During the next three months, we fall into a routine: six hours of training five days a week, two days of relaxation, repeat. I love every second.
The Barton farm is absolute chaos. There are almost always chickens running around, along with two kids and a stray dog that turns up every now and then. His name is Barney, after Clint's dead older brother.
Pietro's wardrobe and the desks arrive and get painted. We settle in at the farm. Assorted Avengers come visit sometimes, and we get comfortable around all of them.
Vis and I grow closer. I'm not quiet sure what our relationship is. We're not officially dating yet, but we are definitely close to that point. Pietro doesn't know any of this. He'll freak out as soon as he finds out, so we decided to keep it a secret from everyone for as long as possible.
Laura just gets bigger, until Nathaniel Pietro Barton could turn up at any time. There aren't many things that make Pietro blush, but that did. Clint and Laura insisted that since he saved Clint's life, it was the least they could do to return the favour. They didn't listen to my brother's stammered protestations that they had taken us in and that that was enough.
It's a Saturday when Nate turns up. Lila and Cooper are at a friend's house. Clint is at the Avengers facility with Cap (and the car), doing who knows what. Pietro is on a run. It's just Laura and I at home watching TV, when she suddenly doubles up groaning.
"Laura!" I gasp, "Are you okay?"
"It's Nate," she heaves, "I think he's coming."
"I'll call 911," I say, because there is no way I can learn to drive the tractor in a few minutes.
I'm doing my best to keep calm. I've memorised what to do in this situation, and staying calm is essential.
I use my magic to bring the phone over and dial 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" the lady on the other end of the phone says.
Despite my calm appearance, I'm terrified, so I'm not thinking straight. As a result of this, I say, "My mom's going into labour."
Laura's eyes turn on me, wide with shock, and I feel my face go red, but it's too late to backtrack now, so I roll with it.
"Alright," the 911 woman says, "I'll put you through right now."
There's a moment of silence, then another cool voice, male this time, says, "You're mom's giving birth, that right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, where do you live?"
"Ummm, one sec." I cover the receiver and ask Laura, "What's our address?"
"Barton Farm, Waverly," she replies. Then winces.
I repeat the address into the phone.
"As in, Clint Barton?" the man asks.
I recognise the fanboy tone. I once spoke in the same way about Barbie.
"Yes, as in Clint Barton," I roll my eyes, "and Laura Barton, who is about to give birth."
"Ah, yes. We're on our way."
The line clicks dead, and I put the phone down.
"They're on their way."
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Two New Bartons (completed)
FanfictionWhat if Pietro never died? They've lost their parents. They've lost their country. At least they still have each other. And their new family. Now, all they need to do is get a hang of being the two new Bartons. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS...
