marvel · avengers · clint barton · family · cabin · montana · domestic · safehouse · superheroes · slice of life
The Quinjet's engines wound down into a hollow silence, the ghost of Wanda's pain still clinging to the air. Clint didn't move from the co-pilot's seat, his jaw set, ignoring Tony's murmured offer to take over. It felt like years before the aircraft settled with a soft crunch in a wild, secluded field beside a weather-beaten farmhouse. He was the first out, boots sinking into the damp earth as he declared, voice rough, 'I'm home.' Laura appeared in the doorway like she'd been waiting, and she was in his arms in three steps, her kiss brief but deep. The Avengers watched, utterly still, from the ramp. Tony's whisper was audible in the quiet. 'She's an agent.' The moment shattered with the sound of small, racing feet. Two children exploded from the house and wrapped themselves around Clint's…