Imagine Kate having to deal with a de-aged, 5 year old Clint.
In all respects, Katherine Elizabeth Bishop is prepared. whether or not it's a broken coffee machine or the end of the world, she is prepared to kick ass. It helps that she’s almost in constant contact with the self-proclaimed “greatest archer in the world.” but for the most part, she can manage just about anything. However, what doesn’t help, and what she isn’t prepared for, is the sudden de-aging of said archer.
It's not like Kate hates children or anything like that, but screaming and nearly pissing herself at seeing the same gray eyes of your 35 year old friend on the face of a five year old and finding it downright creepy as hell is probably not the appropriate response, especially when he gets scared and starts crying. even more so when Steve casts her as the woman in charge of Clint until a cure for whatever spell caused such misfortune can be found.
This is exactly like that one movie…
Even after several days, Kate hasn’t quite gotten the hang of parenting.
"KAY KAY" a loud scream rings through the apartment, Kate groans, shifting in her bed. she really didn’t want to get out of her super comfy position. "KAY KAY, COMMEERE!!!!" the voice rings louder.
Muttering curses, Kate sits up, rubbing her eyes. she throws the hood of her captain america onesie over her head and pulls the drawstring until the only skin on her face that’s exposed to the world is the tip of her nose. shuffling into the kitchen, she quickly eats a bowl of froot loops. Lucky pads up to her, panting and giving her a dog smile. he has an old sheet tied to his collar from last night, when they had pretended he was the superhero, and clint was the damsel in distress. She stood there, eyeing the dog. maybe this wont be too bad, she thinks. “I can get used to this, right?” she asks, Lucky doesn't stop smiling.
”KAY KAY" he shouts even louder, Kate groans behind a smile.
"Clint, stop shouting, I’m right here," she sighs, opening the door to his room. The 5 year old is jumping on his bed, wearing a purple shirt that’s way too big for him. he jumps off, and runs toward Kate, trying to hug her waist, but only reaching to the middle of her thighs.
"Kay Kay, will you make a fort with me?" he asks, looking up at her. Kate smiles, she can’t be mad at that little face. she picks him up, and sets him back down on the bed.
"okay, if were gonna make a fort, we’re gonna need some couch cushions…"