Father’s day

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

“Just means he’ll crash for nap time.” He grinned. “Are you kidding, I’ve been shooting arrows for years, he could bite hard and I doubt it could break the skin.” He laughed. “No one is dumb enough to try.”

“He’s a baby, Clint…He’ll try chew his way through anything. Its nothing to do with being dumb enough.” Dean began chewing on Clint’s fingers, looking around him at everyone and making a squealing noise.

“He’s a Barton.” He laughed. “Hey bud, can Daddy have his hand back so he can eat?”

Father’s day

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

He started into his french toast. “You guys, this is delicious.” He laughed when some syrup dribbled down Izzie’s chin and onto her shirt. “Yup you’re my daughter and I couldn’t be happier.” He looked over at Dean. “You too bud.” He dipped his finger in the syrup and let Dean chew on his finger. 

She laughed as Dean nommed the syrup off Clint’s finger. “He’s going to be hyper from all that sugar. And he’s teething too…so careful he doesn’t bite.” She wiped the syrup off Izzie’s shirt and smiled. “No one could ever argue that they aren’t your kids.”

“Just means he’ll crash for nap time.” He grinned. “Are you kidding, I’ve been shooting arrows for years, he could bite hard and I doubt it could break the skin.” He laughed. “No one is dumb enough to try.”

Father’s day

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

He laughed and ruffled Dean’s hair. “That’s my boy.” He grinned. “Best one ever.” He nodded. “Yes, breakfast. Let’s eat.”

She smiled and sat happily as they ate, giving Dean a small piece of french toast to each. He chewed on it, making little nommy noises to himself and Tasha laughed.

He started into his french toast. “You guys, this is delicious.” He laughed when some syrup dribbled down Izzie’s chin and onto her shirt. “Yup you’re my daughter and I couldn’t be happier.” He looked over at Dean. “You too bud.” He dipped his finger in the syrup and let Dean chew on his finger. 

Father’s day

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

“Did I just hear what I think I heard?” Clint looked them. “What did you say little man.” He grinned. “So you heard that too?” He grinned at Tasha before pulling them both towards him and kissed the top of Dean’s head as he still hugged Izzie with one arm. 

She smiled brightly. Dean booped Clint on the nose. “Dadadada!” He giggled. Tasha laughed, “Yup, thats daddy. Good boy.” She kissed Clint and then kiss both her children on the head. “Happy Father’s Day, babe…Now how about breakfast. I made enough for everyone.”

He laughed and ruffled Dean’s hair. “That’s my boy.” He grinned. “Best one ever.” He nodded. “Yes, breakfast. Let’s eat.”

Father’s day

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

He laughed and hugged Izzie. “You did all that?” He kissed the top of Izzie’s head. “Wow. Thank you, and you too drool master.” He reached over and tickled Dean. “You too.” He pulled Tasha closer and gave her a quick kiss.

Dean squealed again and began to babble then the word he was saying began to make sense, “Dadadada!!” He made grabby hands at Clint again and laughed. Tasha smiled brightly. “Oh my god, Dean!” She couldn’t believe it and knew it would make Clint’s day hearing it.

“Did I just hear what I think I heard?” Clint looked them. “What did you say little man.” He grinned. “So you heard that too?” He grinned at Tasha before pulling them both towards him and kissed the top of Dean’s head as he still hugged Izzie with one arm. 

Father’s day

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

 

Clint had been sleeping great. They had their new house, Tasha was back and it was nice and peaceful. He stirred awake when he heard Dean squeal and smelled the French Toast, but didn’t want to ruin the fun so he tried to hide the smile. He just listened. “Morning.” He smiled when he heard Tasha and opened his eyes. “Oh wow, all this for me?” He sat up in bed and grinned.

She grinned, Izzie jumping at him and onto his lap. Dean made grabby hands at his daddy. “Yep. Izzie helped and carried it in for you. And she wrote the card all by herself. Right baby?…Dean drooled.” She laughed.

He laughed and hugged Izzie. “You did all that?” He kissed the top of Izzie’s head. “Wow. Thank you, and you too drool master.” He reached over and tickled Dean. “You too.” He pulled Tasha closer and gave her a quick kiss.

Father’s day

b-widow-tasha:

Tasha got up before Clint that morning and helped Izzie make breakfast for Clint. She made him french toast and got everything ready, carrying the tray up the stairs for Izzie. She then handed it over to her. “Be careful, Izz. Don’t spill anything.” She quickly moved to Deans room and got him out of his crib, carrying him into her and Clint’s room, walking slowly so Izzie wouldn’t spill anything. She opened the door and peeked in at Clint who was still asleep, as she opened it wide Dean squealed loudly and giggled. Tasha laughed, “Shhhhh Dean.” She set Dean down on her side of the bed and took the tray off Izzie putting that down too so Izzie could jump on the bed with them. Tasha leaned over and kissed Clint on the temple, “Clint?…babe?….time to wake up.”

Clint had been sleeping great. They had their new house, Tasha was back and it was nice and peaceful. He stirred awake when he heard Dean squeal and smelled the French Toast, but didn’t want to ruin the fun so he tried to hide the smile. He just listened. “Morning.” He smiled when he heard Tasha and opened his eyes. “Oh wow, all this for me?” He sat up in bed and grinned.

It’s Father’s Day!!!

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

“I think I can live with that.” He laughed and watched her carefully.

She lay back on the bed and smiled at him, “Well, come on Barton…Do your worst.”

“Yes ma’am.” He moved to kiss his way down her neck.

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

b-widow-tasha:

thehawkeyedbarton:

“True.” He grinned. “I was here and it’s still better now.”

She smiled, “Well I’m glad its better now that I’m here. So…what do you think we should do to make it better?”

“Much better.” He pulled her in tight. “I can think of a few things.” He kissed her.

“Well how about I let you run with those ideas and I’ll just play along.” she smiled and got off the bed, undressing and tossing her clothes to the side before getting under the covers.

“I think I can live with that.” He laughed and watched her carefully.