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[Clint x Reader] Hero

"(Y/N), don't move!"

You froze without even thinking about it. Your eyes were widened with dread as you took in the sight before you, but it was quickly replaced by confusion. You now understood where your dining chairs had disappeared to, along with every other chair in your home and a few tables apparently.

It wasn't too hard to find Clint and your children among the chaotic spread of couches, chairs, tables, and whatever else they had dragged out. Clint stood, perched precariously between the arm of the couch and one of the previously missing chairs from your kitchen. Your youngest son, Jack, who was not even two yet, was being held protectively to his chest while your five year old, Kyle, was slung unceremoniously under his other arm by his stomach as he giggled uncontrollably. Last but not least, your three year old, Tyler, was clinging with all his might to his father's back, arms tightly about his neck while his little feet stuck out around his sides, a look of pure terror on his face.

"Momma!" Tyler cried, the conviction in his voice enough to break your heart. You were about continue towards them and demand just what was going on, when Clint stopped you in your tracks once again.

"Just stay where you are, (Y/N)!" The fear on his face, though obviously being faked, matched that of the child hanging off his back. So, though still very much confused, you stood still as he looked indecisively between you and the three children he carried. Finally, his mind apparently made, he jumped back over to the couch and carefully deposited them one by one to stand beside him. He then knelt down to look them each in the eye, hands resting on the shoulders of the oldest and middle child, the youngest tucked between them as Kyle still laughed. "I'm going to save your mother," he told them seriously. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before raising his hand from Kyle's shoulder to the back of his head. "Kyle," he began, and he immediately quieted as he mimicked the grave tone of his father, "should the worst happen, you're in charge. Take care of your brothers." He nodded, but the grin was still there, gaining more control of his lips with every second.

Clint stood suddenly, leaping from couch to chair to table to chair like only he could. He made eye contact with you as he paused on top of the small table that had held your son's fish tank the last time you had seen it. "Hold on, my love," he told you gallantly.

"Oh, save me, great and brave hero," you, slightly mockingly, replied, hand to your chest and eyes cast to the ceiling. You were still confused as to what had happened while you were gone, but for now you could just play along. You'd get your answer eventually.

He came to a stop on the armchair directly in front of you, hand outstretched as your boys cheered from their haven on the couch. "Take my hand," he commanded in a deep voice, the intensity of it making it very hard for you not to outright laugh. You did as he said, and not a moment later you were up on the chair with him, chests pressed together as he held you.

"What's going on?" you whispered.

Instead of answering, his eyes flicked down to your lips. He was then, quite unexpectedly and rather deeply kissing you. Your son's cheers turned to groans and noises of disgust, but instead of being embarrassed, you were more amused that they still were bothered by it. After all, Clint certainly had never had any misgivings about kissing you in front of them.

After a good few seconds, he pulled back, mouth still temptingly close to yours. You were ready to kiss him this time around, but the next four words he muttered broke the spell you were under. "The floor is lava."

You were then flung up over his should as he began hopping back towards the couch. Your hands latched onto whatever fabric of his shirt you could get a hold of. "Clint," you hissed as you bounced against his back, "put me down."

"No can do, babe," he replied, smacking your butt a little harder than you thought necessary. "I'm rescuing you."

You fumed as he continued on. You were going to make him regret this if you had any say. You briefly remembered your previous plans for the evening, your thoughts going longingly to the little secret buried beneath a pile of boys clothing and Chinese food. You smiled deviously. You were sure you could find some way to pay him back in full.

After plenty of bouncing and jumping, you were suddenly being dumped onto the cushions of the couch and overrun by three giggling boys.

"Alright, alright, alright!" you called above them. "Yes, daddy saved me! And I got food to save us from starving. Go get it from the front door and wash your hands." The mention of food was enough to get them moving as they all, completely forgetting about the 'lava', got off you and raced to get to the promised food first.

You let your head fall back to the seat of the couch. You sometimes questioned how you had ended up with three boys. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but you two hadn't been too good at avoiding pregnancy, as you had been married for only a little over six years and already had three sons. You decided it was past time for a girl, and you were sure Clint wouldn't oppose the idea of obtaining one.

Pushing yourself up to your feet with a groan, you made to follow them, but arms snaking around your waist stopped you. "And just where do you think you're going?" Clint asked, chin resting against your shoulder.

"To keep the boys from digging too deeply through the stuff I bought today," you answered simply.

"Why?" he asked, mouth teasingly close to your ear.

"Because," you said, prying his hands off you and sending his lips into a pout, "there may or may not be something that I am not quite ready for them to be seeing or asking about just yet."

His pout stayed a moment longer, but as he interpreted your meaning his face fell neutral. He stared at you for a moment before his fist shot into the air, a look of triumph radiating off of him. He then started spinning around in a circle, eye searching. "What time is it?"

You rolled your eyes. "Not even five thirty yet."

He growled in frustration before speaking up. "I think the boys need an early bedtime tonight."

With a laugh you began backing away. "Sorry, oh great and brave hero," you said, bowing sarcastically with a glint in your eye, "but you're just going to have to be patient."

His pout returned, but only for a moment, quickly changing into a smirk as you stalked away, hips swinging back and forth purely for his enjoyment. He laughed as he made a quick fist and jerked his elbow down towards his stomach. He could be patient.

Tonight was most certainly going to be worth the wait.