You were home with your young baby when you heard noises outside. You recognised one of the voices of the people, which put you at ease, leaving you to continue the lullaby to your child. You weren't great at singing but it was clear that your voice comforted the little girl in your arms, seen as she was comfortably asleep which was a rare occurrence. It bewildered you how she was able to survive off of so little sleep, you were currently getting roughly the same amount as her and you felt like death.

As you continued to sing you heard more voices. You weren't certain how many people he had brought home.

"Who's singing?" a voice asked.

"You'll see," the familiar voice returned.

You trailed off the song, standing up holding your baby in your arms.

Within moments he walked into the room with five people in tow.

"Honey I'm home," he grinned.

The smile instantly dropped from his face, "what is that?"

"Hello sweetheart, I have no idea, they were giving them out free at the supermarket so I picked up one," you said rolling your eyes, "this is a baby."

You could see his skin paling as he looked at you and the infant.

"Our baby?" he questioned.

"What do you think?" you frowned, "I apologise for being snappy, I have barely slept since this one's been born."

Some of the others were whispering visibly confused as to what was going on.

"You never told us you were married and had a child," Tony stated.

You knew all of the avengers, well you knew of them all, they had no idea of your existence until now, not including Clint and Natasha.

"I didn't know I had a child," Clint said in a monotonous tone.

"What?" the four men questioned.

"Sorry to intrude," you said softly attempting to keep quiet enough not to wake up your child, "I'm Y/N. Clint didn't know I was pregnant as he buggared off for a mission and didn't answer his phone for nearly a year, for all I knew he was dead as communications were completely cut, and even Natasha refused to answer her phone, so this is hopefully a pleasant surprise for him, although I think he needs to sit down before he passes out."

Clint did as he was told sitting down on the sofa holding his head in his hands for a second before looking back up at you.

"I'm a Dad?" he asked.

"Yes," you chuckled, "would you like to meet your daughter?"

"Daughter? Did you name her? How old is she?" he whispered.

"Yes. She is nine weeks old. She was born on the 23rd of May 11:43 am, 7 pounds 9 ounces. And yes I didn't think it was appropriate to leave our child without a name until you came home," you explained.

"Can I hold her?" he asked softly.

"Of course, she is your daughter," you smiled, "but if you wake her up believe me you will never have children again."

He chuckled taking the child from your arms, listening to your instructions on how to hold her properly.

"You never said her name?" Natasha stated.

"Well I had to pick a name I knew Clint wouldn't hate me for, so I thought a meaningful name would work. So I named her after her amazing auntie Natasha," you smiled.

She grinned, "Told you Barton you'd have one of your kids named after me."

He sighed rolling his eyes.

You smiled at him resting a hand on his shoulder and kissing his cheek, "everyone make yourself at home, and I'll go put the kettle on."

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A/N-

Hello.

This was requested by kiddieharriers. If you would like to request an imagine, then pm me or comment.

Thank you.

Charlotte.