Barton Junior

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Y/N Barton is the oldest child in the Barton family. He loves his family and the Avengers. He always wanted to be one but his father never let him. 

One day at the Barton household takes a dark turn when Y/N is outside alone getting fire wood. He swings the axe into the wood, his muscles flexing as he does. 

The moon shines in the night illuminating his figure but also another figure he is unaware of. The figure creeps closer to him putting a bag over his head after he dropped the axe, throwing him into a car that rolls up screeching. 

Clint and Laura run outside as the car drives off down the road disappearing from view. Clint comforts his wife tearing up, the one thing he had tried so hard to stop from happening, happened right under his nose. 

After a few hours Y/N awakes in a cell, his eyes fluttering open. He sits up seeing the guys who put him in walking away.

"Hey! Let me out of here!"

He bangs on the bars pulling at them trying to pull them off.

"My dad is an Avenger! He'll kick your ass!"

He keeps pulling the bars as the two men turn around to look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Grrrr!"

He bares his teeth trying to look terrifying as they turn their backs walking away. He hears a female giggle to his right so he looks in that direction noticing a brunette sitting on her bed.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Yes."

Her thick Sokovian accent makes his eyes widen as she laughs at him again.

"Stop laughing at me!"

She tries to contain her laughter as he sits on the ground pouting with his arms crossed. A bang from the cell beside him makes him scream as he jumps back to the female clinging to her making her laugh more.

"Get your hands off my sister!"

"What you gonna do silver?"

He speeds around as Y/N runs to the bars pulling at them again.

"Help! I'm too handsome to die!"

"Shut it Barton."

"Shut it Barton," he mimics.

He walks back over to the girl sitting beside her before laying on the bed. 

"So what's your name?"

"Wanda and that's my twin brother Pietro. You?"

"Y/N."

She lays beside him looking into his eyes before he closes them falling asleep. During the night the twins are woken up by Y/N's screams. 

They look around noticing he isn't in the cell anymore as his screams become more muffled. Wanda looks worriedly through the bars.

"Do you think he's okay Pietro?"

"I don't know sis...."

After an hour of listening to his screams, they see him being dragged back before throwing him into the cell with Wanda. 

She rushes over to him kneeling beside him, she notices the bruises on him as a red energy flows around him, similar to her powers. 

"Y/N?"

His eyes flutter open after a few minutes of her tapping his cheek. He smiles at her as she looks him worriedly.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm magic."

He shows her his new powers as she looks at him smiling before showing hers.

"Looks like we are destined to rule everything together."

She chuckles at him as they both get into the bed snuggling together as the cold Sokovian air blows in through the windows. 


After the Avengers defeated Ultron with Y/N having a conflict of whether to go with his father or stay with Wanda, ultimately choosing his girlfriend they join the team. 

They are currently on their break visiting Y/N's parents and siblings at the farm. He opens the door, Clint walking away from him making him sigh.

"He's just being a baby because you picked your girlfriend."

Laura walks over hugging her son which he returns before she hugs Wanda which she returns. Y/N sits at the picnic table with his mom and baby Nate as Wanda is playing with Cooper and Lila. 

He gets up walking to his girlfriend with a smile on his face. He slides his hand into hers as she turns to look at him with a smile leaning up to kiss him softly. 

"You're going to be an amazing mom to our kids one day."

"Our kids, I like that."

He laughs pulling her into him before he runs off after Cooper picking him up and lifting him above his head making him laugh. 

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