Clint x Daughter! Reader |Sleep| WW

It was hands-down the greatest day of (Name)’s life. After the reunion in the lab, Tony offered to take them all upstairs and get everyone cozy with each other. Tony, Natasha and eventually the one called Bruce showed up, excited to learn more about the mysterious young girl who’d come to them. And the entire time, Clint had an arm around her, holding his baby girl close with the proudest, happiest smile on his face they’d ever seen.

It was sort of weird, but in a good way.

She explained what had happened, and how she’d broken out of the facility they’d “raised” her in, careful to avoid the sensitive parts in case Clint felt like avenging his daughter after hearing what they did, and how she found her way here.

(Name) got to know the three other adults pretty well, and caught up with Clint as much as she could for one afternoon. Hours shot by of just them talking, laughing, and crying again, sometimes. She’d never been hugged so many times in her life.

It took a couple more hours, but the billionaire was eventually pushed out of the floor by Natasha and Bruce, to give the family a little down time, together. And considering (Name) hadn’t seen a single movie in the last sixteen years, you can only imagine what they were doing.

The sky had gone dark by the time they’d finished watching “Avatar”, but neither one of them seemed to notice. (Name) was curled up happily against her father, who had been running his hand through her hair the whole time. She used to love it when he did that as a baby, and she couldn’t deny how comforting it felt.

“...Oh, Dad. It’s late.” She mumbled, stifling a yawn when she glanced out the window. Clint grunted, blinking rapidly to try and pretend he wasn’t tired.

“You ready to sleep already?” He mused, and she shrugged, leaning against his shoulder tiredly. Her eyes had already shut again.

“Well, I’ve always wondered what it was like to sleep in my own bed.” She replied, and Clint fell silent for a moment. She’d been slipping in little comments like that all day, whenever she’d talked about her life. It made the rage burning in him blaze a little brighter every time.

Nobody treats Hawkeye’s family like that and gets away with it. ..Alive.

“Then let’s get you set up.” He finally said, ruffling her hair and standing up as he swallowed his anger. He could worry about them, later. Right now, he just needed to focus on (Name). It was all he wanted to focus on, honestly.

“Ughh...but moving’s so hard. I kind of just wanna stay here. It’s comfortable enough, right?” She reasoned, and Clint rolled his eyes, grabbing her hands and pulling her up.

“I see Chris’ lazy gene made the cut.” He joked, shaking his head as he lead her down the hallway. “I was hoping you’d have a stronger work ethic, like me.”

“I have work ethic! The laziness is just more fun, though. And it’s easier.” She pointed out, and he scoffed, nudging her shoulder.

“Don’t get used to the laziness. You’re gonna have a lot of things to do, starting tomorrow.” He told her, and she tilted her head, curious (e/c) eyes meeting his.

“What kind of things? I didn’t sign up for anything; Last I checked I was only trying to find my dad.”

“Which I am extremely thankful for.” He responded, pecking her forehead. “But Agent May texted me earlier this evening. Apparently you made a stop at SHIELD, and now she wants to get you in for an interview, of some kind.”

“An interview?” (Name) repeated, scrunching her nose. “I don’t wanna sit in another stuffy room and answer a bunch of baby questions.”

“‘Another’?”

“Yeah. I got interrogated when I went to try and find you there, before. I’m pretty sure I told you that already, though.”

“You probably did,” He figured, moving past her to open up one of the doors, “I just forgot. Considering it’s late, and it’s been a pretty emotional day for everybody.” Clint finished, and gestured for (Name) to come into the room.

“And God knows I could use some sleep, right about now. I feel like I’m about to drop dead.” She laughed, which turned into a happy gasp when she came into the room. “Oh, wow! Is this my room??”

“Yep. It’s not much, but it’s got everything you need.” He said with a small smile. It was a simple and modern room, but just chic enough for (Name) to appreciate it way more than any normal person. I mean, this place had the whole package; Bed, chest of drawers, lamp, wood floors, and the list just kept going.

“Dad, this is perfect.” She breathed, wandering into the place and staring with wide eyes at her quarters. “It’s so much bigger than where I was before. I love it.” She gushed, and rushed up to him, wrapping her arms around his chest in the 99,000th hug of the day. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Whippoorwill.” He replied softly, giving her a gentle squeeze and kissing the top of her head. “Now go ahead and get changed. You’re gonna need all the sleep you can get.”

“I concur.” She chimed, and he chuckled, lingering for a moment longer before turning and shutting the door to give her some privacy. And for the first time in twelve hours, the parent and child had been separated. It felt weird.

(Name) sighed as she changed out of her freshly-bought Wally World attire, swapping it for some basketball shorts and old t-shirt Tony must have scrounged up for her. It was comfortable, which she couldn’t have been more thankful for. She’d kind of been living in rags since...forever.

She sighed, tousling her hair tiredly as she headed back for the door. She needed to do the teeth brushing, now. Get ready for bed and then get in bed, and...sleep. It was such a weird idea. ..Normal idea.

“You ready?” Clint’s voice came from the other side of the hall, changed into his own pajamas. Her nose crinkled in distaste at the sight, folding her arms.

“Really, Dad?”

“What?”

“Navy blue and black? Have you no shame?” She joked, chuckling when he rolled his eyes.

“It’s comfortable and I’m not trying to impress anybody. It looks fine.” He grumbled, making her laugh. “‘Sides, I’m not sure how I feel about what you’re wearing, right now.”

“What’s wrong with mine?”

“Guy’s boxers? Really? God knows where they came from. What if they’re Stark’s, or something gross like that?”

“Come on, Dad, it’s not like I’m trying to impress anybody.” She mimicked him, lowering her voice and making a face. Cue Clint flicking her forehead.

“You are the most ridiculous kid I’ve ever met. Now come on, finish getting ready.” He told her, and (Name) snickered, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.

“Yes sir, yes sir.”

They finished getting ready, of course kidding around with each other the entire time. Teeth and hair were brushed, faces washed and jokes fired. Finally though, they returned to the hall, standing in front of their rooms. Clint was just going to leave her be, but he couldn’t help but notice the strange look in her eyes when silence fell between them.

“...(Name)? You okay?” He asked her gently, the concern in his voice making her smile and shrug, averting her gaze.

“Yeah, I am. S’just...this just feels like a big fat dream. Like, I’m gonna wake up tomorrow, and I’m not gonna be here. I’ll be back at the facility, and this will all just be a figment of my imagination. I mean- my dad that I’ve been trying to find since forever? Found him, on my birthday. And he’s Hawkeye, the Avenger. It’s just hard to process.” She explained, fidgeting some.

“Well when you put it like that, it sounds like some made-up story a teen with a computer wrote.”

“Reference?”

“Reference. Anyways. This is real. I promise. And I couldn’t be more happy that it is.” Clint assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s a miracle that you’re here with me right now, and if this were a dream, then something would’ve exploded, already.”

“Huh?”

“S’what happens in my dreams, anyways.” He muttered, making her giggle. “Look, you’re gonna go to bed, and you’re gonna get some sleep, wake up, and I’ll be right here.” He promised, and she nodded, arms wrapping around his chest.

“Okay.”

“I love you, Whippoorwill.” He murmured, rubbing her back soothingly. She nuzzled against him, smiling softly at his touch. He was definitely the best dad, ever.

“I love you, too, Dad.”

“See you in the morning?”

“Definitely.” She whispered, reluctantly pulling away to retreat into the bedroom. Clint watched her as she headed in, shutting the door gently and leaving her be for the night. And finally, he was able to breathe out.

The weight of his daughter coming back to him, on a day like this, it was just...crazy. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it. But she was here. She felt him in his arms, heard her talk, saw her smile. She was back.

“Here’s hoping it’s not a dream.” He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair as he went back to his room to sleep. “JARVIS, I need you to keep a close eye on (Name), tonight. If something happens in that room, I need to know.” He told the AI when he shut his door, sinking onto the bed.

“Of course, sir.”

“Thanks.” He hummed, eyes sliding shut and the exhaustion from the day starting to lift off from him. He could finally relax, thank God. Speaking of God, he silently prayed that this really wasn’t a dream. That she really was here.

And that tomorrow morning, he’d wake up, and she’d be there to give him another hug.

He needed that.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

And about three hours later, it was morning. Approximately one a.m. Clint groaned when he woke up, eyes nearly wide open as he stared at the darkness around him. He wasn’t supposed to be awake, he was supposed to be asleep. But for some reason, he just couldn’t do it.

“Sir, Ms. (Name) has left her room.”

Oh, that’s right. JARVIS woke him up. Clint blinked, sitting up in bed and running a hand through his hair. “She left her room?” He repeated, glancing towards the door.

“Yes, sir.”

“Where’s she going?”

“The living area, sir.” JARVIS responded, and Clint sighed softly, getting up from bed and opening the door silently. Her room was empty, her bed re-made and the room spotless. His brow furrowed, and he carried on, not making a sound as he headed into the open space.

And sure enough, there was his daughter, curling up on the couch and turning on another movie.

“(Name)? You’re supposed to be sleeping, kiddo.” He said softly, coming over to the couch and sitting next to her. She looked over at him, smiling apologetically.

“Sorry. I just...can’t sleep.” She replied, and he nodded in understanding, relaxing against the cushions and motioning for her to join him. She complied, leaning against his side like they had a few hours prior. A strong arm came protectively around her shoulder, and he kissed her temple.

“Still worried?”

“...Yeah. I-- well, yeah, it’s not that I can’t sleep, I just...don’t want to.” (Name) mumbled, and his head dipped slightly. Judging from the little notes he’d picked up on her life before now, he figured she was justified in feeling as nervous as she did.

“I understand, baby. But you need to get some rest.” He told her, chiding her gently. She huffed, burying her face in his shirt with a frown.

“I-I know, I know. I just don’t want this to be over, Dad. I don’t.”

“Then let’s stop worrying about it. I’ll stay right here with you, okay? We’ll hang out the rest of the morning, just the two of us. And then we’ll go from there. But for now, let’s just watch another movie.” He decided, turning his attention to the screen.

“Tony said I might like this one. It’s all about superheroes and stuff.” (Name) whispered, the opening scene of “The Incredibles” coming on.

“I guess, but you’re kind of in a Tower overflowing with superheroes. If you want cool stories, you could just ask me to tell you some.”

“Maybe later. It’s about to get good, I can tell.” She cut him off, and he chuckled, giving her a squeeze.

“Fine, fine. But I swear I’m gonna give you an earful the second you ask.”

“Deal.” She agreed, snuggling against her father without another thought. About halfway through the movie, both of them conked out, asleep and not questioning it.

Which Clint regretted when Tony showed up on their floor at ten, snapping a picture of the two of them knocked out on the sofa. Even Natasha and Bruce showed up, snickering at the sight of parent and child snoring away on the cushions.

He was so going to get them back later. And considering he had a super-genius daughter who wanted to, too...well, let’s just say it was going to be sweet, sweet revenge.

So sweet.

~Ende~