#merida drabbles

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Merida | You're Better At Throwing Knives

"Now Mommy you gots to hold the bow just right or it'll never fly where you want it."

Natasha listened to her daughter carefully. She hadn't seen her in awhile and was having trouble on how to spend time with her when she spent all her time practicing her archery. 

The assassin chuckled at her daughter.

"Like this Miss Merida?" Holding the bow obviously wrong.

"No Mommy!" A heavy sigh escaped her "Maybe archery isn't your thing Mommy. We can practice throwing knives. You're great at that!"

"Or you could run before I.....Tickle you to death!"

She attacked the little red head then. Grabbing her around the waist and tickling her sides. Merida let out a string of giggles that warmed the Russian's heart. Merida was truly the light in her life. Setting her down the tone suddenly got tense.

"Mer, you know Mommy and Daddy love you right? And even though we can't be with you all the time we want to every second? You understand that right?"

"A'course Mommy. You and Daddy have important jobs and if you were with me all the time you couldn't save people. I wanna be a superhero when I grow up too."

"Alright! Now why don't you show me how to hold the bow again?"

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Merida | Princessessess

"Sweetheart! Has anyone ever combed your hair?"

The feeling of gentle fingers carding through her hair was new to Merida. Mommy was never taught how to do hair and daddy certainly didn't know.

"Maybe. I don know." She replies honestly. 

The kids always liked when Kurt and Blaine babysat. They always sang pretty  songs and made the best food. Though, they rarely did watch all the kids at once. A group of such unique children had always proved to be too overwhelming for the more normal parents of the bunch.

"Well that's a shame Merida. You have such pretty hair! It's such a nice color and texture. Why, if you let me work on it you could look just like a princess." 

"But Mr. Kurt!" She spun around in record time, a look of sheer terror on her face. "Sug'ar says that princessessess can't shoot aro'ws! If I can't be an arsher, then I don't want to be anything at all!!"

Kurt smiled at the girl's wild demands. "Alright but at least let me pin it up for you, that way you can shoot arrows without getting hair in your face. How's that sound?" 

After thinking it over, Merida decided that this was an excellent idea and turned again to feel Kurt's fingers work their magic. Sure combing out the tangles hurt a bit and they used well over a pack of bobby pins but when it was done Merida not only looked pretty, she felt like for once she could be an archer AND a princess. 

At the small girl's joy Kurt beamed at his work. His attention was caught however by the noise from the other room. 

"Ugh! Blaine, not every child needs a bow tie. This is getting ridiculous!"

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Merida| "Daddy's Girl"

"Daddy! Daddy!" Merida toddled across the lawn as fast as her little legs would carry her, arms outstretched, plastic bow bouncing on her back and tangling in her mess of curls. 

"Hi, baby!" Clint grinned, scooping her up and swinging her around. 

"I missed you, Daddy!" She squealed, giggling and hugging him as tightly as she could. He frowned slightly, looking down at her. 

"Oh god, she's got an accent," he sighed, holding her face. Natasha rolled her eyes. 

"You're the one who wanted to enroll her in public preschool," she sighed. "If she would've gone into S.H.E.I.L.D.'s program she'd be around American kids and America people." 

"Daddy! Daddy, look what I got!" She said thickly, tearing the bow over her head and brandishing it for her father to see. "I gots one too!" Clint grinned, eyes growing. 

"Now that is a fine piece of equipment," he nodded, looking up to see Natasha smiling gently. "But the real question is, can you use it?" 

"I' been practicin'!" She exclaimed, wriggling out of his grip and chasing the tiny quiver holding about three plastic arrows with red plungers on the end. "Watch, watch it, Daddy!"

She clumsily yanked the sting back, firing the toy arrow with too much excitement, accidentally firing it into the air to an unknown destination. 

Natasha winced when the plunger stuck to her forehead. Clint burst out laughing, doubling over and mussing Merida's already unruly hair while her mother tried desperately not to smile back. 

"Oh, come on, Nat, that was priceless." 

"Sorry, Mummy," she mumbled. "I'll nev'r be any good." 

"Now, don't talk like that, okay? You just need to practice." 

"So I can use y'urs one day?" He grinned, gently handing her his own bow. 

"Absolutely."

She giggled happily, falling over under the weight of it. "I'll be th' best arsher ever! I will, Daddy!"  

He grinned, wrapping an arm around Natasha's waist. "That's my girl." 

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Conception| Merida

"Nat, just tell me," Clint implored watching the panic play over her face that she desperately tried to hide. 

"I, um...I'm..." She took a shaky breath, hands clenched into fists. "I'm pregnant." 

Clint stopped, staring at her, eyes wide, stopping his jaw from dropping. "You sure?" He managed. She nodded, her expression still neutral, waiting for his reaction, anticipating, fearful. He nodded slowly. "What do you want to do?" 

She looked at him, so relieved that he was allowing her this. "I, I actually wanted to know about what you wanted. You helped."

"It's not my body Natasha," he said in earnest. 

She stared at him for a moment, swallowing. "I...I want to keep it," she said softly, hands over her stomach. "I want to have this baby, your baby." 

He nodded, smiling gently and going to her, his hands over hers. "I was hoping you'd say that." She returned his smile with one that was barely visible, warmth in her eyes. "But you do know what this means." She frowned. 

"What?" 

He sighed. "We have to tell everyone else we got married BEFORE I knocked you up."