[itsybitsyhousewife]

For the past few days they had been catching up, enjoying each others company in more ways than one, all without coming to terms with reality. Although she wished it could last much longer, Fury had made sure to make it known that Natasha only had until the end of the week to come back with an answer. Meaning that of course she wasn’t going to leave any sooner than that last day, which had now dawned upon them. As she watched his sleepy head besides him she couldn’t help but to smile a little. Sure, she’d seen him sleep before, but these few days it had been with a new pair of eyes. It was allowed and guilt-free. Now that everything was out in the open, she felt freed in a way. After a moment she started to glide her fingers up and down his bare back before she whispered a soft “come with me” into his ear. She waited for his eyes to open before she spoke again, making sure to look straight at him. “I don’t care if you go back to SHIELD, just come with me.” She moved her hand from his back to his face as she spoke, her fingertips just barely brushing past his skin. “Don’t make me say goodbye to Lucky.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

With the light touches he felt on his back and soft voice he heard beside him, Clint easily woke up from him peaceful sleep. All he could do was yawn and smile before he even had the chance to say good morning, and she was speaking again. “You don’t have to say goodbye, you know?” he frowned, then sleepily blinked a few times so his eyes could focus more on hers. “Stay. Fuck SHIELD, we’ll be able to do whatever we want and no one can say shit about it.” Clint never thought he would be able to feel the type of contentment he felt that whole week, and it was all because of the woman next to him. He was sure that he was done with everything that had to do with SHIELD and nothing was going to change his mind. “Besides, I kinda like waking up like this.” he grinned. 

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“Pretty sure it’s only Wade who says it like that..” She narrowed her eyes at him. Soon enough he’d be 90% Wade, 10% Clint. “Was it the concussion that made you name Lucky something normal? ‘Cause I’d be happy to oblige.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“I never told you about that... or have I?” he didn’t know for sure but it felt like she was breaking the fourth wall . “I don’t know, would it be so wrong if I actually wanted you to hit me over the head...again?” he wiggled his eyebrows, casually petting the baby in his lap.

[itsybitsyhousewife]

Natasha opened her mouth to respond to Clint, just when she saw that he was Lion King-ing their new companion. “Are you–?” She shot him a quick confused look before she burst out into ‘The Circle of Life’. Poor neighbors, poor puppy, poor everyone. “Now that we’ve got the ceremonials behind us. This is… well, that’s up to you since you’re so good in giving names.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

He sat the puppy back down on hip lap and looked at Natasha, a devilish grin spreading across his face.” Are you sure? You know what they say, ’With great power comes great assholery.’.” If the naming was solely left up to him, the new member of their family could be named after someone close to them like Wade or even Queen Elizabeth II. “How about Optimus Prime? He’s smart, he’s loyal, and all the transformers love him.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

She so easily could’ve shoved him down the stairwell when he mumbled something about Christmas morning sex. Not even because she minded, just because she could. “Oh, don’t you worry,” she told him with a grin as she sat down next to him before calling out an ‘atta boy’. Within seconds both Lucky and his new fella came towards them, but just because the lil fella couldn’t jump that high, she picked him up and placed him on Clint’s lap. “You can open your eyes now, before you start to think I’m the one licking your hands..”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“It’s you, how can I not worry?” he sunk into the couch a bit more as he felt her sit beside him. The two of them weren’t really big on surprises or gift giving for that matter, so he was definitely curious as to what she could have possibly gotten him. He didn’t know what to think when he felt the weight on his lap and his hand turning wet, so he opened his eyes like she instructed. “Okay.. who is this handsome guy and what is he doing in our house?” he asked as he held the puppy up in the air like they were in The Lion King.

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“Wake up you little shit,” she whispered in his ear before placing a kiss on his cheek. “Meet me downstairs under the mistletoe.” It was an obvious joke, they had no mistletoe, but if he wasn’t going to come downstairs soon she’d have to roundkick his ass out of bed. After all, something was waiting downstairs. Lucky with a new blonde companion under the Christmas tree. 

[numbersguyclint-blog]

Clint moaned and groaned as he was being awaken from a very ‘exciting’ dream. “She can’t be serious?” he said, his voice cracking as he willed himself out of bed. Eyes barely open, he sleepily made his way downstairs, grumbling something about ‘Christmas morning sex’ under his breath in the process. Rounding the corner to the living room, eyes still closed, he shuffled to the couch then plopped down on it. “This better be a gigantic piece of fucking mistletoe.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

At his last comment Natasha slowly shook her head. “You’re disgusting. I want a divorce,” she told him with a straight face. “I wasn’t kidding about that vacation though. I mean I could tell you how warm it would be there and how little clothing would be required, but.. You just wanna stay here, anyway.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“I was like this when you agreed to marry me! You’re stuck, no takesies backies.” he nodded, a vacation actually sounded really great.“Are you taking me back to Mexico? Just let me know now if you’re planning on finishing me off for real this time, you know, so I can say my final goodbyes.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

At Clint’s rhetoric question Natasha simply shrugged. She knew he wouldn’t just let this slide and so the second he came towards her, she started running and slipping through the mud until eventually she slipped for real, letting the hose fall and fly around. “Noo,” she yelled out the second Clint got a hold of the hose, knowing damn well what was coming her way. In hindsight it wasn’t even that bad of a thing to happen, considering the mud that was all over her back and sides now. “I didn’t know this was a contest, Barton. What do I get for winning?” she asked as she crawled through the mud before picking up a handful to throw at him, splattering it all over his shirt. “I feel like that talking pig right now,” she chuckled as she got up, removing hairs from her face. With a grin and filthy hands she rubbed her hands over his cheeks, beard and shirt as she continued to looked at him. “You’ve got a little something on your face,” she brushed her thumb across his cheek again, smearing the mud even further across his face before she leaned in for a quick kiss. It was still a weird thought that she could do this now, without having to pretend it meant nothing. “You stink,” she whispered as she pulled back, shuffling backwards towards the lake as she pulled him along by his shirt. “I think it’s time to fix that.”   

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“I never said there was a competition,” he smirked. “But if you’re so sure you’ve won.. I guess you can have your prize now,” with that said, he sprayed her some more until she threw a nice chunk of mud on him. He dropped the hose as she stood and walked over to him, probably ready to give up. Being Natasha with all of her ‘Natasha-ness’, he closed his eyes and sighed as she rubbed the mud on him, unable to suppress a smile that was surfacing. “I should really be thanking you actually, now I don’t have to pay to go to the spa,” He felt like he should have seen this coming, but he couldn’t help but laugh as she continued rubbing him down. He raised, an eyebrow when she spoke up, telling him he was smelly. “Is that right?” He let her pull him along, guessing they were about to take a dip in the lake… well knowing her, at least he was about to. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to get me naked again? It’s not like it’s very hard.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“I don’t know what kind of vacation you have in mind, but I’d rather not climb mouth Everest with a kid on my back. Besides, I think you might be underestimating how much time and energy it takes to raise a child. Getting one means we have to give up everything, I don’t want to. Maybe in ten years it’ll be different, but now.. I just don’t.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. There’s no 1 am pizza runs when you got a kid at home. Plus I kinda like being able to have my way with you all over the house without any interruptions.” 

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“Sometimes, sure. I’m – I wouldn’t say bored, but it comes close. We used to fight monsters, hang with Gods and face the unfaceable. Now we go to our office jobs and come home to hang on the couch. I’m not saying we should go back to SHIELD. We could travel the world, become detectives, go to Vegas, start a book club with soccer mom. A kid is not something you should get because you want something different..”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“Having a kid wouldn’t keep us from still doing those things... not if we really wanted to do all that. Do you really not want one or are you just scared? It’s okay if you are, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared too.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“Sometimes, sure. I’m – I wouldn’t say bored, but it comes close. We used to fight monsters, hang with Gods and face the unfaceable. Now we go to our office jobs and come home to hang on the couch. I’m not saying we should go back to SHIELD. We could travel the world, become detectives, go to Vegas, start a book club with soccer mom. A kid is not something you should get because you want something different..”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“Having a kid wouldn’t keep us from still doing those things... not if we really wanted to do all that. Do you really not want one or are you just scared? It’s okay if you are, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared too.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“Isn’t that why we went back to that? One last hurrah, or maybe we missed it? Come on, we can’t just play house for the rest of our lives. We weren’t made for that. I don’t want a child in this world, Clint. In any world, actually.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“Yeah, but the key word here is ‘last’. This last time was enough for me to be done with it all. Aren’t you tired of getting shot? Or worrying about if whatever mission you’re on will be your last?” he shook his head and looked down. “Maybe I just want something different.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

Natasha shot him a faint smile after his comforting words and ways. “Or we could get another dog,” she blurted out, sitting up afterwards. “We’re free, Clint. We can do whatever we want. This..,” she gestured around her. “This suburban life is just a pause, a break. If anything, Mexico confirmed that.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“Or we could get both,” he smiled, knowing he pushing it. His brow knitted together in a mixture of confusion and something else, as she spoke. “A break? Don’t tell me you actually wanna go back to all that? After everything we’ve been through?”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“Makes us forget we’re old,” she joked. “Well, that’s nice.” At his words her face fell flat as she looked at him for a few seconds, not saying a word before she looked away. “Clint.. I- I- can’t. I mean, I want to, one day, with you, sure, but I can’t. The Red Room, they wanted to make sure nothing would stand in our ways of succeeding. I’m sorry.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

He was shocked into silence by her confession, but after a few heartbeats, he scooted closer and put an arm around her shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s not your fault.” he said, kissing the top of her head and softly rubbing her back. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little disappointed by the news, but it wasn’t the end of the world. “There are other ways to have a kid, you know. We can still make this work.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“God, you’re gross,” she let out another laugh, softly kicking him. “And, how did it feel to finally get to play with someone your mental age? Maybe we can arrange a playdate for you two while the wise women enjoy their wines.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“It’s amazing how much you guys love your wine.” he chuckled. “It was nice actually, I felt like we kinda connected. He’s a nice kid.” he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “I was thinking it would be nice to experience something like that, but you know, with our own.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“Yeah?” – “You’re not gonna tell me your Spidey senses picked up the fact that the ball is over the fence and you want to ask me to get off my lazy ass and get it, because if so: the answer is no. Hell no, in fact.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

He playfully rolled his eyes, “Nope, but you know the lazier you are the bigger your ass gets, right? If I had it my way you’d never get up.” he winked. “He actually tossed it over earlier today, but after he got it he asked if I wanted to play with him.”

[itsybitsyhousewife]

She let out a laugh, shaking her head. Incorrigible. “Alright, what is it? Do you need me to bail Wade out or something? If you suck up some more I might need a bucket. Not that all you’re saying isn’t true.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“Nah, nothing like that.” he smiled. “You know the neighbor kid, the one who’s always asking to get his ball from over the fence? 

[itsybitsyhousewife]

“I know that look, that’s not a ‘just looking at my wife look’. Not even in the sexy way. You’re up to something,” she narrowed her eyes at him before he turned to face the TV. “Hey no, come back. Compliments, please.”

[numbersguyclint-blog]

“Since you want me to be up to something so badly, then...” he wiggled his eyebrows and nodded towards the bedroom. “No, but seriously, I was just admiring how beautiful, smart, and amazing you are... and wondering how I got so lucky.” he reached for her hand and held it in his.