I do hope you weren't hoping for a quiet evening alone

[red_in_ledger]

Who: Natasha, Clint, and anyone else who wishes to join
When: Father's Day
Where: Avengers Kitchen
What: A little surprise is in store for all.

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[agenthawk]

He'd really should've expected something like this. It was Father's Day after all. The tradition of being absolute monsters to each other wasn't going to end this (or any) year. And he could've expected a particularly mean ploy this time around since he'd upped his own game just this last Mother's Day. 'Tasha was never one to be outdone.

Still.

This wasn't exactly what he'd been prepared for.

Clint was in the middle of drinking coffee when he received the news (she always did have impeccable timing). He came incredibly close to a spit take and instead choked on the hot beverage. Coughing hard it was a few moments before he was able to let out a scratchy,

"Wait...what?"

[red_in_ledger]

Natasha had been trained in espionage by the best. She had survived plenty of missions where her live literally depended on not breaking character, not a single inch of it.

So when Clint about drowned himself in his coffee, her face merely shifted to reflect a look of mild concern and general contempt for his intelligence. She kept her smiles and laughter locked inside.

But oh, it was a near thing. Natasha was going to have to pull stills from the security feed and frame them; Clint's expression was priceless.

Now, though, she merely tapped the table next to the pregnancy tests irritably. "You see," she drawled, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "when a man and a woman care about each other very much, sometimes they touch each other in very good ways. But if they aren't careful, the woman can suddenly find herself carrying around an ever-growing parasite."

She shrugged. "So again. Congratulations. You're going to be a father."

[bannerbanter]

Bruce Banner lowered his newspaper. This was much more interesting