Avengers Age Regression Oneshots

Ice-cream

Nick Fury wasn't exactly known for being soft, but when it came to his two little spies, Nat and Clint, he was all about making sure they got the small moments they needed. Today, he decided to take them out for ice cream—after a long week of missions, debriefs, and the general chaos that came with being in SHIELD, they both deserved a treat.

With Clint and Nat on either side, Nick held their hands as they strolled down the street, ignoring the odd glances people gave them. Clint, all wide-eyed and curious, was practically bouncing with excitement, while Nat, her usual calm self, held his hand with a quiet determination, though her other hand tugged at his coat every few steps to make sure he was still there.

As they approached the ice cream parlor, Nick looked down at his little spies and raised an eyebrow. "Alright, so what'll it be?"

Clint's eyes went wide, looking at the menu, overwhelmed by the choices. "Can I... can I get three scoops, Papa?" he asked, pulling at Nick's sleeve as he stood on his tiptoes to see the ice cream flavors better. "Oh! And sprinkles?"

Nick gave him a small smirk. "You can have sprinkles, but two scoops are plenty, Hawk," he said, ruffling Clint's hair as Clint playfully pouted.

Nat, ever the quiet planner, peered up at Nick with a small, hesitant smile. "Can... can I have chocolate chip? With maybe some caramel drizzle?" She was careful to ask politely, her eyes flicking between Nick and the ice cream counter.

"Of course, Nat," Nick said, his usual gruffness softened as he gave her a reassuring nod. "Chocolate chip with caramel it is."

After placing the orders, they found a spot by the window, where Clint eagerly dug into his ice cream with sprinkles, giving little happy sighs with each bite. Nat, meanwhile, savored hers, taking small, delicate licks and giving Clint an amused look as he chattered excitedly between bites.

"Papa, did you know that ice cream was invented because someone thought they could freeze milk and add flavors?" Clint said, in full 'fun-fact' mode, barely pausing as he ate.

Nick chuckled. "Is that so? You'll have to tell me all about it, Hawk. But not if you're gonna wear half that cone on your face." He reached over, swiping a napkin over Clint's cheek, much to the little archer's playful protests.

Nat, watching her "brother" chatter on, leaned into Nick's side, finally letting herself relax. The afternoon sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on the little family as they enjoyed their ice cream in peace.

Nick watched them, his usually stoic expression softening as he listened to Clint's endless facts and noticed Nat's small smiles. In moments like these, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the little spies who brought a bit of warmth and mischief into his life.