Let's see.... Little bit of wetting, some little Tony.... Yup, sounds like a good update to me! :P Enjoy lovelies.
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Chapter 17:
".....It's quiet," Phil finally said. Tasha hadn't bothered them in almost an hour.
"Yeah, isn't it nice?" Clint said with a smirk, looking at him with a smile.
"Not when we have a toddler running around. That's the sign of world ending trouble," Phil sighed. Clint frowned. "JARVIS?"
"Yes, Agent Coulson?" The AI answered.
"What is Miss Romanoff's status?"
"She is currently crying, and her clothes are wet. I would have informed you sooner but Sir insisted I keep their location and situation private," JARVIS informed them.
"Son of a bitch," Clint growled. "Where are they JARVIS?"
"They are in the nursery."
"Nursery?" Clint questioned. Phil let out an exasperated sigh. "J, light the way." As a trail of blue dots appeared on the floor, Clint stomped off to follow them, Phil trailing behind him.
"Any questions?"
"Yeah, why the hell did I not know about this?!"
"He didn't want anyone to know," Phil shrugged. Clint froze, and suddenly everything sort of made snese. The way Pepper had looked at Tony that morning, the constant and sudden appearance of bare necessities.... How Pepper always seemed to know how to deal with the two of them.... Tony's jealousy...
"Tony's.... He's a...."
"Yes Clint, he's little. And before you go there, he has nothing to do with-" Clint didn't stop to listen to the rest of that explanation, storming down to the nursery, trying to get in. But, the stupid access pad wouldn't let him in.
"JARVIS! What the hell!" He snapped.
"I'm afraid only Sir, Agent Romanoff, and Miss Potts have the proper access code to the nursery," The AI reported. "The only one who can override it is-"
"Daddy!" Tasha sobbed, toddling over to the door, her clothes wet and her face red. It made his heart break and melt at the same time, and suddenly his fit of anger was forgotten. Something just clicked into place, and suddenly all he wanted to do was be whatever that little girl needed.
"Shh, Tasha, I'm here, I promise. But you have to let me in, okay?" He said, slowly and gently.
"Can't Daddy! I can't!" She cried.
Clint sighed, and glared at Tony. If there was someone to direct his anger at, he seemed the most likely candidate. HE was the reason-
"J, open the doors," Tony said, his voice as soft as Clint had ever heard. As soon as the glass panels slid open, Clint had an armful of trembling red curls.
"Shh, I've got you sweetie," He cooed, carrying her back inside the room. "You're okay. Daddy's here."
"I'm sorry Daddy!" She sobbed.
"Shhh, it was just a little accident. It's not a big deal hon," Clint cooed, bouncing the girl in his arms. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up, and then we can have some quiet time until Mommy get's home, okay?"
"Can- can I have bubbles?" Tasha sniffled.
Clint beamed. "Oh, I think we can have bubbles," He cooed. "Come on. And Tony?" Tony looked up, like a deer in headlights. "You should come cuddle too."
The genius nodded shyly. "Okay," He answered, going back to... whatever it was he was doing before. "She can wash up in my bathroom. It's down the hall." Clint nodded. Tony sounded.... tiny. Yeah, this was definitely gonna bite him in the ass later. Oh well.
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Chapter 17:
".....It's quiet," Phil finally said. Tasha hadn't bothered them in almost an hour.
"Yeah, isn't it nice?" Clint said with a smirk, looking at him with a smile.
"Not when we have a toddler running around. That's the sign of world ending trouble," Phil sighed. Clint frowned. "JARVIS?"
"Yes, Agent Coulson?" The AI answered.
"What is Miss Romanoff's status?"
"She is currently crying, and her clothes are wet. I would have informed you sooner but Sir insisted I keep their location and situation private," JARVIS informed them.
"Son of a bitch," Clint growled. "Where are they JARVIS?"
"They are in the nursery."
"Nursery?" Clint questioned. Phil let out an exasperated sigh. "J, light the way." As a trail of blue dots appeared on the floor, Clint stomped off to follow them, Phil trailing behind him.
"Any questions?"
"Yeah, why the hell did I not know about this?!"
"He didn't want anyone to know," Phil shrugged. Clint froze, and suddenly everything sort of made snese. The way Pepper had looked at Tony that morning, the constant and sudden appearance of bare necessities.... How Pepper always seemed to know how to deal with the two of them.... Tony's jealousy...
"Tony's.... He's a...."
"Yes Clint, he's little. And before you go there, he has nothing to do with-" Clint didn't stop to listen to the rest of that explanation, storming down to the nursery, trying to get in. But, the stupid access pad wouldn't let him in.
"JARVIS! What the hell!" He snapped.
"I'm afraid only Sir, Agent Romanoff, and Miss Potts have the proper access code to the nursery," The AI reported. "The only one who can override it is-"
"Daddy!" Tasha sobbed, toddling over to the door, her clothes wet and her face red. It made his heart break and melt at the same time, and suddenly his fit of anger was forgotten. Something just clicked into place, and suddenly all he wanted to do was be whatever that little girl needed.
"Shh, Tasha, I'm here, I promise. But you have to let me in, okay?" He said, slowly and gently.
"Can't Daddy! I can't!" She cried.
Clint sighed, and glared at Tony. If there was someone to direct his anger at, he seemed the most likely candidate. HE was the reason-
"J, open the doors," Tony said, his voice as soft as Clint had ever heard. As soon as the glass panels slid open, Clint had an armful of trembling red curls.
"Shh, I've got you sweetie," He cooed, carrying her back inside the room. "You're okay. Daddy's here."
"I'm sorry Daddy!" She sobbed.
"Shhh, it was just a little accident. It's not a big deal hon," Clint cooed, bouncing the girl in his arms. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up, and then we can have some quiet time until Mommy get's home, okay?"
"Can- can I have bubbles?" Tasha sniffled.
Clint beamed. "Oh, I think we can have bubbles," He cooed. "Come on. And Tony?" Tony looked up, like a deer in headlights. "You should come cuddle too."
The genius nodded shyly. "Okay," He answered, going back to... whatever it was he was doing before. "She can wash up in my bathroom. It's down the hall." Clint nodded. Tony sounded.... tiny. Yeah, this was definitely gonna bite him in the ass later. Oh well.
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