Hello readers, it's ninjanervana bringing you yet another Avengers story. To avoid confusion, I'm gonna point out from now that Asgeir is Jane and Thor's son (To learn more about Asgeir and how he came about, read my story "A bouncing bundle of thunder?") Remember that I do not own anything, please do not sue me, i'm just a broke college student with big dreams. So read on and let me know if you like it!
"Alright little man, it's time for lunch," Clint said, settling himself into the rocking chair in Asgeir's nursery. He smiled down at Asgeir, adjusting the baby in his arms before reaching for the warm bottle of milk next to him. 'Earth's mightiest heroes have become babysitters,' Clint thought, chuckling as he looked down at Asgeir. "Look what you've done to us kiddo; you've changed us from superheroes saving the universe to puddles of mush," Clint said as Asgeir made unintelligible sounds. "You've got the best super power. I bet if we took you on missions the bad guys would just give up because you're so cute."
The Avengers easily slipped into their new roles as aunts and uncles after Asgeir's birth, constantly offering help to give Thor and Jane a chance to catch up on their much-needed sleep or manage the affairs of Asgard. "Drink up so you can grow up big and strong like your dad," Clint said to six-month old Asgeir. Clint was absolutely in love with his nephew. He always wanted a family of his own, but with his career choice he highly doubted he would have one. But he was content to shower his unconditional love on Asgeir.
As Clint carefully placed the empty bottle on the floor, he shifted Asgeir to his shoulder, gently patting his back. 'Hawkeye, infamous assassin, amazing sniper, is sitting in a beige colored nursery with a burp rag on his shoulder,' Clint thought, shaking his head in amazement. 'Never a dull moment in the Tower.' "That was a good one, little man," Clint said as Asgeir burped softly. Clint felt his heart warm as he watched Asgeir's eyelids slowly close, a peaceful expression spread across his face, brought on by a full stomach and knowing you were well protected. Asgeir was absolutely incredible in Clint's eyes. He managed to turn a group of heroes into fawning aunts and uncles, managed to give them some semblance of a normal life, manged to tighten the bonds that already tied everyone together as a family. Asgeir was amazing. Clint rocked Asgeir for a few minutes, stroking his light brown hair. Finally he rose from the rocking chair, walking over to Asgeir's crib. He gently set Asgeir inside, tucking a soft blue blanket around him. "Love you Asgeir," Clint said softly, stroking his smooth cheek before clipping the baby monitor onto the waist of his jeans and walking out of the room.
"I think someone's calling for you," Bruce said as Asgeir's cries were heard through the baby monitor resting on the coffee table.
"I just put him down for his nap ten minutes ago; what's he doing awake?" Clint asked, grabbing the baby monitor and rushing into the nursery. "Hey, what's wrong little man?" Clint asked softly as he lifted Asgeir out of his crib. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his face red from crying. "It's okay, everything's okay now. Uncle Clint's got you," Clint said, rocking Asgeir.
After a few minutes, Asgeir's tears subsided into sniffles. "See you're alright," Clint said, kissing Asgeir's forehead softly. "But you need your nap or you're gonna be really cranky later and no one wants that. How bout I sing you a song? I always sing to your Aunt Tasha when she's sick; though I sing to her when we're just laying around in bed too. But that's not my point. Maybe it'll help you sleep easier. There's actually a song I wanted to practice before I sing it to Tasha. Mind if I practice on you first?" Clint asked, slowly walking around the nursery. "I didn't think you would; you're a good sport." Clint tucked the blanket more firmly around Asgeir, shifting him in his arms. "You know I always wanted to have a family of my own, a wife and a few kids. But I don't think it's gonna happen. I mean I have a family now; I have your Aunt Tasha and I have all your uncles and your mom and dad and you. But I don't think I'll be giving you any cousins to play with. It's not in the cards for me and your Aunt Tasha. So we're probably gonna spoil you recklessly. I'll teach you all the fun things your mom doesn't want me to," he laughed. Asgeir responded with a little yawn, causing Clint to smile. "Right, focusing on the lullaby."
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
There's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find
'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up
"I thought you only sang for me," Natasha said softly, leaning against the doorframe.
Clint turned toward her, smiling slightly. "Well someone didn't want to go to sleep so I thought a song might help," he replied, stretching a hand toward her.
"I guess I can share your vocal talents," she said, walking toward him. "You do have a soothing voice."
"He seems to think so," Clint said, looking at Asgeir fast asleep in his arms. "How long have you been standing in the doorway?" Clint asked, wondering if she heard his earlier conversation with Asgeir.
"Not too long. I thought I heard you singing so I came to listen," she replied, looking down at Asgeir. "He's really cute when he's asleep, isn't he? Like a little angel."
"Asgeir's adorable no matter what he's doing," Clint laughed.
"Kinda makes me want one of my own," Natasha admitted softly, gently stroking Asgeir's hand.
"Really?" Clint asked, surprised.
"Yeah. I doubt I'll ever have kids of my own; life is too complicated and I don't know how to raise a kid. But Asgeir makes me entertain the thought, you know?" Natasha said, looking into Clint's stormy grey eyes.
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," Clint replied, gazing into her eyes before kissing her softly.
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