Not just another dude with a bow

Clint absolutely loved being a father, especially now that Lexi was becoming more of a tiny person. Still, having the opportunity to get away for a little him-and-Kitty time was always appreciated, and one trusted babysitter later, he was ready for a night of just focusing on Kitty without worrying about any little ones opening the door and spying on them.

Unless the island did something stupid, which was always a possibility.

"Did I do okay with picking a wine? I still think all the different types are kind of a lie," he said.

For once, Barney had shown a tiny bit of consideration and given Clint a heads up that he was coming to visit this weekend. Clint wasn't exactly nervous about seeing his brother, but he wasn't quite sure how Barney was going to act around Lexi. He was trying to have faith that it would all be all right, but he might have also been cleaning the kitchen a little more than normal to try to look like he had everything together.

Not even superhero insurance could allow a woman to stay in the hospital for too long after giving birth, so Clint and Kitty had gotten Lexi all bundled up this morning and brought her home. Clint had done his best to be a good husband, making sure Kitty was comfortable in the car, trying not to drive too fast, stopping at a Starbucks drive-thru at Kitty's request, and not saying anything when actually getting the coffee made her start crying. He understood, and he couldn't judge.

Lucky and Rook had spent the morning very intrigued by the pink bundle in the carrier, and Lexi was wonderfully behaved as Clint and Kitty texted their friends to let them know they were home and could come by to see the new addition. Obviously this was a sign that she'd be a perfect baby who wouldn't keep them up all night, right?

[Open to anyone who wants to visit and see a baaaby!]

One of the nice things about married life was that Clint was realizing how many things between him and Kitty just naturally went unspoken. Neither of them said anything about how it had been prom last night, and they hadn't said anything as they each checked to make sure the front door was unlocked before going to bed. Sure, he just didn't want to jinx anything, but it was just reassuring to know how much he and Kitty fell on the same page.

Clint hadn't bothered to set an alarm either, but it wasn't like he and Kitty had anything important to do before the dogs, or something else, woke them up.

So, it had been five years since Clint and Kitty's first date... okay, five years and one day, because insurance companies were the worst and they'd both spent way too much time on the phone yesterday to focus on an anniversary dinner. But, today had been a lot more calm, and Clint had found a nice place away from the island that smelled lovely and didn't really serve a lot of seafood.

"I hope this place is okay. You'd think after all this time, date nights wouldn't make me nervous, but old habits die hard," he said with a smirk.

[For the lovely wife!]

Over the last few days, Clint had gotten into a pretty steady routine: wake up, snuggle lion!Kitty, feed the dogs, feed Kitty, take the dogs for their walk, check his email, break out into a fit of Hydra-related swearing, go for some target practice to fend off Hydra-related anger, come home, shower, and snuggle Kitty some more.

He'd gotten through all the steps already, so now he was sitting with Kitty curled up on his lap, watching the news and debating if he wanted to take a chance and look at his email again.

[Open!]

Like most Monday mornings, Clint woke up to the sound of Lucky and Rook moving around, and began debating with himself about whether or not to get up right away, or wait until they started barking.

Then, the events of the weekend came rushing to his mind, and Clint's first move was to run his hand over his head to make sure his hair wasn't... whatever his 15 year-old self had decided on. He sat up and looked around, hoping Kitty was all right. It had made sense to come back to the house after Tony's party, since no one else seemed to be occupying it. It had also made sense for them to sleep separately which was how, Clint supposed, he'd ended up on the couch.

With a sigh, Clint got up and started getting food ready for the dogs, and coffee ready for himself. Maybe, once Kitty got up and remembered things too, she'd be willing to pretend this weekend hadn't happened.

[For the wife!]

Clint had never paid a lot to the rules and traditions of getting married, but the one thing his and Kitty's friends had insisted on was that he wasn't supposed to see her from tonight until the actual wedding. Clint thought that was pretty stupid--like his natural bad luck could get any worse?--but he'd let Barney drag him out with Tony, Steve, and Thor (and Natasha, who insisted that someone with a brain needed to keep an eye on them all) while Kitty's friends took her out for something he hoped wouldn't involve male strippers.

At the third bar of the night, Clint managed to get away from the others long enough to hit the speed dial for Kitty's number on his phone. Not seeing her didn't mean not talking to her, right?

[For the omg-soon-to-be wife and anyone else who might want to call!]

So, Clint had zero interest in celebrating his own birthday. But, he knew that if he and Kitty didn't do something, she'd surprise him with something big and potentially embarrassing. At least a nice dinner meant he got to see Kitty dressed up, and he was reminding himself that he'd been expecting to spend his birthday alone a few months ago, so this was pretty good in comparison.

"If any waiter starts singing, I'm blaming you," he warned Kitty as they sat down.

[For the lady!]

Clint would much rather be at home drinking beers with Barney than be in his office, but he felt like being responsible enough to do his job today. He had a laptop full of emails to respond to, so it wasn't like he wouldn't be busy.

If anyone asked about Sex Ed though, he wasn't sure what he'd tell them.