𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 - 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

004

ANNABETH HUMMED a soft tune to herself as she sat on the porch swing on the Barton's home residence. It had been a week since Clint had shown up, not giving her any explanation other than that Fury was injured and S.H.I.E.L.D. was compromised and he had to keep her safe.

At first she didn't believe him and had thrown insults in his face, but when Maria called her telling her to get her ass in Clint's car and listen to him, she decided that maybe it wasn't a lie and that she should listen.

She learnt that Clint had a wife and three children; Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel. However she did not use their given names, instead she called them: thing weird, thing stupid and thing dumb.

The kids seemed to love it, and they loved her.

Laura, Clint's wife, also seemed to take a liking to Annabeth as well as a motherly role over her, despite the fact that Annabeth was thirty-one.

"Anna," Laura called, her voice drifting through the screen door. Annabeth stood, padding her way back into the house and walking into the kitchen where Laura was intensely making pasta.

"Do you mind chopping the veggies for me," Laura questioned, turning to look at the blonde as she walked in.

Annabeth chewed on her bottom lip, eyebrow quirked as she looked at Laura. "You want me to cook," she asked incredulously and Laura just chuckled softly, knowing the blonde's reputation in the kitchen.

It was the first night that Annabeth had joined the Barton family and Laura had requested some help in the kitchen with making mac-n-cheese. Despite Annabeth's warnings of how bad of a cook she was, Laura had insisted on her help, only to find out that Annabeth's warnings should have been heeded.

It was safe to say that they had a microwave pizza instead that night because Annabeth had somehow managed to burn the mac-n-cheese.

"Yes," Laura responded, handing the blonde a knife which she stared at, her mouth slightly agape. "Just chop the tomatoes for me and throw them in the bowl, that's all you have to do. No stoves or pasta, just chopping veggies."

"Right," Annabeth said, trailing off slightly as she made her way over to the cutting board where at least ten large tomatoes lay, awaiting her cutting expertise.

"How hard could it be," she muttered to herself, picking the first tomato up and putting it on the cutting board.

It was safe to say that it was extremely hard.

Somehow, tomato seeds had ended up in Annabeth's hair, on the floor and on the walls.

"You are so bad at cooking," Lila said from the doorway of the kitchen, causing the blonde to turn and glare at her, tomato seeds sliding down her face.

"You know what, thing stupid, I don't see you trying to cut these."

Lila rolled her eyes, walking over and taking the knife from Annabeth, grabbing one of the few remaining tomatoes and chopping it up easily, only earning a glare from Annabeth.

Laura was laughing from the corner, trying to stifle it as Annabeth moved her glare onto her. Of course, to further her humiliation, Clint walked in at that moment, eyes widening as he took in the tomato all over Annabeth and his kitchen. He went to say something, but Annabeth beat him to it.

"If you say a word, Clitoris, I will slice and dice you with this knife." Grabbing the knife back from Lila, she held it up threateningly at him, blue eyes glaring fiercely as he tried to hold back his laugh.

"Like you sliced and diced those tomatoes," he asked, only causing a round of laughter to bubble up from both Laura, Lila and himself.

"I hate you all," Annabeth grumbled, putting the knife down on the cutting board and stalking out of the room, mumbling a 'I'm gonna shower,' as she made her way up the stairs of the Barton house.