i read your most recent hawksilver(+widow) fic and it made my heart go 💞💗💓!! if it’s ok could i maybe request something where something happens (maybe he regresses a lil younger than usual, or figures out that his regression age is younger than they all thought it was) and pietro ends up having an accident. he’s super embarrassed and worried he’s gonna get punished but his mama and/or papa or whoever he’s with make it all better and comfort him and coddle him a lot 😢
Pietro finally calls Nat 'mama'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparently my writing slump does not apply to these three ♡
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Natasha had been spending more time with Clint and Pietro lately, enough so that she was essentially part of their relationship. Pietro seemed to really like her no matter what headspace he was in, and Clint found it easy to fall back into their old habits. Natasha was sweet and tactile with those she trusted, so they often all piled together on a couch somewhere just to spend time together.
Pietro's favorite way to bond with both of them was being in their own unit (since Nat had moved in with him and Clint), Nat and Clint sitting next to each other on the couch, and himself sprawled out across them. He especially enjoyed it when he was feeling little, sunk down into a fuzzy, happy headspace where he didn't have to worry about anything because his partners would handle it all. And they were always so sweet about it, petting his hair and calling him cute names. It helped him regress even deeper than usual.
It didn't happen often, but sometimes Pietro got low enough that he wanted a pacifier. Clint had bought him a simple light blue one a while ago, and it rarely ever got used. But with Nat joining them, he found himself sinking deeper and using the pacifier more often.
They were all enjoying a lazy afternoon, Clint and Natasha next to each other in soft lounge clothes with Pietro curled up on both of them and a pacifier in his mouth. He was wrapped in his favorite blanket and held his hedgehog close, nuzzling against it as he watched whatever was on the television. It didn't really hold much interest for him but he was feeling lazy and sleepy so he didn't bother whining for it to be changed.
Natasha was slowly petting Pietro's hair and Clint had a hand on his side. All the tactile reassurance had Pietro feeling soft and safe, unafraid to completely relax as he practically melted into his partners.
"Aw, sweet baby," Natasha cooed down to him, gently scratching the base of his neck.
Pietro made a soft sound as he blushed, nosing into his hedgehog to hide his face. She laughed softly at the display of shyness, knowing it was just an act.
"Don't hide, little prince. Let me see your cute face," she gently urged.
It took Pietro a moment to peek out again, eyes shining with affection as he looked up at her. Natasha smiled and gently stroked his cheek, which encouraged him to lift his head a little and nuzzle against her hand.
"There we go, good boy." Her voice was soft and full of praise and affection, two things which Pietro absolutely soaked up.
Pietro settled down again after a moment of wiggling around. Both caregivers took it as him needing to expel some energy from the interaction since he had a tendency to get worked up easily. Neither thought much of it as they went back to petting their baby and watching their show.
Another half hour passed and the episode ended. Pietro was still shifting and wiggling every now and then and letting out small, soft sounds that were muffled by his pacifier. Clint rubbed at Pietro's back in attempt to get him to calm down, but that didn't seem to do anything.
"What's up, baby? Why are you all wiggly?" Clint asked, leaning forward to peek down at Pietro.
The young man just made an intelligible sound and squeezed his legs together as he wiggled his hips. He was never very good at talking when he felt little, and he went nearly nonverbal when he felt this young.
Clint glanced up to Natasha, but she seemed just as clueless about it. She gently brushed some wild hair out of Pieteo's face and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.
"You're okay, sweet boy. You're safe with us," she said with a smile.
A heartbeat passed before Pietro nodded and went still again. He nosed into Natasha's belly, face pressed against her as his body relaxed across them.
The two thought they had succeeded in calming their boyfriend down, until a sudden turn in events.
Clint made a confused sound when his lap suddenly felt much warmer than before. That warmth turned into wetness and he glanced down, finally realizing why Pietro was so wiggly before.
The boy was having an accident, soaking himself, the couch, and Clint. Pietro blinked his eyes open again and peeked down before letting out a whine as he blushed dark, squeezing his legs together again and trying to wiggle away.
But Clint knew better after nearly a year in a relationship with him. He held Pietro close and Nat did the same, both of them keeping the distressed and wiggling boy in place. Even as Pietro whined and whimpered, neither of them let go.
It took a few minutes for Pietro to settle again and by then, his accident had ended. He tried to stop it but he was too deep to really have much bodily control at that point. His whole face was bright red and his eyes shined with tears, a few already sliding down his cheeks.
Neither caregiver hesitated for even a moment.
Natasha started cooing down to Pietro as she wiped his tears away, pressing kisses to his face and trying to reassure him that everything was okay. Clint gently eased himself away to clean up and change his pants before returning with towels and a new set of clothes for Pietro. The poor boy was still upset and crying as he clung tightly to Natasha and his his face against her.
"It's okay, we aren't upset. Accidents happen," Clint reassured him as he cleaned up the couch.
"Listen to papa, sweet boy. Everything is alright," Natasha continued, slowly stroking Pietro's hair.
"Mama.." Pietro murmured around his pacifier, clinging to Natasha like his life depended on it.
Clint paused and looked up, wondering if he really heard that correctly. Natasha looked surprised too before glancing over to Clint. Their moment of agreement on what Pietro said had her grinning as she ducked down again to nuzzle against her baby's soft hair.
"Mama's right here, baby. You're safe, everything is okay." Natasha kept up a continuous string of praise and reassurance to Pietro as Clint finished cleaning.
By the time the couch was cleaned, Pietro seemed to have calmed down again. He was willing to lay still as Clint changed him, lifting his hips when asked and only whining as he was wiped down rather than trying to wiggle away. The new clothes were even softer, likely pajama bottoms, but he didn't really care what they were. He was comfortable and warm and dry, and his partners weren't upset.
Clint settled on the couch and gently shifted Pietro so he was laid across both of them again before leaning over to press his own kiss to the boy's head.
"Papa," Pietro mumbled with a smile around his pacifier, reaching out for Clint.
They held hands as Pietro leaned into Natasha, looking relaxed and happy once more. Clint felt soft and warm looking at his two partners and how well they fit together. He never would've expected to be with Nat again, but he was glad. Pietro got more love and attention this way and he seemed even more content than ever.
"You're a good boy, Tro. Papa loves you," Clint said as he gently squeezed Pietro's hand.
"Mama loves you too, little one," Natasha added before kissing Pietro's head again.
Pietro just hummed happily and closed his eyes. He was soft again, the accident apparently forgotten. Maybe they would talk about it later when he was in a normal headspace again, or maybe they would let it stay in the past. Either way, both caregivers were glad to have their baby settled down again.
"So, mama?" Clint asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha shrugged, but he could see her smile. She was still looking down at Pietro, affection and adoration clear in her eyes. Maybe even love too, like she said earlier.
"If you don't mind." Natasha knew that Clint and Pietro had their own relationship before she joined, and she didn't want to cross any boundaries.
"Of course not. He deserves as much love as he can get." Clint reached over with his other arm and draped it across Natasha's shoulders to hold her close.
There was a moment of hesitation before Natasha leaned into Clint, just as relaxed as Pietro. The boy was asleep by then, curled up happily on both of them and suckling on his pacifier every now and then. Natasha felt her heart swell with love for him as she rested her head on Clint's shoulder.
"I think I really do love him. Not just as his caregiver or mama, but as a partner," she said softly.
Clint kissed Natasha's head, a small show of physical affection that they were slowly getting used to sharing with each other again.
"I'm sure he'll be happy to know that when he wakes up again," Clint murmured against her hair.
Natasha hummed thoughtfully before the room lapsed into silence. Everyone was peaceful and settled, and there was a sleepy mood settled over them. Clint nodded off first, head back against the couch and still holding on to his partners.
Sleep rarely came easy to Natasha, but she was happy to stay awake and fully enjoy the moment. She had a real relationship again where she fit in properly and was loved by both her partners. It was a dream come true, even with the difficult moments. She couldn't wait to tell Pietro how she really felt.
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Added to Collection of Cuties on ao3!!
