Could You Do Peter As Clint And Natashas Son Please Xx

Could you do Peter as Clint and Natasha’s son please xx

Request from @iloveclato19 and @hey-how-r-u… I’m not sure it said they both sent it but they’re two different accounts? I’ve never gotten a request before so I may just be delusional. Anyway, thank you so much for the request! 

Request: Could you do Peter is Clint and Natasha’s son? Xxx

Prompt: Peter finds a stray dog when out on patrol, Natasha disapproves but Clint wants more

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Faint whimpering was heard in the alleyway Peter swung above, making him do a double-take. Slowing down, he turned back to where he heard the small calls for help. That’s when he saw it, a little scuffed up beagle pup staring right at him. 

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“Uh… dad?” Peter looked out into the kitchen, hiding the small dog behind the door frame. He knew his dad, Clint, would approve of a puppy in the house… He just wasn’t so sure if Natasha would like it. 

“Yeah, kiddo? What’s up?” Peter began to sway on his feet, nervous. “Could you come here a sec?” That caught his mothers attention, what could he be up to that he couldn’t come to her instead? But Natasha didn’t show her awareness, no. alternately, she continued cooking the spaghetti they’d be having for dinner.

Clint didn’t think anything of it, probably just a boy problem. So, he walked over to Peter, closing the door afterwards. There was a silence before Peter spoke up, “This is Cooper.” He brought out the dog from behind his back. Barton stared at the pup for a moment, a grin forming on his face. 

“Where did he come from?” Peter’s dad picked up the helpless puppy, watching as its tail started to wag. “I found him on patrol… He was in an ally, all dirty and bruised,” Clint frowned at the idea of the little angel in front of him all beaten up.

“Tasha’s not gonna be happy about a dog in the house…”  Peter pondered for a moment, “We just won’t tell her,” He shrugged. Of course, that plan would never work… Mothers know everything, especially Mothers that are highly trained Russian assassins.

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“Ok, so you’re gonna hide him in your sweater while I go in and act like nothing ever happened. Got it?” Clint looked out to the kitchen before looking back at his son. Cradling the little dog, Peter stepped out nonchalantly.

It didn’t take long before Natasha knew they were hiding something. “Whatchu got, Kiddo?” Peter and Clint stopped in their tracks, looking up at the assassin’s back that was faced to them. It amazed both boys that she didn’t even need to look up to tell they did something. 

“Wha- What do you mean, mom?” that last bit of his sentence getting muffled by a bark… That’s when she turned to face them. “I guess the cats out of the bag…” Clint stated, grabbing the puppy from his son’s sweater. Natasha’s eyes widened, the thing was adorable but surely it would rip apart the whole house.

“More like the dog! Where did it come from?” She stomped her way over to the boys. “Mom, I know you don’t want the dog but hear me out. I found him in an alleyway all beaten up while patrolling, please let us keep him,” Natasha pondered for a moment, looking between the dog, her husband, and her son. 

“Just make sure it doesn’t touch my new suit.”

I think she likes girls

Imagine: Scott asking you out at a bar, understanding you're lesbian, suddenly being extremely supportive of this random stranger he just met and hyping you up to ask the pretty lass (Hope) that you couldn't rip your eyes off of ever since she walked in the room. 

Paring: Hope van dyne x fem!reader

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"Hey," a smaller man giving off 'classic dad' vibes slid into the barstool next to you. You did a double-take and realized he was talking to you. "Uh, hey," you gave an awkward, tight-lipped smile, aiming for your signals to hit him in the face.

"You want something to drink?" He asked. All you wished was that you could disintegrate into dust in the snap of a finger. That was until this extraordinary lady strolled through the low and stained doors of this hell hole place they call a bar. You couldn't keep your eyes off her. 

"Uh, yes please," the words slipped out, unaware of the man still in front of you. "I'll take a dry Martini," you slowly ripped your eyes off the pretty lass and became attentive to the situation. "I'm Scott, you?" You took a deep breath as he introduced himself. "I'm- I'm Y/N," 

You watched as she came closer to the counter, her hips swaying forcefully as she walked. Looking her up and down slowly as Scott ordered you drinks. 

"We should slow down, I was moving too quick," he turned back to give you your drink. It surprised you at how nice this man was, the sudden admiration caught you off guard. "I can read the signals from a mile away," He reassured, taking a sip of alcohol. 

You chuckled nervously, he must've caught you checking out the chick beside him. Though you were looking down at your swirling martini, you raised your head to face him with a wince. "Oh dear…" you trialled out with a ring of laughter followed by Scott. 

"I say give it a shot," he took another sip.

"Woah, woah… yeah, that's oughta be a no,"

"Then why go to a bar? C'mon the worst she could do is say no, it's not like you know each other," he hesitated, slowly looking up at you. "do you?"

You laughed again. "Gosh no!" Mumbling a little 'I wish' before taking another gulp of your beverage. 

"Then ask her out,"

"Alright."

You honestly didn't know what it was that made you stand up and walk towards her. Was it the alcohol bringing a newfound courage, was it the random stranger that just hyped you up about it? Possibly both… 

Just as you started to reach her she turned around, the two of you almost knocking into each other. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," you got a good look at her eyes, a beautiful golden brown that the party lights glistened off of. Her brown sugar hair, you could just visualize getting your fingers intertwined with. Everything you thought was amazing about her before was a million times better up close. 

"I- I uh…" you were at loss for words in her sight. You looked back at Scott for a quick reassuring jester, only to watch him play with the lemon on the side of his glass. You looked back at the angel in front of you and tried to gain the courage that had just fleed from you back. 

You cleared your throat and managed to squeak out your name. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you backed up a fraction, the quick flash of disappointment in her eyes going unnoticed. "Hope, nice to meet you," 

Her smile made you melt into the ground even more. Her soft hands meeting your dry, cold ones made you flush, this time with embarrassment. But Hope didn't mind, coming face to face with this doll, your hands were the least of her interests.

"Uh-  would you like something to drink?" You haven't asked someone out before. Being new to this endeavour made you much more anxious.

"I… just got something to drink," she smiled, trying to ease the tension.

"Oh-"

"But, I would love to sit with you,"

 A grin grew where your upset expression currently was.

"Great!"

Michelle: any particular reason your hair is on fire?

Peter: puberty.

Michelle: ah, alright

Steve:[Tells them the mission plan]

Natasha: that's fun, ancient one

Sam: roger that, artifact

Bucky: of corpse

Steve:

Steve: Buck, not you too-

Stephen: Right now, I'm not sure if I want to kick you or push you off a bridge

Tony: Can I pick?

Karen: Peter, what you're wearing is interfering with you fight-

Peter: RESPECT THE DRIP, KAREN