3 and a half months later...
Clint's POV
It is 4:00 am and we just got Y/n to sleep,by we let's get it straight I mean me the rest of the avengers were sprawled out in the living room as Clint put you in your crib and fell asleep in the rocking right next to the crib.
Narrator's POV
You were staring at Clint he was sleeping but you wanted food as you usually did in the middle of the night instead of the day like a regular baby your age and you still looked smaller than a baby your age should be. You looked at Clint sleeping and you wanted to get his attention so you began to cry,but when that didn't work you had no choice,but to degrade yourself and his name instead of something cool like your address,or repeat a line from Shakespeare. Sadly your first word was ...
"CLINT!" you yelled.
The extremely tired man just sprung up and stared at you in aw , you said his name, not Tony, not Steve,his and that made him so happy he picked you up and brought you to the rest of the avengers and told you to say his name again.
"CLINT"You said making all the avengers stare at you in all.
"Say my name " Nat said coming really close to your face.
"Nat"
"Now say our names the rest of the avengers say"
"Bruce,Sam,Steve,and poo poo face I wean Tony" you say innocently.
"This why I don't like kids"
"Good job Y/n"Steve says petting the baby's head lightly
"Clint...ahhhhhhhhh"Y/n yelled and started to go to sleep.
That night the avengers only slept 1 hour that night,not including Clint you kept him up all night.
