Avengers Imagines

Your First Week With Your Newborn - Chapter 18

(Y/b/n) = Your Baby Name

Clint

Your daughter was the definition of spoilt. She had all the clothes she could ever want, all the food she could ever need. But she was always missing Clint.

He was gone on a mission with Natasha and she had promised to keep him safe for you. You were placing your daughter down on her cot when the front door of the house opened with a small click.

You walked downstairs and saw your husband, looking battered and bruised before you. Running you threw yourself at him and he spun you around and laughed in joy.

"Where's (y/b/n)?" He asked and you kissed his cheek and tugged him upstairs, "in the nursery."

He walked into the room and straight over to your daughter, bow and arrows on his back and all.

"Hey, sweetie. Daddy's home now."

You thought you heard a small rustling come from inside the cot and you frowned and Clint slowly eased away from the cot.

"I woke her up..."

Tony

Tony Stark was the most cautious father you had ever seen in your life. He wouldn't let your son go anywhere near his lab in fear that he would get hurt in there. But what you did notice was that tony hardly ever ignored his son.

It was early in the morning and Tony was sleeping soundly next to you when a little cry erupted from the room. You were expecting this little cry for an hour now, it was his feeding time and you knew he would be hungry.

You gently padded over towards your son's cot and pulled him up. You placed the bottle against his lips and he opened to suck on the teet of the bottle.

You felt tony wrap his arms around your waist from behind you and he placed a chin on your shoulder. He kissed your neck softly and you ignored him and continued to feed (y/b/n).

"Why don't you go back to sleep, and I'll feed him?" Tony suggested and you pouted. You gave the bottle to tony and placed your son into his arms.

You placed a kiss on his lips and fell back into bed, snuggling into the plush blankets tony had.

Steve

Steve was the most protective person you had ever met and was especially protective towards your daughter. She had blonde hair and (y/e/c) which you found quite an interesting mix.

You worked in shield and 4 days after (y/b/n) was born you decided to talk her in to see Natasha and Clint. Maybe Steve. You entered the secret passageway of the shield base and walked towards the boardroom where you would most likely find Nick Fury, and he could give you direction on where to find them all.

You entered the room with a small cradle in your arms and instead of 2 avengers, you got the whole lot. You quietly entered the room and Nick looked up from his position at the table to grin at the bundle in the cradle.

"Hello, Agent Rogers." He greeted and the heads snapped towards you. Then the baby.

"Oh my god, give me a look," Natasha demanded and pushed Clint to the floor in order to get to (y/b/n). "Oh, she's adorable. The shirt!"

The shirt said 'my dad's captain America' and it was the cutest shirt pepper decided to get you to a baby shower.

"You did well capsicle." Tony spoke and grinned at Steve from across the table.

Steve was seated on the left-hand side of fury and gave you a small wink which you blushed at. He got to his feet and you took notice of his uniform, every feature and the way it defined his butt.