Thanks to blue0eevee for the request! I had lots and lots of ideas for this story and it was hard to narrow it down to the right path to take. There are some leftover ideas that I'm hanging onto for sure!

I do not own these characters, I just write them as a way to love and care for them.

This story gets the Steve Rogers LANGUAGE WARNING.

TAKEN UNDER THE WING

"How's the new recruit fitting in?" Steve asked as he stepped next to Natasha where she stood like a statue in black jeans. His voice was colored with his normal shade of hopeful as he latched his thumbs onto the buckle of his belt.

She was standing in the hallway outside the common room watching a few of the Avengers through a sheet of glass as they sat at the far end of the next room. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she focused on the newest member of the team, Y/N, a young woman with the ability to manipulate magnetic material. Y/N was sitting in the common room with Sam and Wanda, watching tv and playing on her cell phone.

"Doesn't seem to want to socialize but I guess I can't really judge her based on that," Natasha stated simply. "She's young... I want her to feel like she fits in here, she needs a family of some sort."

Steve looked at the scowl that Y/N wore, her forehead furrowed, her mouth set in a grimace. "She'll warm up. It's only been a month." Steve could see the light in anyone and he had faith she'd be fine.

They watched as the younger Avenger looked up from her phone to the tv, with what appeared to be a look of light disgust on her face.

Steve's head tilted sideways like a dog, "Might take some time."

"Hey, everyone."

Steve and Natasha turned around to see Peter Parker step off the elevator, backpack in tow. "Cap'n, Miss Rom— Black Widow...?" he said, not sure exactly which name to call Natasha.

"Hi, Peter," Steve said in a deep voice.

Natasha took a step closer and rested her hand on one of Peter's shoulders. "Do I make you nervous, kid?" Her tone was friendly but she was making a point. The spy who once had a much firmer exterior shell had softened over the years as her new family grew.

"No, no," Peter shook his head, his eyebrows drawn together. "Yes, actually." He held his palms up to her, "But it's not just you, it's everyone," he gulped, "especially anyone who's not... a guy." He gave an awkward yet honest little laugh.

"You'll get there," she laughed, taking a soft swipe at his head, ruffling his hair.

"Peter," Steve chimed in, "Y/N's here. Why don't you go in and talk to her? She's just about your age."

Peter's eyes darted up to Steve's face. "Uh yeah, okay. I mean... yes, Captain."

Steve chuckled after Peter walked through the glass door. "I keep telling him he doesn't have to address me as Captain all the time." His blue eyes twinkled as he watched Peter approach the couch where Y/N was sitting. "I was so awkward with women at his age."

"Were?" Natasha raised a playful eyebrow at him.

"You know what, Romanoff?" he questioned sarcastically.

They watched as Y/N seemed to easily converse with Peter... more easily than Peter, anyway. - He looked nervous.

"See?" Steve elbowed Natasha's arm before turning to walk away. "She's fine."

"What's with Elsa over there?" Sam said out of the side of his mouth, leaning in close to Steve. His eyes never moved from his gaze at Y/N, who was reading a book, strapped in on the other side of the quinjet. "She is... icy."

Steve sighed impatiently. "Geeze, Sam, she's just a kid."

"A kid with a murder face," Sam argued.

"Knock it off, will you?" Steve finally met Sam's eyes. "She's nice. If you give her a chance, you'll find out."

"Guess I won't have much of a choice this weekend, will I?"

Steve looked annoyed with his friend. "We all need to recharge this weekend. And she needs us. So can you just try to be open minded and be there for her?"

Sam's posture changed. "Yeah... yeah, of course."

"I'm not asking you to be best friends but give her a chance. You're the adult here... and I use that term loosely." Steve sat back and smiled to himself over zinging Sam.

"That hurts, man."

Outside the front window of the quinjet, a familiar green pasture came into view, along with a cream-colored farmhouse and a faded red barn. Steve's eyes gleamed as he glanced across the quinjet and caught Natasha's sigh of relief at the sight of her old friend's farm. She nodded her head towards Y/N and gave Steve a wink. Just a few days ago, they'd decided to try a different approach to integrating Y/N into the team. They thought taking her out of the Avengers compound might loosen her up, along with everyone else, too. She looked up from her book to see what everyone else was looking at.

"What is this?" she asked, looking to her right at Natasha. "Where are we?"

"You're gonna love it," Natasha smiled, patting Y/N's knee. "Come on." The quinjet landed in the middle of a thicket of trees near the barn and the hatch popped open. Everyone grabbed their bags and headed out, their feet suddenly on soft grass instead of the hard floor of their well worn aircraft. Y/N looked all around, taking in the wide open space on the farm. The air had a sweet smell and the breeze was warm. She was standing still, enjoying the sensation when someone playfully bumped her shoulder from behind.

"Smile, kiddo," Bucky said warmly as he walked past her on his way out of the jet. She looked like she needed the encouragement.

She pursed her lips and furrowed her brows, tilting her head at him in question. She had no idea why Barnes was always trying to cheer her up and telling her to smile. She started moving her feet towards the farmhouse, following everyone else.

Standing a few stairs beneath Bucky, she watched as he hugged a shorter man with sandy colored hair. She could hear the hollow sound of the man patting Bucky's back. "It's good to see you, Barnes," he smiled.

"You, too." Bucky turned and held his hand out towards Y/N. "Barton, this is Y/N."

She stepped up to take Barton's outreached hand. "Clint," he grinned warmly. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Hi, Mr. Barton. I've heard a lot about you," she said, returning the smile.

"Please, just Clint," he said, pulling her up onto the porch and grabbing her bag from her. "Come on in the house." She looked around at everyone gathered and talking. Natasha was holding a little girl in her arms and there were three other people Y/N didn't recognize, including an older boy holding a toddler boy.

A friendly looking woman with long, dark hair approached her with arms outreached. "Hi, Y/N, I'm Laura."

"Yes, this is my wife, Laura," Clint added.

Laura leaned in closer to Y/N, "You're lucky, you and Nat get to share the guest room."

"Unless you want to camp outside with us guys, of course," Steve added, jovially.

"Guest room sounds great," she smiled at Laura, mocking relief.

From across the room, Natasha called, "Yeah, trust me, you don't want to be around after they've eaten the beans they cooked on an open fire."

Y/N laughed and Laura took her upstairs to show her the guest room.

"She seems nice," Clint said, looking at Steve.

"Verdict's still out," Sam said in a low voice.

Steve took a breath and looked at the ceiling, biding his patience. "She's a good kid, just needs some warming up. Thanks for having us, Clint. I really appreciate it."

"Hey, I love it. We don't get visitors too often."

Just an hour later, everyone was outside as Clint manned the grill, flipping burgers and hot dogs. While they started a pit fire, Steve and Natasha watched anxiously as Clint called Y/N over to the grill. She took her face out of her book and joined him and they seemed to be conversing quite easily. It looked like Y/N was helping him, even. They'd be laughing but then the next time Steve and Natasha looked over, they looked like the epitome of grumpiness.

"They must be talking about Ultron or something," Natasha said, trying to lighten Steve's worry.

"You're probably right."

When Sam joined them a moment later, Natasha took the opportunity to go over and "check on the burgers" with Clint. She lingered to hear their conversation first. From the looks of it, they were talking about something quite ominous... but they were actually talking about how they both loved "Die Hard". Natasha made a bitter face as she walked back towards Steve and Sam.

"Well?" Steve asked, his blue eyes locked on her waiting for hopeful news.

"What's Grumpy Cat up to now?" Sam asked.

Natasha slugged him as she sat back down. "They're just talking about a movie." She looked back over at their intense faces and then shrugged.

Dinnertime was fun and although Y/N was quiet again, it appeared that she was just fine. Laura brought out supplies to make S'mores and Nathaniel quickly cozied up to Y/N. She patiently helped him roast a marshmallow and make a S'more and it was obvious he was in awe of her.

Natasha, who was sitting next to Steve, watched Y/N and Nathaniel through the glow of the fire. "Someone's in love," she said.

Steve turned his head to look at her, his eyes wide. He followed her line of sight to see Nathaniel gazing up at Y/N, his little face covered in chocolate and marshmallow. "Oh, yeah, looks like it," he said.

At his left was Sam who quietly shook his head to himself and tried not to laugh.

Just a short time later, Nathaniel was snuggled in close to Y/N, his eyes looking sleepy, his little body very still. Clint grabbed the seat next to her. "Looks like you made a friend."

"You think?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, you fed 'im so... yeah, he's yours now," Clint laughed. His demeanor became more sincere and less jovial, "You're really good with him."

"I don't have much experience with little kids," she confessed.

"Kids know good people though and he likes you." Clint looked over to see that Nathaniel had put his head down on Y/N's leg and he was fast asleep. "I'll take him," he said.

But Laura was already on her way. "Cooper... Lila, come on, it's time to get ready for bed." She carefully picked Nathaniel up and gave Y/N a warm smile, "Thanks for the free babysitting."

"No problem," Y/N grinned. "I hope I didn't feed him too much," she joked.

Just as Laura was stepping away with Nathaniel, Bucky stood and cleared his throat. "I think it's time we made a toast." He held up his beer and everyone stopped their talking to watch him. "To friendship." It was simple, it was heartfelt, and everyone stood to clink bottles or cans around the flames of the fire. Anyone who knew Bucky and saw his face knew that it came from his heart. He'd gone years under someone else's control and then years hiding. He wasn't much for small talk so when he spoke, it was something worth saying. Even though Y/N was the newest member of the team, she understood. She pursed her lips as she looked at him over the fire and he held his hand up higher, "And to new friends."

"Here, here," Steve called out.

A minute later, Natasha saw Y/N headed towards the house. "Headed to bed?"

"No," Y/N gave her a friendly smile, "just off to find the bathroom. Be right back."

Natasha was thankful that Bucky's speech hadn't scared her off as she'd suspected.

"Hey, I'm headed there myself. I'll show you where it is," Bucky said, jogging up to Y/N.

"She's a good kid," Steve said, glancing at Y/N as she walked away. He was settling himself down in the chair next to Clint.

"Yeah, I can tell," Clint said.

"How can you tell?" Steve asked innocently.

"Well, for starters, the kids like her," Clint took a swig of his beer, focusing his eyes from the fire to Steve. "And, I don't know, I can just tell."

"She hasn't had it easy," Steve added, "she was on her own before she came to the compound."

"Tough kid," Clint stated. It was a compliment coming from him.

"Clint, you know I brought her here to be around you...?" Steve asked softly.

Clint's eyebrows went up.

"You were so good with Wanda when she came to us. She was having a rough time and I know your influence on her was what pulled her through."

"Well, thanks," Clint said, thinking about it carefully. "You're no slouch yourself," Clint chuckled quietly.

"You have a... certain way of putting things," Steve said. "You're relatable. Sometimes I think with the whole super soldier serum thing... well, maybe I'm just not relatable."

"Nahhh," Clint smiled, "You're very down to earth."

"Thanks," Steve said quietly. He leaned in a bit closer to Clint, "I wish I felt like the rest of the team was more open to her." His face, lit from the fire, showed disappointment.

Inside the house, Y/N stepped out of the bathroom where Bucky was waiting in the hallway. The sound of footsteps taking the wooden stairs slowly, one by one, started to echo in the hallway.

"Nathaniel, it is bed time!" Laura called out. "Get back up here!"

Nathaniel's small feet landed at the bottom of the staircase where he changed direction to run to Y/N. He was wearing a diaper and half of his pajama shirt as if he'd run away while being changed.

Her eyes widened playfully when she saw him. "Hey, buddy, I think you better get to bed," she said softly.

Nathaniel launched himself at her leg and held on. "I don't want to," he said poutily.

Y/N looked up at Laura who was looking over the upstairs railing. She kept eye contact with Laura while she asked Nathaniel, "What if I promise to tuck you in - if you promise to get ready for bed?"

He thought about it for a second before looking up at her and nodding. "Okay."

Bucky watched and chuckled as he closed himself inside the bathroom.

Y/N reached down to pick Nathaniel up and started for the stairs. She couldn't help but laugh as he looked up into her face with wonder. "How about I help you get the rest of your pajamas on?" she asked.

As Y/N helped Nathaniel get ready for bed, Laura stood and talked with her. Laura had an easy-going personality and she was pleasant to talk to, she didn't make Y/N nervous at all. Which is why Laura was able to interrogate her so easily without it feeling that way.

"Must be crazy living with them all the time," Laura joked. "Lotta big personalities."

"They're nice though," Y/N smiled. The grin faded into a grimace as she struggled to wiggle Nathaniel's leg into one side of the pajama bottom. "I don't think Sam likes me but I don't need everyone to like me."

Laura couldn't help be reminded of Clint by her expression. "Well, I'm glad you like it there. You're welcome to come hang out here anytime you need a break. And Sam is a nice guy, he might just need some time to warm up."

"You might be right," Y/N said. "And thank you for the offer, that's really nice."

Outside, Bucky's settling himself into the chair next to Clint where he and Steve are chatting. He propped his feet up onto a camp stool as he took the bottle cap off his beer with his metal hand. "I like her," he said confidently.

"Y/N?" Steve leaned in more to ask.

"Yeah," Bucky flippantly replied. He looked at Clint and started laughing, "And your little guy really likes her. He's in there puttin' the moves on her."

"That's my boy," Clint chuckles. "He didn't get that from me."

Though they'd checked the weather and planned on hiking to a lake a few miles away to fish for the day, mother nature decided that it was going to rain the next morning. And the afternoon, and into the evening. Tents were abandoned mid-morning for a warm breakfast in the Barton kitchen. After breakfast, some of the team lingered to chat in the kitchen. Sam loaded the dishwasher as Steve sat at the table to teach Cooper some drawing techniques. After Laura returned from putting Nathaniel down for a nap, she encouraged Cooper and Lila to go play in their attic playroom so the adults could speak freely. Steve and Sam sat in the kitchen with Laura talking about the politics of the day.

From the couch, Natasha watched the kids walk up the stairs and listened as the attic door closed. She looked at Clint with a wicked grin where he sat on the other couch next to Bucky. "Okay, kid, time to teach you some bad habits," she smirked.

Y/N looked curiously up from her book as Clint and Bucky pushed the coffee table closer to their couch, followed by the other couch. Clint ran off to a closet.

"You're gonna learn some shit-talkin'," Bucky grinned.

Y/N immediately looked into the kitchen to see if Steve had heard.

"Nah, nah, don't look at him - besides, he's the biggest foul mouth there is," Bucky laughed.

"It's true," Natasha agreed. "He just has a really good filter."

"Okay.... Then..." Y/N cautiously agreed.

Clint tossed an old boxed game on the coffee table. "Ever played Guess Who?" he asked Y/N.

"Maybe a long time ago," she said.

Clint quickly launched into the simple rules but with a caveat. "Yes or no questions only, ask things like 'does your person have glasses?' as you try to eliminate everyone but the person your opponent has picked. Oh, and one other thing... you gotta talk smack." Clint grinned at her warmly knowing this would probably not be easy for her. But he knew if he could get her warmed up, she'd have a great time.

"The kids are upstairs so you can say whatever you want," Natasha said, patting her arm. "I'll help you," she whispered in Y/N's ear.

"Y/N, you get to ask first question," Clint advised.

"Does your person have white hair?" she asked, somewhat timidly.

"Not a chance, nerd," Clint winked at her.

"Yeah well you make your weenies with your mama's toe jam," she said with a giggle.

"Okay, Sandlot." Clint contorted his face. "That was not bad but you gotta go a little harder."

In the kitchen, Laura quietly told Sam and Steve that Y/N was getting the feeling that Sam didn't like her. Sam gulped and looked quietly towards the living room. "Man, I am an asshole." He watched her sadly as Nat elbowed her and whispered something to her. Steve was about to tell him he could still make it right when Y/N leaned forward over the coffee table, looked into Clint's eyes and said, "YEAH, well at least I don't clean my ears out with arrows!"

Steve's mouth dropped, Sam's mouth dropped. Sam whispered, "Nawww, she's the asshole."

"Sam."

Laura laughed and Steve and Sam whipped their heads to look at her.

"What? Looks like Baby Hawk's fitting in well...?" she questioned their faces. "They're playing trash talk Guess Who," Laura pointed at the game. "You don't have to worry Steve, she's going to fit in."

"I know, I'm glad she's taken to Clint so easily," Steve smiled subtly.

"Yeah, but if she like being an Avenger, why's she always look so miserable?" Sam griped.

Laura chuckled loudly, "Oh Sam, that's cute."

"Heh heh heh HEH that's cute," he mocked. "What are you talkin' about that's cute?"

"Jinkies, I never thought a smart group of people with spy skills wouldn't pick up on it before a little old farmer lady..." she waited for Sam to react but he just looked at her. "Sam, she has RBF... just like Clint."

"RBF?" Steve's face crinkled.

"Resting bitch face, Mr. Tight Shirt," Sam said sarcastically.

"Oh.... OH," Steve said quietly. "So she does like us?"

"She does," Laura said with a warm smile. She walked to the kitchen door, "Hey you guys want a snack while you play? I have some carrots and fresh zucchini...?"

Clint shot up from his seat and reached over to grab Y/N and whisper something to her. Y/N's face looked confused but she shouted back to Laura, "No thanks, Nat doesn't care for zucchini anymore."

Clint high fived her as Natasha shouted, "Clint, you butthole!" with a laugh. She looked to Y/N next to her, "Tell ya about that when you're a little older, kid."

Steve laughed heartily as Sam got up from the table to join the action in the living room. "Can I play shit-talk Guess Who, too?"

The name Baby Hawk stuck for Y/N around the Avengers compound and from that day, Baby Hawk and Falcon learned to play nicely together. She took her first steps in being more outgoing with her older partners. Clint took a major liking to Y/N and kept in close touch with her by texting, mostly. He made an effort to visit more often and she'd sometimes visit at the farm.

Clint even taught her how to shoot arrows, although he had to let her use an old set of his wooden arrows so her magnetic properties wouldn't stick to his newer metal arrows. Laura sat on the front porch and laughed as she saw them both concentrating on their target, both with super intense RBF faces.

On the quinjet flying home from Clint's, Natasha leaned over to Steve as they looked at Sam sitting next to Y/N laughing. "Well, that's all taken care of."

"Time to work on Peter," Steve laughed.

Hope you all liked this take of Resting Bitch Face, LOL. When Blue0evee requested it, I knew it had to be done. I have also been told I have RBF. It's an affliction! ; ) Please now enjoy my favorite Jeremy Renner meme... OH WAIT, that might not be completely true because I do really love HAWKEYE IS FEELING FABULOUS... but this one is also GOLD. If you liked this, please consider voting and commenting. Love you guys!