Meant For More¹ - (Male Reader x Kate Bishop)

Barton Christmas

Y/N was with Clint and the kids watching the Rogers musical, he hated it, then again he always hated stuff like this, big loud celebrations. The worst part, was that it kept reminding him and Clint of Natasha, Y/N's mother through adoption...

22 years earlier:

Natasha and Clint had been sent by SHIELD to take out an enemy facility, they were breezing through the guard forces, the two best friends working together to wipe the floor with hostile agents.

Natasha was putting SHIELD's best operatives to shame as she went through the waves of guards without a trouble. When they had eventually found the facility control room they were taking data from the computers when Natasha heard a baby crying from a nearby room, she stepped in carefully and saw a small crib in the middle of a cell, as she approached she saw a baby boy in the crib crying. Natasha immediately holstered her weapons and picked the boy up, smiling at him.

"Hey there little fella, look at you hey..."

"Nat we got the data let's go-- Is that...a baby?"

"Yeah, you of all people should know what one looks like." Nat joked as she comforted the crying child. "We're taking him with us-"

"What you gonna adopt him."

"What do you suggest we do, leave him here to either starve to death or be tortured by these guys when backup comes looking?"

"No just saying you seem to have taken a liking to the kid."

"Well, I just found it crying and now...I can't believe I'm saying this but I feel responsible. Like finding a stray dog on the street that has one eye or something. I feel sorry for him."

"M-mma."

"Well he appears to have taken one to me, besides, he's been through enough we can't put him through the system." Nat said calmly as Clint paused and nodded. On the jet back to SHIELD Clint was watching Natasha talk to the boy, it was like she immediately felt like it's mother. Clint was happy for Natasha, from what he knew about her she had been sterilized, to her this must have seemed like life throwing her a bone.

Present Day:

Y/N and Clint had phased out at the sight of someone pretending to be Natasha and song line for her made Y/N want to throw up.

"Black Widow's a knockout, who can knock you out..."

Y/N stood up and walked out, memories of Vormir flashed in his eyes, memories of watching his mother kill herself all for some stupid rock, and this is how she was remembered, how Tony was remembered. Most people including Clint didn't take it to heart but to Y/N, the Avengers especially Natasha were his actual family, not just in a sense of 'ooh we're like family'. His real family, Nat was his mother,Tony was his uncle, Bruce was his Dad, Clint was his godfather for crying out loud and everyone in there was now singing and dancing forgetting that two of the Avengers they were singing about were dead. He had always hated it when he had to go to places like the opera at first it was because of the noise but with this it brought back the memories and reminded him of everyone he'd lost. 

He was stood out in the snow catching some air after he had just visited the bathroom, noticing someone had written 'Thanos was right' on the toilet. That did nothing to help him, he was going to need a strong whisky when they went out for food. He looked across the street to see Natasha smiling at him before vanishing when he blinked. He gathered snow off a parked car's roof and used it to cool down his face as he heard Clint coming out.

"Wow." Clint said to himself in disbelief as Y/N let a small chuckle at his Uncle's reaction.

"Next Year can we just stick to the classics like Die Hard movie marathon." Y/N joked calmly as Clint smiled seeing a small remnant of snow on the boy's face.