❨𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑵 . . . 𝑏𝘰𝘰𝑘 𝑖 ❩ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ━━━ 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 / ❛ everywhere she goes, 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙚 and we 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧 for it ❜
━━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘༄⋅° 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁 !
𝙲 𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 𝚃 ' 𝚂 𝙱 𝙰 𝚁 𝙽 ❨𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 ❩
THEYHAD FOUGHT the battle in Wakanda, fought the twins, and Hulk ― because of the witch's mind tricks, Banner flipped out and Tony had to take out the Hulk Buster suit (that had been floating in space) ― and now they were in the Quinjet, going somewhere that only Clint seemed to know where it was. Bruce was sweating buckets, wrapping the blanket tighter around him, Diana was reading the copy of 'The Iliad' she always kept hidden, and the rest were milling around, tired from battle. "The news is loving you guys," Agent Hill said through the radio, Thor popping his knuckles as he stopped reading over Diana's shoulder. "Nobody else is. There's been no official call for Banner's arrest, but it's in the air." Diana rubs Bruce's shoulder soothingly, smiling a petite smile at him when he looks up at her. "It's going to be alright," she whispers to him. He gives her a grin in return, nodding.
"The Stark Relief Foundation?"
"Already on the scene. How's the team?"
"Everyone's. . . We took a hit, we'll shake it off."
"Well, for now, I'd stay in stealth mode and stay away from here," Hill replies, Tony eyeing the video on the small screen in front of him. Maria's face shows that she was sighing.
"So, run and hide?"
"Until we find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer," she shakes her head, everyone else's dropping. Tony sighs, looking around the plane, "Neither do we." The video shuts off and Tony walks to Clint, who's flying the plane, and sighs audibly. "Hey, you wanna switch out?"
"No, I'm good," Clint shook his head. "If you wanna get some kip, now's a good time because we're still a few hours out." Tony becomes both intrigued and confused; what was Clint talking about? He wanted to know, Diana's ears picking up their conversation from her seat. "Few hours from where?"
"A safehouse."
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THE QUINJET SWIFTLY lands on a green pasture, blue flames emitting from the bottom as Thor shook Diana awake softly. She had spent most of her time looking after all of them, pressing her hands to their foreheads to make sure they hadn't had any signs of a fever or sickness, wrapping them in emergency blankets they kept in the cabinets and putting their weapons away in their compartments. They all walked through the field, a large house in front of them, white and looming over them. An old truck and a rusted shed stood at their right, Clint holding up Natasha. Homemade fences lined the home. "What is this place?" Thor broke the silence.
"A safehouse," Tony answers, all of them walking up the porch steps, still wearing their armor. Minus Tony; he wore regular jeans and T-shirt.
"Let's hope," Clint opens the door, the wooden frame squeaking softly. "Honey?" Clint calls out as soon as he gets into the living room. The area was nice, homey. Lamps lit up the room, though sunlight passed through the windows, a few toys were scattered along the floor, but the team took no notice of this; they just knew that they had a place to stay for a bit. "I'm home." A pregnant woman waddles into the room, carrying an orange folder with a few markers sitting on top, brown hair and eyes staring back at them, wide. "Hi," she smiles at Clint. "Company, sorry I didn't call ahead." Tony's eyes widen; Clint had a pregnant wife. She kissed him, Tony quickly saying, "This is an agent of some kind."
"Gentlemen, this is Laura," Clint introduces her.
"I know all your names," she gives out a short chuckle. Her gaze falls onto Diana's tall figure, how the woman never seemed to let her guard down, but she understood; it was what years of war did to a person. Thundering footsteps are heard, all of them turning towards it, "Oh, incoming."
Two little kids, one girl and her older brother run out, hugging Clint tightly as the little girl says, "Dad!" Clint picks her up and gives his son a one-armed hug, asking them how they were doing as he gave them both a kiss on their heads. "These are smaller agents," Tony says, making Diana hit him in the chest with her palm. "Did you bring Auntie Nat?" The daughter asks. Clint gasps as Natasha's head perks up, "Why don't you hug her and find out?" They walk to each other, Natasha catching her in her arms, lifting her onto her hip and squeezing her tightly.
"Sorry for barging in on you."
"Yeah, we would've called ahead but we were busy having no idea you existed."
"Yeah, well, Fury helped me set this up when I joined," Clint was holding his son and wife close to him. "He kept it off SHIELD's files. I'd like to keep it that way. I figured it's a good place to lay low." Thor moves and a crunching sound below him respond to his footstep, him looking down to see a few weird toys that had been dismantled, pushing it under the couch. "How's little Natasha, hm?" Natasha crouches to go face-to-face with Laura's bulging belly.
"She's Nathaniel," Laura whispers back, Natasha's gaze turning downwards.
