Tiny little Tasha 7

Shamelessly fluffy. No warnings, or regrets. :P And it's short, so I think I'll update another story too. ;D

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Chapter 7:

"Director," Phil said calmly.  Clint frowned deeply, sitting next to his lover.

"What happened out there to cause one of my best agents to not only piss herself, but to act like a damn infant?" He growled.

"One, she couldn't help it. Two, she was compromised, and three, even your medical team isn't even sure. And I don't appreciate you talking about my best friend like that!" Clint snapped.

Fury glared at him with his one good eye. "I'll see if Reed Richards can take a look into it. In the meantime, keep her out of view from the public," He said firmly, before standing and stalking out of the room. 

Clint huffed. "I doubt he'll even know-"

"He may have more insight," Phil said. "And Thor is expected later this week according to Doctor Foster. He might have some insight too. All we can do is just take care of her until then."

Clint huffed and stood. "Did she tell you anything before this went down?" He asked.

"She told me she had been struggling with a bed-wetting issue," Phil said. "She said it happens every night, and I'm going to assume that will only intensify now."

Clint groaned as they walked back to Tasha. "If Tony says one word about anything I am personally whooping his ass myself."

"You'll have to get in Line, I think Pepper would echo your sentiments," Phil said as he walked into the little hospital room.

"Look Daddy! Me and Uncle Steve made you a picture of us!" She said, bouncing off the bed and running over to him.

"It's beautiful sweetheart," Clint cooed, scooping her up. "And guess what? Now it's time to go home."

"Yay! Can Uncle Steve come too?" She asked.

Steve couldn't help but beam. "Of course doll. We actually live together you know."

"Like a sleepover?" Natasha asked.

Phil chuckled behind her. "Kind of," he said. "Now do you need to go potty before we leave?"

"Noo," Tasha whined, burying her face in Clint's shoulder.

"Alright then, let's get the others then," he said, carrying Tasha to the tiny waiting area.