#daddy!clint

(GIF not mine)

Summary: Being the Avengers little includes...

Pairing: og!cg!avengers x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, FLUFF

Original Little Kate ask

Oh definitely! Whenever Peter’s Daddies are out of town, they ask Clint to look after him. Clint always says yes, the laid back Daddy that he is. Although, it is mostly Kate who takes care of Peter then. She even helps him cut up his food at the dinner table, wiping his messy mouth and chin, helping him brush his teeth at night and tucking him in.

“I’m not really needed, am I?” Clint jokes.

“Silly, Daddy. You’re gonna tuck me in.” Kate says.

Pietro finally calls Nat 'mama'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Apparently my writing slump does not apply to these three ♡

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Natasha had been spending more time with Clint and Pietro lately, enough so that she was essentially part of their relationship. Pietro seemed to really like her no matter what headspace he was in, and Clint found it easy to fall back into their old habits. Natasha was sweet and tactile with those she trusted, so they often all piled together on a couch somewhere just to spend time together.

Pietro's favorite way to bond with both of them was being in their own unit (since Nat had moved in with him and Clint), Nat and Clint sitting next to each other on the couch, and himself sprawled out across them. He especially enjoyed it when he was feeling little, sunk down into a fuzzy, happy headspace where he didn't have to worry about anything because his partners would handle it all. And they were always so sweet about it, petting his hair and calling him cute names. It helped him regress even deeper than usual.

It didn't happen often, but sometimes Pietro got low enough that he wanted a pacifier. Clint had bought him a simple light blue one a while ago, and it rarely ever got used. But with Nat joining them, he found himself sinking deeper and using the pacifier more often.

They were all enjoying a lazy afternoon, Clint and Natasha next to each other in soft lounge clothes with Pietro curled up on both of them and a pacifier in his mouth. He was wrapped in his favorite blanket and held his hedgehog close, nuzzling against it as he watched whatever was on the television. It didn't really hold much interest for him but he was feeling lazy and sleepy so he didn't bother whining for it to be changed.

Natasha was slowly petting Pietro's hair and Clint had a hand on his side. All the tactile reassurance had Pietro feeling soft and safe, unafraid to completely relax as he practically melted into his partners.

"Aw, sweet baby," Natasha cooed down to him, gently scratching the base of his neck.

Pietro made a soft sound as he blushed, nosing into his hedgehog to hide his face. She laughed softly at the display of shyness, knowing it was just an act. 

"Don't hide, little prince. Let me see your cute face," she gently urged.

It took Pietro a moment to peek out again, eyes shining with affection as he looked up at her. Natasha smiled and gently stroked his cheek, which encouraged him to lift his head a little and nuzzle against her hand.

"There we go, good boy." Her voice was soft and full of praise and affection, two things which Pietro absolutely soaked up. 

Pietro settled down again after a moment of wiggling around. Both caregivers took it as him needing to expel some energy from the interaction since he had a tendency to get worked up easily. Neither thought much of it as they went back to petting their baby and watching their show.

Another half hour passed and the episode ended. Pietro was still shifting and wiggling every now and then and letting out small, soft sounds that were muffled by his pacifier. Clint rubbed at Pietro's back in attempt to get him to calm down, but that didn't seem to do anything.

"What's up, baby? Why are you all wiggly?" Clint asked, leaning forward to peek down at Pietro.

The young man just made an intelligible sound and squeezed his legs together as he wiggled his hips. He was never very good at talking when he felt little, and he went nearly nonverbal when he felt this young.

Clint glanced up to Natasha, but she seemed just as clueless about it. She gently brushed some wild hair out of Pieteo's face and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. 

"You're okay, sweet boy. You're safe with us," she said with a smile.

A heartbeat passed before Pietro nodded and went still again. He nosed into Natasha's belly, face pressed against her as his body relaxed across them.

The two thought they had succeeded in calming their boyfriend down, until a sudden turn in events.

Clint made a confused sound when his lap suddenly felt much warmer than before. That warmth turned into wetness and he glanced down, finally realizing why Pietro was so wiggly before.

The boy was having an accident, soaking himself, the couch, and Clint. Pietro blinked his eyes open again and peeked down before letting out a whine as he blushed dark, squeezing his legs together again and trying to wiggle away.

But Clint knew better after nearly a year in a relationship with him. He held Pietro close and Nat did the same, both of them keeping the distressed and wiggling boy in place. Even as Pietro whined and whimpered, neither of them let go.

It took a few minutes for Pietro to settle again and by then, his accident had ended. He tried to stop it but he was too deep to really have much bodily control at that point. His whole face was bright red and his eyes shined with tears, a few already sliding down his cheeks.

Neither caregiver hesitated for even a moment.

Natasha started cooing down to Pietro as she wiped his tears away, pressing kisses to his face and trying to reassure him that everything was okay. Clint gently eased himself away to clean up and change his pants before returning with towels and a new set of clothes for Pietro. The poor boy was still upset and crying as he clung tightly to Natasha and his his face against her.

"It's okay, we aren't upset. Accidents happen," Clint reassured him as he cleaned up the couch.

"Listen to papa, sweet boy. Everything is alright," Natasha continued, slowly stroking Pietro's hair.

"Mama.." Pietro murmured around his pacifier, clinging to Natasha like his life depended on it.

Clint paused and looked up, wondering if he really heard that correctly. Natasha looked surprised too before glancing over to Clint. Their moment of agreement on what Pietro said had her grinning as she ducked down again to nuzzle against her baby's soft hair.

"Mama's right here, baby. You're safe, everything is okay." Natasha kept up a continuous string of praise and reassurance to Pietro as Clint finished cleaning.

By the time the couch was cleaned, Pietro seemed to have calmed down again. He was willing to lay still as Clint changed him, lifting his hips when asked and only whining as he was wiped down rather than trying to wiggle away. The new clothes were even softer, likely pajama bottoms, but he didn't really care what they were. He was comfortable and warm and dry, and his partners weren't upset. 

Clint settled on the couch and gently shifted Pietro so he was laid across both of them again before leaning over to press his own kiss to the boy's head.

"Papa," Pietro mumbled with a smile around his pacifier, reaching out for Clint.

They held hands as Pietro leaned into Natasha, looking relaxed and happy once more. Clint felt soft and warm looking at his two partners and how well they fit together. He never would've expected to be with Nat again, but he was glad. Pietro got more love and attention this way and he seemed even more content than ever.

"You're a good boy, Tro. Papa loves you," Clint said as he gently squeezed Pietro's hand.

"Mama loves you too, little one," Natasha added before kissing Pietro's head again.

Pietro just hummed happily and closed his eyes. He was soft again, the accident apparently forgotten. Maybe they would talk about it later when he was in a normal headspace again, or maybe they would let it stay in the past. Either way, both caregivers were glad to have their baby settled down again.

"So, mama?" Clint asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha shrugged, but he could see her smile. She was still looking down at Pietro, affection and adoration clear in her eyes. Maybe even love too, like she said earlier. 

"If you don't mind." Natasha knew that Clint and Pietro had their own relationship before she joined, and she didn't want to cross any boundaries.

"Of course not. He deserves as much love as he can get." Clint reached over with his other arm and draped it across Natasha's shoulders to hold her close. 

There was a moment of hesitation before Natasha leaned into Clint, just as relaxed as Pietro. The boy was asleep by then, curled up happily on both of them and suckling on his pacifier every now and then. Natasha felt her heart swell with love for him as she rested her head on Clint's shoulder.

"I think I really do love him. Not just as his caregiver or mama, but as a partner," she said softly.

Clint kissed Natasha's head, a small show of physical affection that they were slowly getting used to sharing with each other again.

"I'm sure he'll be happy to know that when he wakes up again," Clint murmured against her hair.

Natasha hummed thoughtfully before the room lapsed into silence. Everyone was peaceful and settled, and there was a sleepy mood settled over them. Clint nodded off first, head back against the couch and still holding on to his partners.

Sleep rarely came easy to Natasha, but she was happy to stay awake and fully enjoy the moment. She had a real relationship again where she fit in properly and was loved by both her partners. It was a dream come true, even with the difficult moments. She couldn't wait to tell Pietro how she really felt.

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@jokesallaround

This is not football. But he’s american so thought I’d roll with it hahahaha

Hi, darling!🌸 This is definitely the place to share this🥰🥰

I think Little Kate would be very energetic and playful while Little. Clint is quite a relaxed Daddy, sitting back a lot and letting Kate explore and play to her heart’s content.

Little Peter is more careful, and littler in his headspace though. Kate picks up on this, and she becomes a very good big sister for Peter. She helps him down stairs, holds his hand while they walk and lets him play with the toys first.

clint was actually the one who brought up the idea of trying to induce lactation. nat was hesitant at first since she wasn't sure if pietro would like that or how to handle it during missions. but after more talking and research, she decides to give it a try.

pietro doesn't often want to latch on so she isn't entirely sure if/when it will begin. but finally one day, when everyone feels lazy and soft together, pietro crawls onto nat's lap to nuzzle into her chest. she gently shifts him over so she can take off her shirt and bra before he settles down again with a soft happy sound.

it all starts off as normal, pietro curled up under his favorite blanket and tucked to his mama's chest, suckling gently on a nipple. everything is the same as usual for a while until suddenly nat feels a new sensation and pietro makes a soft sound of surprise. she glances down as he pops off her nipple with a little stream of white fluid running down his chin.

"mama?" his voice is so soft and curious.

"go on, sweet boy. it's just for you," she coos down to him.

clint is seated right next to her, making sure pietro is comfortable and settled. he glances over at his papa for reassurance, and a smile and nod from clint have pietro turning back to his mama and nuzzling close again. he latches on and suckles happily, swallowing her milk with soft happy sounds as nat smiles and strokes his hair. her eyes are shining with tears, so happy that she can provide for her darling boy.

I'm so fkn soft for all these little!Pietro asks...

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Ever since Natasha had talked Pietro down from his tantrum, Clint had noticed them spending more time together. He appreciated that there was someone who could match the speedster's energy and sass, who could lend a hand when he felt too worn-out to keep up. Pietro had taken to Natasha surprisingly easily and trusted her almost as much as he trusted Clint and Wanda. There was something quite charming about it. 

Natasha took it in stride. She seemed quite happy anyway whenever she got to interact with Pietro, and always talked to Clint afterwards. Their conversations just further reminded him of the affections he held for her before, of how genuine and compassionate she could be about things she truly cared for. And it seemed that she really did care about Pietro.

It was cute to Clint how nervous Natasha was about it all. She wanted to make sure she was doing the right things with Pietro, making him happy no matter what headspace he was in. But she did have a particular interest in his littlespace. Clint took note of that, though he wasn't sure how to feel about it yet. Even with Nat, who he trusted with his life, he couldn't shake the decades of suspicion that came with being a spy.

Clint tried to always be around when Pietro felt little and wanted to play with Natasha. He was definitely coming out of his shell with her and after playing cars after his tantrum, he wanted to try out every toy with her.

One day, Pietro was still asleep when Clint decided to go to the gym. He pressed a gentle kiss to his boyfriend's head before sliding out of bed to get ready. After leaving a note on his pillow do Pietro wouldn't be confused, he headed downstairs to start his workout. 

With enhanced earbuds in, Clint could pass hours upon hours working out while he listened to music. He would get lost in it and only pause to take sips of water or switch to a new routine. Time didn't even exist when he really got into a groove, and he felt wonderfully tired by the time he finally stopped. 

Sitting down to unwrap his hands, Clint checked the clock and noticed that nearly five hours had passed. He only really intended to spend a max of three hours since he didn't like leaving Pietro alone just after waking up, but he was never very good at keeping track of time. So he used the gym showers to get the worst of his sweat washed away, scrubbing himself down quickly and efficiently.

Clint's hair was still damp and sticking up when he returned to his apartment. He set his bag down then froze when he heard voices down the hallway. Reaching for one of the knives he kept in his gym bag (just in case of emergencies, of course), he started creeping down the hallway.

The voices were coming from Pietro's playroom, which made his heart leap. Since he didn't put his hearing aids back in after the gym, he could only hear the faint rumble of speaking and couldn't make out any of the words. The door was open so he peeked in, and immediately relaxed.

Natasha and Pietro were sitting on the floor together with a pile of stuffed animals around them. Pietro's favorite hedgehog was on his lap and Nat had a fluffy bunny on hers. The other stuffed animals were set up very particularly and Clint couldn't help his smile as he realized what they were saying to each other.

"Bunny likes ice cream, but doesn't like snow. She likes grass, but not bugs," Pietro was explaining. He seemed to be introducing each stuffed animal one by one to Natasha.

That was a huge sign of trust. Clint's chest warmed as he watched and listened, Pietro happy to ramble about each plush toy that Natasha held. Sometimes she asked him questions about them just to prompt his curiosity, and her voice was always soft and encouraging. She had her own smile and seemed so relaxed. Apparently she trusted Pietro too.

"Papa!"

Clint grunted and stumbled back a few steps when he was suddenly slammed into and held in a tight hug. Pietro was clinging to him tightly as he grinned at him, eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Hey, little prince. You having fun with Nat?" Clint ruffled Pietro's hair, making him huff and try to fix it.

"Yeah, she's really nice. Come play with us!" Pietro's voice was high and eager, showing how safe he felt to allow himself a deeper regression.

In the playroom, Clint sat down and held a random stuffed animal on his lap too. It was a red fox with a big fluffy tail, one of Pietro's favorites. Without any prompting, Pietro went right back to his introductions. Clint and Natasha smiled at each other and there was a warmth in their gazes that hadn't been present for years.

Pietro worked through his whole plush toy collection before flopping over to lay across Clint's lap with his hedgehog still clutched close. Clint chuckled and gently rubbed Pietro's side as he leaned down to press another kiss to his head.

"Can Nat stay for dinner? Wanna keep playing," Pietro asked with such a sweet voice.

Clint glanced over to Nat with his eyebrow raised. He would allow it, if she wanted to stay.

"Sure, Tro. I'd love to keep playing," she answered with a gentle smile.

Pietro grinned and rolled off Clint's lap to cuddle up with her instead. He held up his hedgehog and pressed it to her cheek like a kiss before giggling. She laughed too and gave the toy a kiss in return, which made Pietro's eyes go wide as he blushed. He was always soft for affection when he felt little, and seeing someone be affectionate to his toys affected him quite strongly. 

"You're so nice," Pietro said softly, sounding a little shy. "Should stay."

Clint and Natasha looked at each other again, aware of the possibility hanging in the air. They would have to talk about it and definitely mention it to Pietro once he was feeling big again. But maybe, just maybe, they could make something work out.

Maybe they could all be together, and Pietro could have even more love.

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Also added to ao3 under Collection of Cuties!