Being a stay-at-home mum involved more energy and work than you ever had to use working as an Avenger. You missed the days where you were getting your arse kicked for work instead of being stuck sat in a mess of toys whilst watching cartoons of animated animals that you were starting to gain an unnecessary hatred for. You loved your daughter with all of your heart even if she was a two-year-old terror, but you were getting to the point where you were desperate for even a moments break.

Luckily for you your husband, Clint, was home for the day and offered to take your daughter out to the park around the corner from your home so that you could have a shower without having a little human point out all of your insecurities. You were grateful for the break and tried not to cry with joy as you waved off your husband with the push chair. You made the most of your time, taking a peaceful shower and getting a snack that you normally had to either sneak or share. The peace couldn't last forever as you had to scramble to throw away the crisps wrapper before going to greet your family.

Your daughter started to ramble on about the slide as you watched your husband attempt to put the pushchair back down to not take up the whole of your porch. You watched as he fought with it, attempting to push and pull everything he could to get it to collapse but it wasn't working out the way that he wanted it to.

"Need some help?" You asked.

Clint rolled his eyes at you, taking a step back. He was an amazing dad, but he could never get his head around anything that you had for your child, rarely able to collapse the pushchair, open the baby gate or figure out how to remove the batteries from the annoying toys that his friends had gotten for your daughter.

You stepped up to the pushchair with a cocky smile, knowing that you had to use the pushchair nearly everyday so had gotten the knack for it by now.

"Let's make this work," you said to yourself.

You pressed the correct button and pulled the latch, instantly folding it up so that you could slot it behind the coat rack so that you could manoeuvre the entrance of your house with ease.

Clint turned up your nose up at you. "Show off."

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Written by Charlotte.

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