Avengers Age Regression Oneshots

🍼🖤🕷️Lunchtime mission💭🦅💜

Clint stood in the kitchen, hands on his hips, as he surveyed the scene before him. Natasha, currently in her headspace at around four years old, was seated at the small table with a stubborn pout on her face. Her arms were crossed tightly, and she was doing her best to glare him into submission.

"Nat, you need to eat," Clint said patiently, holding up a plate with a neatly cut peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a side of carrot sticks.

Natasha shook her head, her fiery red hair bouncing with the motion. "Don't like it."

"You don't even know what it tastes like," Clint countered, his tone gentle but firm. "You haven't tried it yet."

She stuck out her tongue, leaning dramatically back in her chair. "Not hungry."

Clint raised an eyebrow, setting the plate on the table. "Oh, really? Because you were just saying you were starving five minutes ago."

"Changed my mind," Nat declared, the tiniest hint of a smirk betraying her attempt at a serious face.

Clint pinched the bridge of his nose but couldn't hide his fond smile. "Okay, how about this—if you take one bite, just one, I'll tell you about the time I fell out of a tree on a mission."

Nat's eyes lit up with curiosity, but she quickly masked it with a suspicious squint. "Really? You fell?"

"Oh, yeah," Clint said with a grin, leaning on the back of a chair. "It was a total disaster. I'll tell you all about it, but only if you take a bite."

Nat hesitated, her gaze flicking between Clint and the sandwich. Finally, with a huff, she picked up half of the sandwich and took the smallest possible nibble.

"See? Not so bad, right?" Clint encouraged, sitting down across from her.

Nat chewed slowly, her face a mix of defiance and reluctant acceptance. "It's okay," she admitted grudgingly.

"Good enough for me," Clint said, relaxing as she took another, slightly bigger bite. He started telling his story, complete with exaggerated gestures, and Nat was soon giggling around her sandwich.

By the time Clint got to the part where he landed in a mud puddle, Nat had finished her sandwich and even nibbled on a carrot stick or two. Clint leaned back with a satisfied smile, watching her playfully swing her legs under the table.

"Lunch mission accomplished," he said under his breath, feeling like he'd won this round—barely.

Nat looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling. "Do I get dessert now?" she asked sweetly, as if she hadn't just waged a lunchtime battle.

Clint laughed, ruffling her hair. "Nice try, kiddo. Maybe after you finish those carrots."

Nat groaned but picked up another stick, grinning despite herself. Lunchtime might be a struggle, but with Clint, it was always a little fun too.