Hawk's Girl (Clint Barton x Reader)

You were lying in bed. It was a hot summer’s night and a slight breeze would blow through the window. You wore a tank top and briefs with the blanket pushed off. Curled up next to you gripping your shirt tightly were little fingers.

She was in a deep sleep nestled beside you. You would rub her back occasionally and she would squirm closer to you. You could hear thunder and rain in the distance. You moved slowly off the bed. Your large German Shepard raised his head from off the bed watching you closely.

Clint had trained him well; he was like a personal guard dog. You waltzed over to the window and leaned out letting the wind hit you. You began to close it when you noticed something out on the street.

Your German shepherd was the first downstairs, making its way to the front door. It sat down patiently and before you could even open the door it swung open. Barton dropped his bags and quickly made his way to you. Holding you tightly he spun you around kissing you passionately.

“You’re late Mr. Barton.” You giggled lightly, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Work kept me late. Where is she?” He started making his way up stairs but you grabbed his hand.

“She’s asleep.” You could see his childish pout starting to form and you had to resist it.

You both crept back upstairs into bed without waking her. He was fast asleep and you smiled to yourself noticing the similarities they shared. The way they stirred in their sleep, how they breathed, even the way they would wrinkle their noses occasionally.

You couldn't wait to see her face tomorrow when she woke up and saw her daddy.