#clxntonbartxn

Wanda woke up in her bed alone, reaching across the mattress for her husband and finding nothing but empty sheets. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed as quickly as she could whilst five months pregnant, throwing her slippers on and beginning out of the bedroom. After peeking in on their sons to check they were still sleeping, she began into the living room where she found her husband wide awake. “Hey, baby.” She told him, expecting Clint to react or respond as she turned on the kettle but getting nothing. Wanda turned to see why Clint hasn’t reacted and realised quickly, beginning over and tapping her other half on the shoulder. Once he was looking at her, she began to sign. ‘Hey baby, why are you up so early?’ She asked with a comforting smile.

oh, you *pokes*

Wanda had just finished giving Pietro a bath and dressing him for a walk when she looked out the window to check the weather. It was grey but warm and yet that wasn’t what she noticed. Wanda pulled the curtain over the window and turned around to the doorway. “Clint.” She called over as she held their 2-month-old to her chest and put him down on the changing table to button up his onesie. “Clint, I think there’s a guy in those bushes with a camera.” Being Avengers, the press was dying to get pictures of Wanda and Clint’s son and it seemed they were getting increasingly more  desperate. 

Awww thank you! Right back at you, my dear!

He pressed a lingering, sucking kiss over his pulse. “But technically this is a room.”