Clint brought her in by offering her a family

"Welcome to the family! Here's your handy Barton survival kit."

Natasha glances into the cloth bag.

"...this is just a bundle of darts and a bottle of margarita mix."

Laura grins, sharp and warm.

"Exactly. Now," and she levers herself off of the couch, feet shifting to accommodate the heavy weight of her belly. "You're going to drink a margarita so I can live vicariously through you, and then we're going to hash out exactly how stupid my beloved husband has been recently."

"Hey," Clint protests halfheartedly, but Natasha is already smiling back at Laura, the bruised edge to her haunted eyes fading. He watches the two woman head for the kitchen, a sure-footed brunette followed by a slim and lethal shadow, and relaxes into the couch. "Well, I'm screwed."

"You knew that before you married me!" Laura calls out from the other room, and his cracked ribs twinge as he laughs.

Oh, how much do I love this! Thank you. I love the details and her "living vicariously" and the merciless teasing. Just wonderful.

Thank you! It's so much fun to write happy scenes that include Clint and Natasha, rather than my usual angst/soul searching. Bless Laura. :)

This is exactly how I picture their bonding happening :D All the banter and feels, it's right there. Lovely!

"Banter and feels" is a great way to describe how I feel about these three. :D Thank you!

Love this! Seconding the banter and feels. And Clint just giving up and relaxing on the couch, heh.

Contrary to popular opinion, he is a smart man and does know when he's beaten - like in this instance. Thank you!

Clint, outnumbered and outgunned. Love it!