*If you thought the events in New York with Loki were bad, you haven't seen a thing! Just wait until Tony and Pepper settle down and have a son; Clint and Natasha shortly there after having a mini avenger of their own!*

Slightly AU with no real plot. Supposed to be a one-shot but I might be persuaded into making it longer :) Just a little fluffy piece because who doesn't want to see Mommy!Tasha and Daddy!Tony in the same fic haha

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Sun illuminated Central Park despite the bitter chill in the air. The trees were changing; leaving crunchy orange and yellow leafs everywhere. It didn't surprise Tony in the least that his son would deliberately go out of his way to step on leafs that looked extra crunchy. After all, they didn't say 'like father like son' for nothing. "Keep to the path, Ryland, you're gonna knock someone over." Tony called after his toddler, not bothering to slow his normal walking pace.

"Wait for me!" Ryland called, his red Converse sneakers slapping against the pavement as he rushed after his father. Catching up with Tony, the boy slipped his hand into his father's, looking up at him with a smile. "When we get to the playground, you know what I'm gonna do?" he asked, drawing Tony's full attention.

"I imagine you're going to get into a heap of trouble." Tony teased with a chuckle. It wasn't uncommon for the tiny Stark to leave a trail of destruction in his wake- especially when he was playing. Ryland had every toy imaginable at his disposal but that didn't stop him from climbing every tree in sight or turning a cardboard box into an imaginary space ship.

That was Ryland's newest obsession: space. He could spend hours reading about the stars and planets and everything otherworldly. Currently his dream was to be an astronaut but until that day came, he was content to use his imagination and Tony's technology. One night as a treat, Tony had JARVIS turn Ryland's bedroom into an intergalactic space station using a 4D hologram simulation. Suffice to say it was the best night of Ryland's life and he fell asleep smiling in the middle of a star-lit bedroom.

"No, Daddy, I'm gonna teach Anya how to climb trees." Ryland said as he walked with Tony.

Letting out a small chuckle, Tony regretfully informed his boy that Anya wouldn't be climbing any trees for at least a few years. When Ryland asked why not, Tony said, "Anya's still a baby, dude. She can't even walk yet. Let her learn a few other important things before you teach her how to climb a tree and give Tasha a heart attack." though Anya was already more cunning than any nine month old should ever be. Already on the brink of walking, Anya Barton already had everyone wrapped around her little pinky finger and she knew it.

Much like her father, Anya preferred to by high-up, meaning she wanted to be held more than anything. Sitting on Clint's shoulders was sometimes the only way to get her to stop fussing and screaming. And boy did she have a set of lungs. She'd scream until she got what she wanted or until someone made her laugh. She had a somewhat hysteric laugh, throwing her entire body into her giggle fits until she fell over. Ryland's favorite thing was to get Anya to laugh really hard, therefore making everyone around them laugh equally as hard.

Taking care of Ryland and Anya had become a group effort when Ryland was just a few months old and Tony had to take a one-month mission. Leaving Pepper with their young son was the last thing Tony wanted to do but he rested a little better knowing she wasn't alone at Stark towers. She had a whole agency helping her out as well as a few of earth's mightiest heroes. Figuring no one would want to hear their screaming baby all the time, Tony and Pepper originally moved out of the Avengers Tower when they learned they were pregnant. However commuting back and forth from their Manhattan apartment to the tower every day grew tiresome very quickly and so when Steve suggested they move back it was a no brainer. It proved to be the best move ever considering Tony could take missions without leaving Pepper all alone, and it also gave Ryland a chance to grow up surrounded by the make-shift Avenger/S.H.I.E.L.D. family he now officially belonged to.

Ryland was quite the surprise- unlike Anya. While working together, Bruce accidentally found the ultrasound amongst Tony's paperwork and all but squealed with delight. With the cat out of the bag, Pepper openly told the rest of the team, receiving shocked expression but sincere congratulations. Natasha, on the other hand, everyone knew would wind up pregnant sooner or later.

"You two go at it like rabbits." Tony once said, much to the couple's dismay. But it was undeniably true. They hadn't even bothered to make their relationship a secret cause what's the point when pretty much the entire tower could hear them every night. Everyone was incredibly grateful when Tony gave them a two month honeymoon in Maldives if only because they could get a peaceful nights rest. Coming home doe eyed and disgustingly in love was a given but the tenderness in Natasha's voice disappeared faster than anyone thought possible. Her pregnancy was rough.

God bless Clint for putting up with her those nine months because god knows everyone else wanted to strangle her. But then again she wanted to strangle every one else. She wasn't a happy camper the entire duration of her pregnancy, only getting slightly happier once Anya was born. Eventually she got used to the lack of sleep and constantly being pulled in eight million different directions and by now she was as well adjusted as an assassin-turned-mommy could be.

She always had a backpack of supplies with her and when Tony and Ryland made it to the playground; she was riffling through said bag in search of something for Anya. Tony motioned for Ryland to be quiet as thy approached Tasha slowly. Creeping up behind her, Tony reached over to grab Anya, hoping to freak out his friend and convince her she'd somehow lost her child.

"Touch that child and you'll be missing a limb before you even know it, Stark." Natasha threatened darkly, not looking up or stopping her motions as she continued to shuffle through the bag. Disappointed his horrible joke didn't work, Tony's shoulders slumped over and he moved around the bench to sit next to Natasha, shifting Anya into his lap.

"You're no fun," Tony quipped, making a face at Anya to make the child smile. Anya giggled, squirming in his arms as her laughter rocked her entire body. Ryland climbed up next to his dad, taking up barely an inch of the bench seeing as he wanted to sit as close to Anya as possible.

Ryland reached out a hand to tussle Anya's surprisingly long curly strawberry blond locks, saying hello to the child he'd seen just a few hours prior. "How are you?" he asked the baby but she just cooed in response. He acted as if it was a serious conversation though and he responded by saying, "That's nice. I like you're outfit today. You look spiffy." picking up on the old-fashioned language Steve always used.

For someone who usually only wore jeans and sweaters, Natasha always made sure Anya looked nice. Even though she was still just a baby she looked quite adorable in a colorful cheetah print dress, black leggings and hot pink Ugg boots. But then again Ryland also looked adorable in his dark jeans, grey plaid button up and white sweater vest.

"Can I go play on the jungle gym, Dad?" Ryland asked, looking up at his dad expectantly. Tony nodded and Ryland took off running for the play-set. Finally finding Anya's white velour jacket, Natasha heaved a sigh and took Anya back into her arms.

"Clint still away?" Tony asked even though he already knew the answer. He was well informed of the latest mission Barton took. It wasn't supposed to last more than two days but that was two weeks ago and he still hadn't made it back.

"I talked to him this morning and he says he'll only be another day max but I'm not getting my hopes up. I know how these things work, he'll be lucky to be home by the end of the month." She replied with a hint of bitter loneliness in her voice. Bouncing Anya on her knee, Natasha absently rubbed the back of her neck.

"Like I've said a million times before, if you ever want a break Pepper's more than willing to look after the little assassin." Tony offered, bopping Anya on the nose. Instead of giggling like he expected, Anya tried to look down at her nose, going cross-eyed and looking very serious as if he'd somehow offended her.

"Oh and you aren't willing?" Natasha teased, giving Tony a knowing look.

"Are you kidding me? I can barely keep my own kid alive let alone two of them." Tony replied in a joking manner, looking about the playground for Ryland. The boy was hanging upside down from the monkey bars laughing as he waved at his dad who returned the gesture with a smile.

"Face it, Stark, Anya's got you wrapped around her little finger just like she does everyone else." Natasha teased, lifting Anya into the air playfully. Tony just shrugged, not denying it. "Thanks again but I think I'll keep her around. Right now she's the only thing keeping me from going out to Bora freaking Bora and dragging Clint home."

"Daddy!" Ryland's voice cut in, screaming as he barreled towards the bench. "Dad the kids here aren't fun; come play with me!"

Natasha laughed at Ryland's choice of words but she stood up and joined the boys at the swing set. Sitting Anya in her lap, Natasha gently rocked back and forth on the swing, making sure to hold tight to the baby in her arms. She lightly whispered a Russian lullaby in her daughter's ear as they swung back and forth until Ryland called to her.

"Can Anya play in the sandbox with me?" he asked as he approached Natasha.

"How about you pick a different activity? Anya's been pretty found of putting things in her mouth lately and I really don't want to clean sand from her lips." Natasha said with a chuckle so Ryland decided he wanted to help Anya down the slide. So Nat stood at the bottom and Tony at the top. Placing Anya in Ryland's lap, Tony gave them a little push and they slid down together.

Anya's eyes were wide but not in fright. "You like that?" Natasha asked as the two children made it to the bottom of the slide. Anya paused a second, looking up at her mother with a curious gaze, but then she started to smile and soon enough she started to giggle and squirm around in Ryland's lap.

"Let's go again!" Ryland cheered, handing Anya back to Natasha. The same hand-off happened again (Natasha handing Anya to Tony who sat her in Ryland's lap) and this time when the two kids slid down, Anya was giggling the whole way. Natasha quickly grabbed her cell phone and took a video of their third time down the slide so she could send it to Clint.

She'd officially become that parent (the kind that constantly takes pictures and videos of their children doing things only they find adorable) but she didn't really care; mainly because she knew Clint would get a kick out of the video. There were few things in this world that made Clint happier than to see his little girl smiling and laughing. And besides, once she finally mustered up the ability to go back out on missions again, she'd have an entire hard drive filled with one of her two reasons to come home safely.

Sliding was pretty much all Ryland wanted to do for the rest of the afternoon, only taking a break for a quick snack before grabbing Anya and going down a few more times. Eventually Anya became a little queasy so they stopped but continued to play together. Natasha sometimes enjoyed playing with Ryland a little better than Anya because it was ten fold the interaction she got from her nine month old; and Tony sometimes preferred Anya's company to Ryland's because it was much less consuming. So they switched kids for a bit and Natasha ran around the jungle gym with Ryland while Tony sat on a nearby bench with Anya.

Around two o'clock in the afternoon Anya clocked out in Tony's arms, snoring lightly as she rested against his chest, the dull hum and cool metal of his arc reactor soothing her. That's also when the paparazzi showed up. Millionaire Tony Stark and his equally as famous son having a nice relaxing time at the park was sure to make the scumbag photographers a lot richer. Almost as soon as the cameras started flashing, Tony and Natasha booked it out of there. Gathering their things quicker than they thought possible, they scurried away from the park and the media's preying eye.

"Can we stop for pretzels, Daddy?" Ryland asked as they walked back towards the mansion, paparazzi following them but keeping somewhat of a distance. Ryland was walking between Natasha and Tony, Anya asleep in the stroller Natasha was pushing. Tony reached over and slipped the hood of Ryland's North Face jacket up over his head to conceal him just a little better because he knew Pepper would be angry if she saw Ryland's face on the cover of some scummy tabloid.

"Sure but we gotta get one for your mom too." Tony replied, giving in to his son's wishes without even putting up a fight. Tony was a pushover but that didn't bother him in the least. So they stopped at a pretzel stand and got four pretzels but quickly resumed their hurry back to the Avengers Tower. Normally a hotshot for the cameras, this time Tony just wanted to get home. He didn't appreciate his family being the subject of gossip and rumors. He tried his hardest to keep Ryland away from all that after the boy's first Stark convention.

Tony thought it'd be a good idea to bring Ryland to the convention when he was a year old to give him a taste of the amazing Iron Man world and all that his father had done for New York and for the country. He didn't bring Ryland on stage or have him on the floor too much but that didn't stop the kid from nearly screaming his head off the whole time. The cameras and the adoring fans scared the crap out of young Ryland and Tony swore to Pepper he'd never take Ryland to another show ever again. That was also the day Pepper made him promise to actively avoid paparazzi as well as to not make their son's face a logo for Stark Industries.

Eventually the group made it back to the mansion and away from the ever flashing cameras. "What could possibly be so interesting about three people walking around New York?" Natasha mumbled angrily as they entered the building from the back.

"Paparazzi follow you home?" Pepper asked, literally coming out of nowhere. Tony winced as he turned to his wife, ready to apologize as to not wind up in the dog house but Pepper seemed surprisingly blasé as she said, "I will never understand their interest in our family." as she took Ryland's jacket from him. The young boy was barely out of his jacket a minute before he took off running for the mansion elevator.

With the top three floors designated The Avengers HQ and the first few floors open to the public, the team occupied the middle levels but they rarely used their private living spaces for anything but sleeping. The tower was like a commune with one of the top floors dedicated as a group hangout area with a full kitchen, dinning room, living room and game room. If you were ever looking for any member of the team, heading to that area of the house would surly lead you to them. Captain especially hung out there the most. He'd adapted to "family living" quickly and thrived on being around his team; he even cooked dinner for everyone on a regular basis.

So that floor is where Natasha headed after stopping in her room to change her clothes. Anya was still fast asleep so Natasha walked her upstairs and laid her down on the couch between two pillows and headed into the kitchen.

"Whatcha making, Cap?" she asked as she entered the massive kitchen. Steve was at the stove stirring a pot of something delicious smelling. George Shearing was playing through the MP3 player Tony created and taught Steve to use but when the song was over it switched to Frank Sinatra and Natasha smiled. She'd go to her deathbed denying it, but she secretly loved Steve's taste in music. It was old-fashioned and conservative but it was also soothing and so much simpler than modern music. So when no one was around, Natasha would play a little Peggy Lee or Bing Crosby for Anya if just to introduce the tot to classic music.

"Just a little homemade soup. Where's Ace?" Steve replied, using his pet name for Anya, one that just about everyone else used as well. Natasha seemed to be the only one left who used her daughter's real name anymore.

"Sleeping on the couch. The Stark boys knocked her out good; she'll sleep for a while." Natasha said as she grabbed a tin of crackers from the cabinet and hoisted herself onto the counter next to the stove.

"I can make a separate pot of soup of Anya if you'd like." Cap offered with a smile. Natasha agreed with a smile because, let's be honest, she sucked as a cook. Clint was no better but at least he didn't burn literally everything. He couldn't make anything that needed cooking outside a microwave but Natasha couldn't even do that. She nearly exploded the toaster once and that was just about the end of her excursions in the kitchen. Unless another team member was willing to share their dinner, it was take out for the Barton family.

"What would we do without you, Cap?" Natasha teased as she nibbled a cracker with a smile. Steve just blushed though, never wanting to hear praise.

"We'd starve," Bruce commented as he entered the kitchen, some gadget in his hand. It had a Stark Industries label on it but the piece of technology was in shambles in the doctor's hand.

"You breaking Tony's things again?" Steve teased as Bruce laid the pieces on the counter and sat at the island, studying the little bits of technology. They were just wires and hunks of medal and plastic but they made sense to Bruce.

"I break things but I also fix them, that's how I learn." Bruce commented thoughtfully as he tried to piece together what was supposed to be a laptop.

"Oh boy am I gratefully you learned how to control the other guy before I came around." Steve mumbled but Bruce just chuckled.

All of a sudden Ryland came barreling into the kitchen running at full speed and knocking over a jar of flour as he yelled, "Thor is coming! Thor is coming! Thor-oops! Sorry, Steve."

Everyone chuckled but Natasha winced, waiting to hear if Anya would wake up. "Be more careful, Ryland! And be quite, Ace is trying to sleep." Tony commanded as he followed his boy into the kitchen. There was a beat of silence before the inevitable wailing scream came from the living room. Natasha sighed as she slid off the counter and trudge towards the sound.

"Sorry, Tasha." Ryland murmured, hanging his head. But Natasha just smiled and told him it was alright before heading out to sooth her screaming child. Ryland helped Steve clean up the flour before once again excitedly claming Thor would be coming back to earth.

"He's coming tomorrow! He's going to New Mexi-cho first then he's coming here to visit!" Ryland cheered, running around the kitchen island. Bruce laughed as he watched the child run off his immense amounts of energy. "I get to ask him about Asgard and space and everything! I bet he's been to so many cool places and planets. He's like…he's like a-a astronaut!"

"He's better than an astronaut, bud. He's kind of a god." Tony told his son, his eyes just following Ryland as he circled the island over and over and over until his sneaker caught on a tile and he crashed to the floor. The boy's shaggy brown hair bounced as he popped back up and he stated, "It's all good, I'm fine." his hands in the air.

"Well she's officially awake." Natasha mumbled as she returned to the kitchen with a wiggling Anya in her arms. "I'm gonna go try video chatting with Clint. Call us when that's ready please." She said, gesturing to the soup. Steve saluted, waving at Anya adorably.

Natasha climbed back into the elevator and headed down to her living space with Anya. Sitting on the floor by the couch, her laptop on the coffee table in front of them, Natasha set up a video call with Clint in Bora Bora. She waited impatiently for a few minutes before Clint finally answered the call. Relief flooded her system as Natasha got to see Clint again. He was sitting in a hotel room, an open window behind him with a pretty view of Bora Bora shinning in on him, making Natasha just slightly jealous. He'd clearly just woken up because his hair was a mess and he hadn't shaved yet but he was still so handsome in a dark purple shirt and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"There are my girls!" Clint cheered, smiling so wide. "How do you manage to call me every time I've just woken up? It's the best way to start my days." He asked but Natasha just smiled as she tried to situate Anya in her lap so Clint could better see her. "Why aren't you asleep yet, Little Bird?"

Anya instantly started to smile at the sight and sound of her father. She turned towards the computer, grasping at the screen where Clint's face was. "Ryland woke her up hollering about Thor coming home." Natasha said but there wasn't an ounce of acidity in her voice. She couldn't blame the toddler for his loudness- especially when he's the offspring of one Tony Stark.

"Awe man, Thor is coming? I wish I could be home for that. But listen, I'm coming home soon I swear. Even if I've gotta walk there, I'll be home by the end of the week." Clint said seriously.

"Spread those wings, Hawkeye." Natasha teased, making Clint laugh. Hearing her dad's chuckle, Anya giggled, continuing to grasp at the screen with frustration. "We went to the park today and found out Anya likes the slide best."

"Ehh I can fix that. I'll introduce you to the wonder that is the monkey bars soon enough kiddo. They were my favorite as a kid and I'm sure they'll be yours too." Clint told Anya, smiling as she sat back, staring at the screen in wonderment.

"Gee I wonder why those were your favorite?" Natasha asked rhetorically. "Ryland already wants to teach her how to climb trees. I swear to god once she starts walking and climbing we're gonna have to find a way to keep her on ground level. I already have a hard enough time keeping you down here with me I'm not chasing my kid up a bookcase or finding her in the air ducts."

Clint laughed because she complained so often that he was a spider. She might be the Black Widow but Clint could crawl into or up just about anything if it meant getting a higher view. "Just no walking till I get home! I am not missing that."

"I'm pretty sure she's gonna skip right passed that and go straight to..." Natasha was saying but was cut off when Anya slammed her hand against the screen.

"Dada!" she screamed, smacking the screen. Natasha chuckled as she pulled the child backwards as to not break the glass or get sticky fingerprints all over it. "Dada! Dada! Dada!"

"I'm here kiddo. I'll be home soon I promise." Clint replied but Anya just continued to struggle and scream his name over and over again. "God I can't wait to hold her again. Remind me why I took another mission?"

Natasha sighed heavily as she resituated Anya in her lap, trying to quiet her as the child continued to coo and say her father's name. "Just get home soon, Clint. We miss you."

"Dada!" Anya cooed right in time with Natasha. Clint heaved a sigh, running a hand down his face as he nodded.

"Yeah I'll do my best." He promised but in reality there was so little he could actually do. "I miss you guys too; so much you have no idea. I caught myself mumbling that damned Russian lullaby you always sing to her."

Natasha smiled, imagining Clint trying to sing the bittersweet song. There was a knock on Clint's end of the call and he disappeared for a minute and when he returned he looked even more exhausted and distraught than before. "Gotta go, call me before you two go to bed so I can say goodnight. Love you girls." Clint said regretfully.

"Say goodbye to Daddy." Natasha told Anya and so the baby called his name once more. Kissing his fingers, Clint held his hand to the camera so Natasha could do the same with Anya's little fingers. When the call disconnected, Natasha leaned back against the couch closing her eyes.

"Dada!" Anya asked, hitting the screen a few times before turning and hitting Natasha.

"Daddy isn't there anymore baby girl. He had to go away but he'll be home soon, I promise." She told her daughter, hugging her close as she struggled to come to terms with her situation. Not only was she a semi-retired agent and a mother, but she was also an over attached wife. She just wanted Clint home because being a single parent for the last few weeks was a nightmare and she missed him. She didn't want him missing out on any of Anya's milestones and, to be honest, she was tired of sleeping in their massive bed alone.

She wasn't used to this level of loneliness anymore. There once was a time when going to bed alone and doing just about everything alone was normal and wanted. But since she developed the weird relationship she had with Clint she longed for his company at all times. There were exceptions and occasionally she couldn't get far enough away from him for a day or two but in that moment, staring at a disconnected video signal, all she wanted was for Clint to be home.

"Dada!" Anya cooed again, this time a hint of sadness in the baby's voice as she curled into Natasha's arms. Natasha's heartbeat calmed the child enough for her to fall back asleep but Natasha couldn't do the same. Instead she just stared at the ceiling and wondered how her life had ended up here.