Because I am a dweeb who absolutely needed to write the wordiest, fluffiest drabble I could find as soon as I decided that I shipped them as a beautiful triad so hard. AKA, approximately twelve seconds after they introduced Laura.
Uhhh this is my first fanfic on Tumblr though, so like, be gentle.
Rating: G? Maybe G+?
Ships: Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton/Laura Barton (closed V or equilateral triad depending on how you look at it, but doesn’t matter for this fic)
Summary: Laura knows Nat too well.
The first time Natasha ever showed up in their bedroom was
the same night they moved Callum to his nursery.
Her husband had been all talk about all of the things they
could do with their newfound freedom. After all, the newborn bliss had quickly
turned into six months of crying, grumpy, night-feeding purgatory. Blissful purgatory, she insisted. Still,
“ready to go” was an understatement for both of him. But however delicious –
and, at times, borderline bizarre – Clint’s dirty talk was, it fell silent when
his head hit pillow for the first quiet night in eons.