Notes: I'm super happy to see them all snuggly too! Sorry about the long delay in posting. I had a personal tragedy that I'm still struggling to get past, and it hasn't been that great for writing. But I'm trying to get back to normal.

This is the last chapter of this volume of the tinyClint universe, but look for the next one soon (next week probably). It'll be called "The Other Tiny Hawkeye" so... place your bets what it's gonna be about ;)

Chapter 15: That's My Dad

Clint was tickled when he woke up to see that there was plenty of snow on the ground the morning of his birthday. Fresh snow, too — which was the perfect kind for playing.

He already knew that there would be pancakes for breakfast, because his mom always made sure that he got his favorite breakfast on his birthday, but he stayed in the bed with Arrow for a little while longer all the same, grinning to himself. He was nine years old now. And that meant he was that much closer to Steve and Scott letting him be a superhero.

He had actually already told Barney that, seeing as Barney would be thirteen next summer, Barney could probably be a hero real soon, but Barney didn't seem to be as interested as Clint was.

Clint figured that was probably because he liked being in the circus so much, but he also figured if Kitty asked Barney if he was thinking about joining the team, then Barney would join in a second flat.

Barney was weird that way.

Finally, Clint got out of bed and headed downstairs, following the amazing smell of breakfast to where K was already several pancakes into the batch. Barney was awake, too, and he'd just spread some raspberry jam on his.

"Morning," Clint called out.

K turned his way with a smile. "Happy birthday, Clint," she said, waving him over so he could get a plate full of pancakes. "Blackberries or raspberries?"

"Um, both is good."

She smirked. "Both is always good."

Clint nodded and climbed up into his seat, smiling when Logan came in from outside to shake off his boots and hang up his coat. "Hey, Mom made breakfast."

"Did she now?" Logan asked with a smirk as he slipped over to steal a kiss from K.

Clint grinned at that, happily munching on his breakfast and looking out over his family. This… was just about as perfect as he could ask for it to be.

Once they were done with breakfast, Barney and Clint ducked outside to do a little exploring and playing — though Clint had to admit that now that they'd been there for a couple weeks, Clint kind of wanted to head back.

But not until after his birthday.

It wasn't that he didn't want to spend all this time with his family, either. He really liked having K and Logan and Barney all to himself. He really liked getting away from Jan and Jean and how weird they were about weddings and stuff.

But he also missed all his friends. He missed Jubilee and Rachel and even Kitty — even if Barney was super weird around her. And he missed swordfighting with Kurt and playing with Thor and playing pranks on all the Avengers and X-Men with his mom and finding new stuff to read with Storm.

That was his family. His whole family.

Clint flopped back in the newly-fallen snow to make another snow angel and then stayed there for a little bit, grinning up at the sky. He wasn't even going to move, except Barney came and sat down beside him.

"That looks painful," Barney said.

Clint scrunched up his nose. "What are you talking about?"

"Thinking," Barney said. "You look like you're gonna hurt yourself."

"Hey!" Clint sat up fast and socked his big brother in the shoulder.

Barney grinned and danced out of the way of another hit. "Not my fault you're slow."

"Am not!"

"Then why can't you hit me?"

Clint let out a shout before he dove at Barney, tackling him into the snow. And just like that, the two of them were locked in a wrestling match, trying to shove snow down each other's shirts and jackets. Clint had better training from not only Logan and K but lots of other heroes… but Barney was bigger and had a few tricks from acrobats and Miranda that Clint just didn't know.

"You totally have to show me that move," Clint said when Barney managed to dodge one of Clint's moves and more or less leaned back far enough to grab Clint's ankle and topple him into the snow all over again.

"Only if you show me that flip you did," Barney said, grinning as the two of them got to their feet.

"Deal," Clint agreed.

Of course, by that point, both of the boys were starting to shiver a little. The snow had gotten into their clothes and boots from all the wrestling and shoving it in each other's face and down each other's backs, and there was enough of a cold wind that being that wet and cold and outside probably wasn't a good idea. So, they headed back to the cabin, still throwing little jabs at each other.

Clint somehow wasn't surprised to see that Logan and K were wrapped up in a long kiss when he and his brother got back. They were married now, so it wasn't like it was a secret that they were kissing all the time. But still, Clint felt like he couldn't let it slide, if for no other reason than that he knew his mom liked to tease just as much as he did.

"Ewww, I told you I don't want a Frances!" he called out.

K chuckled when she heard it and turned his way. "Is that the only stipulation?" she asked with a teasing smile.

Barney was shaking his head. "Yeah, no, you should definitely not saddle anyone else in our family with weird names. You're supposed to be the good parents."

K laughed and got up, just to ruffle Barney's hair as she passed him. "Don't worry," she said. "It's just a joke. We have no plans to do anything like that."

"Okay, good, because that would be cruel," Barney said seriously.

K laughed again and then waved the boys over. "Logan made venison stew while you were out. This should warm you up."

"I love when Dad cooks!" Clint said, grinning as he quickly shed his wet coat and boots and rushed over.

K simply smiled at that — and looked over Clint's head to where Logan was watching the whole thing with a perfectly relaxed expression. He wasn't going to point out what Clint had said; he didn't want Clint to feel like he had to call him 'dad', and he definitely didn't want the kid to feel self-conscious about it.

But K had caught it, and she knew Logan had too. And she knew it was a big deal, especially because Clint hadn't even thought before he said it.

But that was also exactly why they weren't going to say anything. They didn't want to point it out to him and spook him.

The steam was still rising from the pot of stew in the kitchen, and the boys helped themselves to second helpings, animatedly telling Logan and K all about their plans for the next semester and how they were going to keep practicing with each other — "So Clint can get good enough to join the team," according to Barney.

K and Logan simply listened to the boys the whole time, nodding their encouragement even as the boys got carried away, already planning out who they were going to fight and how Clint was going to be the best of all the heroes when he grew up.

"And Barney will run the circus, and everyone will come from miles around to see it," Clint said. "And he'll totally get married to Ana."

"Shut up, Clint!" Barney said, turning bright red and matching his hair.

"You wanna get married to Kitty instead?" Clint teased.

"How come I'm the one that's gotta get married off so fast?" Barney complained.

"Um, because you're the one that's always tryna flirt with girls, duh," Clint said. "You don't see me losing my mind just because there's a pretty girl!"

"Not yet, anyway," Logan muttered low to K, who smirked and shook her head at him.

The boys argued for a little while longer over what it was they were going to do until K brought out the cake, along with a few presents from not only the little family but from the various heroes that had completely fallen in love with Clint.

A lot of it was about what you'd expect for a tiny little Hawkeye. Plenty of purple clothes, including some purple, super fluffy earmuffs from Jan — and, to Clint's surprise and delight, some new hearing aids, complete with purple arrow decorations, from Tony.

But when he opened up the little box from Logan and saw the pocket knife inside, his eyebrows shot up, and he turned on his heel to look at Logan. "Is this… is this like that knife I had before? The one you gave me for big and mean emergencies?"

Logan nodded. "Thought you'd like another one, seeing as you used the last one so well."

Clint stared at Logan for a second, then glanced back at the box in his hands. He slowly set it down… and then positively launched himself at Logan for a hug.

Logan caught Clint and then returned the hug tightly. "Hey, happy birthday, kiddo."

Clint held on tight. "I love you a lot," he said quietly. "I'm real glad you're my family now, okay?"

"Yeah, me too."

Clint grinned and then finally let go of Logan, taking a step back before he nodded to himself. "Okay. So. Cake, right?"

K smirked at him and ruffled his hair. "That's the plan."