did learned archery when he was younger but prefers guns and fighting like his mom
tried to be a hero once, but after his team disband, he choose another path
he’s a SHIELD agent now
lives in a small apartment in new york with one of his best friends
he honestly just want peace but his sisters never leave him alone
→ Mia Pietra Romanoff-Barton
she’s 2 years younger than nicky & 6 years older than katie (subject to change because I suck at math and ages but it's just an estimate)
mia’s also the most methodical and calm of the siblings
like the others she did learn basic fighting and had defense lessons so she knows how to defend herself just fine
but she never wanted to be a hero like her parents or uncles
she also never liked archery so she tried once and that was it
she moved to california when she was 18 for college
today she’s almost finishing her studies to become a lawyer
she visit her family whenever she can
loves to spend time with her siblings and it’s the one who always needs to rescue them when she’s near and they’re in trouble.
→ Katherine Yelena Romanoff-Barton
the youngest of the barton siblings
and she’s still living with their parents
but she also practically lives on her siblings house when she can (she spends more time on nicky’s house to because Mia lives in another state)
everyone describes her as the kindest one of the 3
and she’s also the only one of them that really loves archery & picked up their father's legacy
like her father and kate bishop she’s one of the best archers in the world. she’s a sharpshooter.
she’s a hero and she’s clint’s sideckick
regarding her siblings, she’s little bit closer to nicky because they spend more time together and live near each other. But she admires mia and always looked up to her big sister
if Nat starts getting gray hairs, it’s going to be her fault.
all right so the trailer dropping gave me the inspiration i needed to finally present to you guys my version of the barton siblings! they’re all canon in the comics but only Katie had more participation. The other 2 doesn't have names so i came up with them myself. All their personalities also came from my headcanons and Nicky & Mia are based on old ocs that i had in the past!
Stef used her key to unlock and open the apartment door before stepping inside the somewhat crowded living room. Play mats and toys littered the floor. Three carrier baskets held sleeping babies, while on the couch slept Clint and Mia.
The young woman smiled and quietly shut the door. Days like this made everything feel so right, and yet she still felt so unsure. But right now maybe she could just… pretend.
She tip-toed her way to the kitchen. After spending the day with her father, she felt confident in her ability to make something. Her cooking wouldn’t compare to Bucky’s yet without supervision, but that was okay. They all had had worse things to eat.
It felt so normal, so… perfect. By the time anyone had woken up to join her, she had nearly finished making dinner.
“Hey, didn’t know you were home at first,” Mia yawned. She blinked when she realized what Stef was doing. “You made dinner?”
“Oh. Yeah.” Stef turned off the stove once it was done cooking and peeked over.
“That’s great, Stef. Thanks.” Coming closer, she looked at the other woman’s face and asked, “What’s wrong? You’re frowning. Was it supposed to be a surprise?”
“No, sorry. Just… I forgot I was a single parent for a few minutes, that’s all.”
“Stef…”
“Sorry,” she said again, going to a cabinet to start getting plates.
Mia watched her. “You still think you aren’t with us?”
“I do live with you,” Stef replied.
“No.” Mia blushed and glanced away. “I mean, really with us. You even let Clint in the bed with us now.”
“He’s your husband.”
With a shake of her head, Mia gave a sigh. “Honey, we thought you actually wanted to be a part of us. Otherwise you’d be in a separate room.”
“You really mean it?”
“I do. I’ve always meant it, Stef. I would never lie to you about how I feel - and neither would Clint.”
“O-oh. Okay.”
“So… um.”
“Uh, food’s done.”
“Yeah.” Nodding, Mia added, “I’ll get Clint, and -”
“We’ll talk more later?” Stef finished for her.
“Yeah. But we actually will, not just say we will and then don’t like your parents do. Anyway, I’m gonna go get him.” Mia left the kitchen to go grab Clint.
Stef stood there holding plates while she thought about what Mia said. Did she really want to believe this could all be real? Yes. But did she think that was going to be the case?
That was a question that might always haunt her, but maybe, just maybe, she could try believing Mia and Clint this time. At least or now.
persons a and b of your ot3 are married or engaged, and person c gets really insecure about it at times a and b notice and reassure c that they want c there
Stef quietly watched from her seat on the couch as a few of Clint's tenants came around to congratulate him on finally catching himself a wife, oohing and ahhing over Mia's ring. Sure, legally Mia was Clint's wife, but what did that make her? Deep down she knew that the couple loved her just as much as they loved each other, but times like this, she wondered if giving into her feelings for Mia and finding she cared for Clint as well had been a mistake. People gave them all confused looks when they explained that Stef was an equal member in their relationship, though not legally allowed to be recognized as such.
There were days it was fine; they all functioned as a single unified force as they dealt with Renata with her teenaged drama and oversaw the renovations to what would be their home after the troubles were dealt with and it was safe to move out of Tony's place.
Stef absently ran a hand over her swollen belly. Her due date was a couple months away and the little human inside her was being quite active as he came closer to meeting his family. She could do without the constant beating of her insides, but it would be worth it to finally see her son. She'd probably never know who her child's biological father was (oh, Tony could probably run a test or something and find out, but Stef really did not want to open that can of worms. Besides, he was probably dead after the raid to free her so what would be the point) and as far as she was concerned, Clint was her child's father as much as he was to Renata and the twins Mia was carrying; even if they weren't related by blood, he would still be the one he'd call Papa if that's what Clint wanted.
Mia moved away from the group she had been talking to, holding her back to try to relieve some of the pain from the twins as she came to join her other partner on the couch, leaving Clint alone to deal with his people. “Hey, why the frown?” she asked, sitting on Stef's left side, tipping over to lean against the other woman, reaching her left hand over her own large stomach for Stef's right, a gesture they had come to do in order to feel close to each other and the children they both carried.
Taking the offered hand with a sigh, Stef didn't reply, instead opting to enjoy the closeness of the woman she loved. Mia was the only reason she had agreed to try this weird relationship. It wasn't that Clint was a bad guy, he had been rather sweet after they had discussed the issues the two of them had with Mia and he'd stopped thinking he was being replaced, it was just that he had come first in her love's life and had so much more than Stef did in the memories they shared. These feelings of not belonging blindsided Stef in moments that new people to her that knew Clint and Mia from before they got married would react when told that Mia wasn't Clint's only woman and that Mia had chosen Stef to join them for her and not him. It was hard to face the judgment of people close to them and not feel like an outsider in her own relationship.
”You're doing it again, aren't you?” Clint asked quietly, coming over to check on his girls. He saw the look on Stef's face as clear as day; she was doubting her place again. “You know, just because people don't get what we're doing with our lives, doesn't mean what we have isn't right for us.” He bent over to kiss her gently on her lips. “I love you,” he turned to Mia, “and I love you,” kneeling in front of them he continued, placing a gentle kiss on Stef's belly, “I love you,” and finally he kissed Mia's belly twice, “and I love both of you.”
”I love you so much, Stef, I'm glad you're here with us; no matter what people say, you belong here with us, we're a family. Let them say what they like, you're my love and they can't take that away,” Mia added as she ran her fingers through what was now blue tipped hair.
Stef nodded. “I love you…” She knew it was true. People might not understand her place in their relationship, but somehow deep down she knew that with these two she'd always be loved just like she always wanted.
So random song listening turned into this. Blame Lauren Alaina for such a sweet song, give it a listen.
“Like My Mother Does”
Rating: General
Words: 839
It had been a hard couple of months for Renata, try as she might she couldn’t wrap her head around the medical techniques that was required for her final. She was studying to be a doctor because she wanted to help people like her family, either the super powered or the poor who needed help without judgement or worrying about being able to pay. Claire had been helping her and had promised to work at the clinic she wanted to open when she was done. All Renata had to do was finish her schooling, Uncle Tony had already promised funding to make her dreams a reality.
The frustration had finally gotten to her, so she’d taken a weekend off and came to visit her parents, aunt, uncle, and unofficial grandparents. Papa had told a horrible dad joke and Renata couldn’t help but laugh for the first time in ages.
“You sound like your mother when you laugh like that,” he’d commented with a grin. It wasn’t the first time someone had told her that. Mia had always told her eldest daughter that no matter what happened in her life, finding something that could make her laugh and feel better was important. Renata had always tried to take that advice to heart and it had served her well.
Renata was proud she was so much like Mia. Her mother had been through so much in her life, yet still continued to be loving and supportive of her children. It inspired her to try to live her life to the fullest, no matter the challenges.
Looking at the woman in the kitchen, making dinner with her ever present cup of coffee, her heart swelled with love. Even though her mother had been absent for most of her childhood, it was to protect her from something much worse than not having her in her life. Renata had been hurt for a while after she learned the truth, but Mia had tried to repair the damage and made her life so much better in the process. No matter what choices or mistakes she’d made, her mother always stood up for her and helped her to understand why the bad decisions hadn’t been the wisest without too much judgment. When she had children of her own, she hoped she could be just like her.
Watching Mia with her father and second mother, Renata had learned what loving unconditionally looked like. Her father had been her mother’s childhood sweetheart and Mom had been a later addition, but they all loved each other and it showed. If she could find one partner that would make her half as happy as Papa and Mom did Mama, she would consider herself lucky.
Mia had also taught her strength. Whenever there was a challenge, without thinking, she found herself putting her head down and saying a small prayer like her mother did when she got scared. There were also times that she doubted her looks were good enough to attract a partner and her ability to complete her degree with her brain. Renata would call her mother to talk and Mia’s words would remind her that she was beautiful, smart, and able to do whatever she set her mind to. Somehow with a few words, she could see herself through her mother’s eyes.
Making friends had always been easy for her as well. Renata had been taught that everyone was worth treating with respect when they deserved it and nobody should be looked down upon for their circumstances. The only thing she struggled with that seemed to come effortlessly to her mother was controlling her temper. Mia could walk away when she got angry, a fact Renata had been grateful for many times during her teenaged years, but when it came to walking away herself, it wasn’t that easy. She always wanted to fight until it was over, never wanting to back down when she was right, getting her into trouble from time to time. It was something she was working on.
Even though her mother had been absent for over ten years of her life, Renata had come to love her deeply and rely on her when life seemed too much to continue. Her mama always seemed so graceful in everything she did.
Even when dealing with her, her young twin siblings and younger brother from mom, as well as the antics her papa and mom got up to, or just assisting with whatever hero crisis that needed her skills, Mia seemed to be perpetually running somewhere to do something, but always seemed to find time to care for everyone in a special way.
The last time she’d visited her Nona, a comment was made that Renata was starting to look alot like her mother did at that age. The girl couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face, maybe if she looked like Mia, she could be like her in other ways. In the ways that truly counted. She hoped she would do her mother proud.
Fluffy starters- Mia and Tony (think it explains itself lol) “Help me, the computer’s making sad beeps again. Make it happy, please.” “Sure, it *looks* safe, but watch what happens when I do this.” “What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”
Non-Romantic Fluff Starters
“Help me, the computer’s robot’s making sad beeps again. Make it him happy, please.”
“Sure, it looks safe, but watch what happens when I do this.”
“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”
Rating: TeenWords: 800
Mia had been arguing with Clint again over her safety and ability to be a hero now that the twins had been born. She mentioned missing being out in the field, and Clint hadn’t been the most supportive of the idea, talking about how the babies needed their mother around. It was frustrating.
It was days like this she was glad that Tony trusted her enough to let her be in his lab unsupervised, where she could just hide away and play with the robot arm that the genius affectionately called ‘dummy’. She stepped out of the elevator, walking into the lab. At first she wondered where dummy was, but then she heard the familiar beeping, but it wasn’t sounding as cheerful as usual, she could tell. “Dummy, what’s wrong?” she asked it as she got closer. The hand spun and chirped at her from its corner of gloom. “Why are you over here, huh?”
Before the bot could respond to her, they heard something open, heavy steps going across the floor as it closed again and Mia turned to see the Iron Man suit walking into the room. “Help me,” she said as he stopped in the middle of the lab, causing Tony to look over as the face plate came off, “the robot’s making sad beeps; make him happy, please.”
Stepping out of the suit and letting JARVIS walk it back to its storage area to await repairs, Tony walked over to them. “Okay, DUM-E, what did you do to put yourself in timeout this time?”
“He’s in timeout?” Mia asked him. “Like a child?”
“Well, yeah, when he does something he’s not supposed to,” Tony explained, looking around the lab. Something caught his eye and he went to check one of the projects he left on his table. “DUM-E, did you break Cosima’s gift in half?” he questioned the bot, receiving panicked beeps in response.
“I’m sure it was an accident,” Mia told him, impressed that the robot seemed to have actual emotions and even a sense of right and wrong. And right now was feeling guilty for breaking something his human had been working on. She was beginning to really understand why Tony treated them like living things, even using gendered pronouns for them.
“JARVIS, how long has DUM-E been in the corner?” Tony asked the ever present AI.
“Since you left and he tried to move it, sir.”
“Okay then. DUM-E, punishment over.”
The robot cheerfully chirped and Mia gave it a hug. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, he is. Mostly is.”
The woman nodded, coming to stand beside him. “So listen, I have a question,” she said, watching him bring up a screen from the computer monitor.
“What is it?” he asked her, looking up information on a supposedly new HYDRA base, according to his employers, somewhere in Antarctica, of all places.
“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”
“Cake, huh?” DUM-E chirped as it aimed its water gun at Tony and the man opened his mouth so the bot could squirt water into it. “That was a great idea, by the way. But anyway, cake, cake… Chocolate’s always good. So is vanilla.” He swiped away the file on the Antarctica base and brought up a hologram of a watch. “What would you think of one for you and one for Stef?” he wondered.
“It’s a watch, so I guess it’s pretty safe, right?”
He grinned at her as he said, “Well, sure it looks safe, that’s the whole point, but watch what happens when I do this.” He pressed a button on the interactive hologram, and the watch quickly transformed into a gauntlet, much like his own, but faster and without the need to pull it over the hand.
Mia smiled as she watched. “Great self defense.”
“That is exactly what I was going for.” He pressed the button again and it quickly reverted back to a watch. “If I can make it so that only the owner can make it convert to a gauntlet, do you think I could put it on the market? Predators wouldn’t know what hit ‘em.”
“But most probably couldn’t afford it,” Mia pointed out.
“I’ll get that figured out. I just hope that they don’t fall into the wrong hands.”
“You can’t police who buys what,” Mia gently reminded him.
He quietly nodded and started working on the model as Mia watched. Eventually she left him to it and went down to the common room kitchen, getting things out. Baking him a cake as a thank you sounded like a great idea. Besides, if he enjoyed it enough this time around, she would know what to do for his birthday. After all, he was family now, right?
64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”
Rating: GeneralWords: 376
“But I want one,” cried Bucks, the little five-year-old, clinging to his mother’s leg. The kids had been to their first petting zoo and had just fallen so in love with the animals.
“We don’t have the room,” Clint sighed. “Sorry, but we don’t. We already have Lucky and James, and even a few of the damn cats your deda keeps finding.”
“Clint, watch your language,” Mia warned. “You know mama’s going to be visiting in a few days. We don’t need the kids swearing at her.”
“Sorry, babe,” he told her. “It just slipped out, you know?”
Picking up her son, Stef said, “Would it really offend her?”
“Well, she might use the ‘wash your mouth out with soap’ threat that old folks still seem to like throwing around,” Clint replied with a shrug.
“You know she made good on that threat a couple times with you and Barney,” said Mia, Tone and Carmen looking at their father.
“Daddy, you tasted soap?”
“Ew, that sounds so gross!”
“Yeah, yeah, soap bubbles are gross,” agreed Clint. “But about the pet thing… Girls, you agree with me, right?”
“It would be cute, though,” Stef stated. “Yeah, maybe we don’t have room, but…”
“Maybe Tony can keep it at the tower,” Mia suggested. “I’m sure he’s lonely with Cosima visiting the family, and the boys on their anniversary.”
With another sigh, Clint groaned, “Alriiight…” He pulled out his phone, calling the man up.
“Hello, birdbrain,” he heard Tony answer after only a couple rings.
“Hey, Tony. Listen, I got a favor to ask.”
“Shoot.”
“The kids want another pet but we don’t have the room, so maybe you could watch it for us?”
“Just don’t buy a goat,” Tony quickly answered.
“Excuse me?” Clint asked.
“I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”
Clint looked at the three kids. “Uh, sure.”
It had been a few days and Tony had completely forgotten all about the pet conversation, until he was walking through the common room and noticed something out of the corner of his eye, causing him to pause and look at the goat staring back at him. “I hope you’re not a fire-breather,” he grumbled, deciding to plan his revenge on the archer later.
76 with Stef before she finds out the sex of her child getting snarky with Clint or Tony (maybe a precursor to Tony's lost bet perhaps?)
76: “I bet it’s a boy.” - “I bet it’s a turtle.”Rating: GeneralWords: 358
Part Two (by @ladydarkphoenix-blog )
Stef was sitting with Mia and Tony in the common room, days before the women would be learning the sexes of their growing little ones. Tony was actually trying to take a break for once, hiding from Secretary Ross again as he was curled up in a chair, seeming to have the rest of the world tuned out while he was doing things on his phone, the women resting on the couch as they watched a program on TV. They looked away only when Clint entered the room. “How are you girls doing?” he asked them, sitting in an empty chair.
“Well, I’m exhausted so Stef’s keeping me company,” Mia sighed. “Honestly, I’m ready for this to be over. So tired of being tired.”
“But the babies are well, so that’s good, right?” said Stef.
“Yeah, it is, I know,” Mia replied, snuggling more with her.
Clint chuckled a little. “Soon we’ll get to meet them all. And hey, after the next appointment we can start looking at baby clothes, right? Probably... girls’ clothes for Stef’s and --”
“Actually, I bet it’s a boy,” Tony suddenly spoke up, his eyes never leaving his phone’s screen.
“Oh, do you?” Clint countered, those brown eyes finally looking up at him. “I’m telling you, it’s gonna be a girl.”
“No, it’s going to be a boy,” Tony said again.
“And I bet it’s probably a turtle,” Stef interjected with a roll of the eyes. Mia softly laughed.
“So you’re so confident that Stef’s gonna have a boy?” Clint questioned the billionaire.
“Totally. And another thing,” Tony decided to add, “neither twin will be a boy. You’re going to be surrounded by women, birdbrain.”
“You want to bet on that?” the archer taunted.
“Yes, actually, I do.”
“Alright, so how about this then? Loser gets a tattoo, winner’s choice where and what.”
“You’re on.”
“And you’re gonna lose because I’m confident I’ll have at least, at least, one boy.”
“Technically, you’re not the one having them,” Mia muttered as she and Stef watched the men, knowing it was going to probably be a nightmare pushing out two babies this time around.
“They’re not even listening,” Stef sighed, her fingers playing with Mia’s hair.
Short Fic Prompt ListPart One (by @ladydarkphoenix-blog )“Why does anyone have to be naked?”Rating: TeenWords: 432
Stef snuggled up against Mia on the bed, hoping she wasn’t rushing herself with this choice. It had been a few months now since she and Clint tried moving their relationship with each other forward and started kissing, but this step was getting closer to intercourse with him, and she definitely was not ready for that. “I’m nervous,” she admitted to Mia.
“Stef, you don’t have to be,” said Mia. “You know he won’t force you into anything you don’t want, right?”
“I know that, but...”
“But what?”
“What if he really wants to but I don’t and he doesn’t like that --”
“Stef,” Mia said, getting her attention, “he isn’t Angelo, remember?”
Stef lightly sighed, but nodded. It was true; Clint was already nothing like Angelo. Clint was patient, gentle, never forceful, while Angelo had been manipulative, rough, and... well, very forceful. She didn’t want to keep thinking Clint would be like him, but the only other men she had had experience with weren’t much better; Brock and his men had been the worst. However... well, Tony had been gentle and kind, even though their time together had been Angelo’s doing.
The door to their bedroom opened, a confused Clint peeking in at them. “Uh, hey, girls. What are you doing in here?”
“Waiting for you, actually,” Mia told him. “Stef wants to try experimenting with you.”
“C-could we not be... n-naked though?” asked the young woman.
Clint blinked at her, a bit confused. “Why does anyone have to be naked?” he wondered. “You don’t need to undress to make out, you know. Uh, if... if that’s what you want to do, anyway.”
“R-really? And no... no touching under my clothes?” she needed to know.
“Exactly. That was how... he liked things, right? Well, just remember that I’m not him, okay?” Clint tried assuring her.
“I-I know... I’m sorry, really, I just...”
“Hey, it’s okay,” he told her, sitting with them on the bed. “I know why you keep thinking that, but I promise, I’m not like him. We don’t even have to try this tonight if you don’t want to.”
Stef nodded. She wanted to do this, though. “C-could you kiss me then?”
With a smile, Clint answered, “Always,” and he softly pressed his lips against hers. This was a good pace for them, because she was the one that set it, and Clint and Mia were completely fine with that. Stef didn’t even need to feel pressured to be at all intimate with him if that’s what she wanted. They would accept whatever she needed to feel safe and loved.
