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Burnt Out

Natasha's dreams of a big family, have slowly become my greatest nightmare... and she's not even here to live through it with me.
I honestly couldn't do it without my trusty bottle of Vino...
I agreed to start a family, not a baseball team.

Wanda, Yelena and Natasha are currently on a week long, no contact mission together.
While they're off saving the world from God knows what, I'm at home keeping all of our worlds safe, and I'd like to think that I'm quite the superhero myself.

Our eldest daughter—Topanga, she's quite the little helper, though I tend to shoo her away; not wanting her to feel burdened by thinking she needs to help with the younger kids. I know it's in her nature to help, but I remember all too well what being the eldest sister was like and I refuse to place the same chip on her shoulders.

Topanga's seven, so she's at least school aged, whereas Natasha and I's other three children are all under five. Romeo and Ryland, are our fraternal twin boys, and are currently in the "terrific three's," but I'm failing to see when that transition takes place. Then there's Samantha, our newest baby coming up on five months old tomorrow, she recently discovered her toes so that's cool I guess.

Then I was also left with Billy and Tommy, as Vision's also off on a mission; let's just say they're living up to the terrible two's.

Don't even get me started on the fact that Yelena's left me in charge of Fanny, as if I would have the time for tending to a dog's every need. Especially not when her list for her dog is more extensive then the one we have for our five month old.

•Brush her coat every evening at 5:05

Why 5:05? Would it hurt if I did 5:06?

•I left a weeks worth of food in your deep freezer. She eats Veal, that you need to thaw, mixed with a raw egg, and her supplements.

Jesus, the dog eats better than me...

•She goes on a run every morning, and night.

Not with me she doesn't..

The list goes on, but I just stopped reading it as it continues to get more ludicrous as you go on.

To top it all off—Clint had called two days in, apparently Laura and him were in a bind; desperately in need to leave the kids with me for the day, and even possibly the night. They'd never call if it wasn't urgent, so of course I had said yes.

———

My current peace is interrupted by a loud slamming of a car door, my heart drops, and I race to beat them to the door. However, Nate was a bit too eager to see Panga, so he ruined the silence and barreled his fist into the door.

Almost as if a set of fire alarm sprinklers would go off one after the other, all the liliputians spring to life. Samantha, and the twins instantly cry, having not been ready for consciousness just yet, filling me with dread as I now have three tired yet awake kids. On the other hand, the older set of twins are now bounding with energy, and tearing up my living room.

I sigh, mentally preparing myself for the chaos that's about to commence, that I had so carefully held at bay for all this time.

"Clinton, upon your return, I better be receiving replenishments for my wine collection." I reply through gritted teeth to the man staring sheepishly in my direction from the bottom of my porch stairs.

"Y/N/N, I'm sorry, we told him not to but we couldn't catch him in time."

"Well, had you texted like I said to, I would've been able to stop him." I whine indignantly.