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Clint remained standing, pressing a long, soft kiss to Steve’s forehead. “She’s…” Clint swallowed and closed his eyes, tangling his fingers gently in Steve’s hair. “Barney’s Omega didn’t survive childbirth. And he knows he can’t take care of her on his own, so… she’s… she’s ours, Steve.” He pulled back to stroke his hand down Steve’s arm, his fingers brushing the edge of the blanket the baby was swaddled up in. “If.. if you want her?”
Steve looked down into the baby’s face. She was frowning in her sleep. Some trivia either Jane or maybe Fitz had said floated to mind about how important it was for new babies to imprint on their parents. He bent to kiss her forehead, then looked up at Clint with a small smile. This was- a surprise, to say the least. But also maybe the best thing they could have asked for. His smile grew and he tilted his head up to kiss Clint. “What do you want to call her? She needs a name. And- mm. She’ll probably fit into some of Erik’s baby clothes. Might be a little big on her, but they’ll do.”











