Bartoned

Chapter 36

There were moments since you'd moved from the tower out to the compound that were so supremely domestic that it was easy to forget you were engaged to an Avenger and living on a private military installation. For example, Clint was in Nattie's room upstairs reading her a story to get her to sleep while you stacked the dishwasher and wiped down the kitchen benches. You could almost forget that you'd been flown into DC and helped evacuate people and treat them for minor injuries as Rhodey and a team of younger recruits had a battle with something that seemed to be made entirely of water. Or that when you'd finally got home late that day there had been music blaring which stopped immediately when you went inside and you found Clint, Kate, Kari, and Natasha with Nattie, all looking suspicious and slightly out of breath.

You went upstairs to check on them and saw Clint sitting beside the crib softly singing to her as she lay still with her eyes closed, holding his hand. "Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she's got the Mercedes bends. She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends. How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat, some dance to remember, some dance to forget."

You smiled as you watched him and he looked up at you, stopping the song. When Nattie didn't stir he gently worked his hand free and came over to you. "What are you doing, creeper?"

"Listening to you," you said, as he wrapped his arm around your waist and the two of you headed back downstairs. "You have a good voice, how come I haven't heard you sing before?"

"I'm also really good with a sword and you've never seen me wielding a katana," he countered.

"No, but I have seen the damage you did after you ran yourself through with one. So I'm thinking good is subjective," you teased.

He pulled you down onto the couch with him and nuzzled at your neck. "Lucky I don't have anything to prove to you, huh?" he teased.

"Mmm," you hummed, grabbing the TV remote and turning it on. "I don't want to buy a new couch because of a sword accident."

Clint took the remote out of your hand and put it aside as he guided you back on the couch, kissing your neck. "No TV, bonding time."

You giggled as you spread your legs letting him move between them. "Bonding? Is that what kids these days are calling it?"

"Yes. And I'm gonna bond with you so hard," he said as he lifted your shirt off over your head.

You ran your hands up under his shirt, tracing your fingers up his spine. "How come you always get super horny on the couch?"

"How come you're so determined to ruin the mood?" he asked as he nuzzled at your breasts.

"Is this ruining the mood?" you teased.

"A little bit," he replied.

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"Is it?"

Clint burst out laughing and got up, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder. "That's it. You're in big trouble," he said, spanking your ass and carrying you upstairs.

You squealed and laughed hard as he carried you into the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. "Now, trouble," he said as he unfastened your pants. "Head in the game."

You unfastened his belt and started to undo his fly. "What were you doing with the girls today?" You pulled out his cock and started to pump it slowly up and down.

Clint groaned and bunched his hands in your hair. "Fuck," he gasped. "Nothing. Just hanging out."

"With Kari too?" you asked.