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Pancake Lessons (Uncle!Clint x Reader)

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is August 15, 2020. This is the first time I have ever wrote for Clint, so hang in there with me. I finished my first week of school yesterday. I may or may not commit arson. So yeah. If you like Marvel, Star Wars, or Stranger Things, be sure to check out my other works. I love you with all my person. Enjoy!

Clint x readerClint teaching them to make pancakes for her dad Tony.Fluff.All the feels.Plz.Thank you for your time.

this takes place after endgame, but nobody actually died in it, so tony is alive and well. and morgan... well youll see ;)

Y/n blinks, sun flowing from her windows.

"Good morning, Ms. Y/n. It is 8:00am on May 29th. The temperature is 70 degrees, although it should be beating up by 11:30," Jarvis says from the speakers.

"Thank you, Jarvis," she mumbles, mushing her head into the pillows.

"Miss?"

"Hm?"

"Why aren't you up?"

"Because I don't feel like it, Jarvis."

"But Miss-"

"Go away, Jarvis."

"As you wish."

His voice disappear  and Y/n pulls the blankets over her head, wishing to hide.

"Up. Now," a voice says from somewhere above Y/n.

She doesn't even have to look to know who it is. "A bit early to be in the vents, Uncle Clint."

"Shut up and get up," he responds.

"Why?"

"Because you don't want to test me."

She slams her covers down and glares at the outline of his face from the air vent in the ceiling. "You are simply a roosting bird. You don't scare me."

He looks at her quizzicaly. "Have you really forgotten what day it is?"

"May 29th," she responds. 

"And?"

"A day where people will be born and die?"

"My God, Y/n, it's Tony's birthday!"

She gasps and slams her hand over her mouth. "No! No, no, no, no, no!" She exclaims. Y/n runs around her room, frantically running in circles.

"Relax, kiddo. 'Roosting bird' has got this. Meet me in the kitchen."

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Y/n enters the kitchen and finds Clint leaning against the counter with an apron on that says "Kiss the Cook". 

"Um... what are you wearing?" She asks. 

"High-end fashion. Don't ask about it," he replies, turning away. "We are making your father some breakfast in bed. Pancakes are his favorite breakfast food so you, my dear, are going to whip up a batch."

Y/n groans but nods, throwing her own apron on. "You need Bisquik, sugar, baking powder, salt, milk, butter, an egg, and vegtable oil." As he ticks off the list, Y/n runs around the large kitchen, frantically grabbing ingrediants. 

"Wonderful. Now, I'll go ahead and preheat the oven, you go and get a medium bowl and a large skillet."

The beeping of the oven as well as the clattering of dishware causes Morgan, Y/n's little sister to wander in, rubbing her eyes.

"Sissy? What are you and Uncle Clint doing?"

She walks up to Y/n and grabs on to her leg. Y/n picks her up and whirls her around, causing Morgan to squeal.

"Sh! You have to be quiet. Today is Daddy's birthday, so we are making a surprise."

Morgan smiles and wanders out, leaving Clint and Y/n to it. "So you're like, what, 8? You can basically use a stove."

"I'm 15," Y/n grumbles.

"Are not."

"Are too."

"Are not."

"Are too!"

"Are not! If you were 15 you wouldn't be arguing like a child!"

"You are a 50 something year old man arguing with a teenager! You are the child!" 

Clint gasps. "I am not that old!"

"Yeah all right, old man."

"Steve is the old man."

"All right, mix the ingrediants, you smart-ass."

"Language," Y/n remarks in sing-song voice.

Mixing the dry ingrediants, she takes a pinch of flower between her fingers and calls Clint's name.

"Yeah?"

She throws the flour at him. He whirls around, absolutely appalled.

"You shouldn't have done that."

He takes a handful and throws it at her, covering her in a cloud of flour.

"Oh, it's on."

They continue to chuck flour at each other, and the kitchen is covered in the white powder.

Eventually, Y/n grabs the bowl and pours it over his head. He stands there, coughing out everything he inhaled. He takes the container and shakes it in her direction, effectively coating her and everything around her. 

"Shit," Morgan says from behind them. 

Y/n gasps. "Why would you say that?!" 

Morgan shrugs. "Daddy says it. And Mommy too, sometimes, when Daddy does something stupid."

"Yeah, well, Daddy does and says a lot of things. You shouldn't repeat that."

"I don't know, I'm kind of proud of her," Tony says, leaning against the doorway.

Y/n's head snaps over at him. "Dad!"

"Daddy!" Morgan cries out, flinging herself in his arms. He picks her up and peppers her face with kisses. 

"I, uh. Clint was going to teach me to make pancakes for your birthday, but we got kinda carried away."

Clint snorts. "Hm," Tony hums, strolling through the kitchen and up to the flour container.

Pinching some, he flicks it at Morgan. She gasps dramatically, then throws some at Tony. 

Glancing at Clint, Y/n smirks mischeviously. Catching her eye, he smirks back. Simultaneously, they grab a handful of flour from the floor and throw it at Tony and Morgan. 

"Jarvis, wake up the team. I think we are about to redo Civil War."

i legitimatley love this imagine so much but i also wanted to share this photo with you and point some ABSOLUTE CUTENESS out. she is wearing red and gold. iron man colors. look at her hand. she is holding his THUMB. WHOLESOMNESS AT ITS FINEST