[masterxxmarksman]

"Kid, I'm always gonna want you around."  Clint pulled him into a hug and then, to make sure he felt closer and secure, he kept his arm draped over Junior's shoulders.  "Let's go to the tower."

[masterxxmarksman]

Clint just stared at Tony for a moment and sighed.  "Hey.  Uh.  Thank you.  Thank you so much for takin' care of Clint."  He ran a hand through his hair.  "I don't wanna take him from you, he's happy an' settled.  If you're okay with it and maybe helping me with this parenting thing, I'd like to maybe coparent him with you?"

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“That doesn’t mean you’ll like me…some people don’t believe me…”

“…They like me when I was a thing…not when I’m not…and and…then there’s some that just leave…and they don’t come back…and they were like you…they looked like you and had your name…but they didn’t like me….”

[masterxxmarksman]

He'd been rejected by other versions of himself.  Anger filled him for a moment because no matter how the other versions of him felt, Junior was their responsibility.  He was their quiver and had served them well, so to just...abandon him was fucked up.  "Well, I like you.  Okay?  I like you alot."  Clint clasped his shoulder.

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“…You want to meet my cat? Have you met my brothers? Jarvis and and Grey and Dummy and…well all of them!”

“I’m glad you like…you like me…”

[masterxxmarksman]

"I have met JARVIS, but none of the others but I'm sure i will eventually."  He smiled at the kid's excitement.  "Of course I like you.  You're my Quiver."  He said, matter of factly.

[masterxxmarksman]

Clint couldn’t help the smile on his face.  ”You can have that jacket and wear it.”  He slipped off his outer shirt.  ”Have that for your nest.”  Then, he smiled again.  ”Well, think I could come see your nests and you could give me something, son?”  He asked quietly.

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“…Uh okay. I guess so,”he nodded gently, thinking a bit as he grabbed his hand. “We gotta go to Stark tower…it’s really big. I have a cat…you can see him. His name is Target.”

[masterxxmarksman]

He smiled, letting the quiver lead him towards Stark Tower.  "I have been there before."  Clint murmured.  "I'd love to meet your cat."  How was he going to be the Dad this kid deserved?  He'd have to talk to Tony.

[masterxxmarksman]

For clintmakesmequiver.  I got cool hair and had to duct tape my pain patch to my arm xD  At least I look cool.

[masterxxmarksman]

“Sure is, buddy.  You’re very special to me so of course I want something of yours.”  He shrugged off his jacket and held it out to Junior.  ”And here is something of mine.”  Clint smiled gently.

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

He slipped his hands into the jacket smiling brightly. “…I only have one or two of these…so..so…I’ll just…I’ll wear it cause…cause it’s cold, Mister Clint…cause…you know…it’s cold…I…I…guess..uh…I don’t know what to give you yet….I have lots of stuff at the tower…”

[masterxxmarksman]

Clint couldn't help the smile on his face.  "You can have that jacket and wear it."  He slipped off his outer shirt.  "Have that for your nest."  Then, he smiled again.  "Well, think I could come see your nests and you could give me something, son?"  He asked quietly.

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“You…you…you want me…to give you something? I mean…you…want me…in your nest…but…but isn’t…but isn’t that for special people?”

[masterxxmarksman]

"Sure is, buddy.  You're very special to me so of course I want something of yours."  He shrugged off his jacket and held it out to Junior.  "And here is something of mine."  Clint smiled gently.

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“Uh huh, it’s in the tower…in a big boat cause my room has one…and then I’ve got nests all over cause I like to be in rooms with daddy and he lets me…”

“You really…really want to see?”

[masterxxmarksman]

He laughed softly.  "Clint, I want to see.  Right now, if you're alright. And I'll give you something of mine if you'd like, so you can have it in your nest.  If you don't mind, I'd like something of yours.  I don't know if I'll ever be a good father but you're my quiver.  You've seen me through a lot of bad times and I love you dearly.  I'll do my best for you, okay?"

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“…Yeah, I’m happy…he lets me have a nest and I have lots of things. He teaches me stuff too and I have lots of brothers…”

“I guess…you can call me Junior if you want to…but…but he calls me Clint.”

[masterxxmarksman]

Clint had to smile.  He was innocent, but very cute.  The agent figured he was not all that old realistically though he looked it so his innocence was appropriate.  "I'll probably call you both depending on the time.  Can I see your nest?  I have one at home but I bet yours is pretty cool."  He clasped the quiver's shoulder gently.

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“…No. Clint Junior Stark. I’m a quiver. I chose your name cause I wanted to be like you…”

“I live with my daddy Mister Tony…”

[masterxxmarksman]

Stark.  Well, at least Stark had taken care of him.  Clint would have to thank him.  "Guess that still kinda makes me your Dad of sorts, huh?  Was wondering where my Quiver went..."  He took Quiv's chin gently, studying his face.  "You happy with Tony?" He asked softly.  "I'm sorry it's taken me this long - I didn't know you were human."

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

“…I’m okay…I wasn’t going to touch anything. I was just looking…”

“…….My name is Clint…Clint Junior…Mister but…uh…I’m…I’m…I just came to talk to you…”

[masterxxmarksman]

Clint junior.  He hadn't said Barton, but it was hard to deny that the kid looked like him.  He panicked a bit on the inside for a moment and stared.  Had he had this kid with someone or...what?  Either way he was not sure he'd ever be able to be a good Dad.  "Well, talk to me then."  He said softly, moving closer to look him over.  "Clint Barton Junior?"  He asked to clarify.

[clintmakesmequiver-deactivated2]

He was just moving to sit in a seat, sure that he wouldn’t be in the way if he was in a chair when the man approached and his gravity was thrown off. “W-wha-whoaa! I’m sorry sir!”

[masterxxmarksman]

Clint let out a quiet laugh and helped the kid up.  "No need to apologize.  You alright?"  Something in him said to be nice to him, to be patient.  Perhaps he wasn't all there or he had some problems, but Clint wasn't going to upset him.

[masterxxmarksman]

"Hey, kid.  Is there something you need?"  The agent greeted, tilting his head at him.