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Laura slipped into the chair on his other side, snatching a bite from her own plate before turning to lift a spoonful of baby food to Nate’s mouth for him. Clint watched for a long moment, wishing he could help, before turning his attention back to his own plate.

It smelled wonderful, and after a week of prison food, Clint was quite happy to have something home-cooked. The eggs were light and fluffy – Laura always made the best scrambled eggs – and he took a long whiff before dipping his head to eat.

However, it wasn’t as easy as he’d imagined.

His first couple attempts to take a bite of the eggs didn’t work quite as planned because his nose kept bumping into the plate before his teeth got within range, so Clint switched over to his tongue. This worked considerably better when it came to reaching the food, but for a long moment all he managed to accomplish was nearly licking his bacon off onto the table.

With a little snort of frustration, he finally got his lips into play, and Clint managed to successfully slurp up a little bite of egg. After that, it was smooth sailing.

In a few long licks, he’d cleared the plate, swallowing the soft eggs without bothering to chew. The sausage and bacon were snapped up shortly after that, and Clint gulped them down just as quickly, licking his lips to get the rest of the flavor off. Hardly feeling satisfied, he glanced back down, looking for more, only to find that his plate was empty.

Clint frowned down at the clean dish with a little grunt. The noise caught Laura’s attention, and she paused her feeding of Nathaniel to glance back over a shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow as she followed his gaze down to the empty plate.

“Hm,” Laura mused, catching his ear in a hand and kneading it between her fingers gently. “I didn’t think about that…we’re going to need a lot of food for you, aren’t we?”

Clint ducked his head, embarrassed.

Great, he was being a burden again.

“I think I have some more in the pan. Be right back,” she murmured, planting a little kiss on top of his head and setting the baby food down before standing and moving toward the stove. Clint looked after her retreating form, feeling guilty.

Laura already worked so hard when he was out on mission…taking care of the house, looking after Lila and Cooper and baby Nate, making sure that bills were paid and clothes were clean and homework was done…the fact that she was still having to do all of that herself, even with him being here, was eating at him.

Clint had always made a point whenever he came back from missions to take care of as much of the housework as he could for her. He would be up early making breakfast, spend the day taking care of repairs and yard work, look after the kids, and just give Laura some time to relax and take care of herself for a change. It was hard on her, being all alone while he was away for weeks or even months at a time, and so he tried to make up for being gone by doing everything he could in the time he had at home.

The fact that he was home now, and she was having to do more work because of it, upset him quite a bit.

“Cooper, fork,” Laura scolded gently as the boy picked up a piece of scrambled egg with his fingers and popped it into his mouth.

“Dad doesn’t have to use a fork,” the boy argued.

“Dad also doesn’t have hands right now,” Laura said with a raised eyebrow, handing her son the utensil.

Cooper muttered rebelliously but took it.

“There you are, honey,” Laura said with a playful smirk, setting another full plate before Clint. He nosed a little kiss to her shoulder as she sat down again, not even bothering to react to what was probably supposed to be a bear joke.

Laura grabbed one more bite of her own breakfast, turning to feed Nate another mouthful of whatever apple-orange-banana mix was in the jar she held, and Clint turned his attention down to his plate.

He’d rather lost his appetite after his previous train of thought, but Laura had gone to the trouble of fetching him seconds, so he settled down and mechanically ate his way across the plate, letting instinct take care of the motions more than hunger. Once he’d cleared the second serving of eggs into his stomach, he sat back from the table a bit, watching the rest of his family finish their breakfast.

“Daddy, are you gonna hibernate all winter?” Lila asked, stirring some scrambled eggs around her plate absently.

“He’d better not,” Laura threatened with a grin, “he’s got firewood to chop.”

Clint gave a little shrug, turning to wrap an arm around Lila as she hopped up to give him a hug.

“I wanna hibernate too! I don’t want to go to school.”

Clint let out a little snort, pressing a sloppy kiss to her head.

“Does that mean yes?”

He gave a soft growl, butting his head against her shoulder.

“Awww…”

Clint nudged the girl back toward her seat at the table with a little snort.

“Hey, Mom,” Cooper piped up, waiting for Laura’s soft, questioning hum before continuing. “Are we still going on a picnic this afternoon?”

Clint perked up, blinking.

Oh. Right. He’d promised the kids that they would all go on a picnic when he got back from rescuing Wanda from the compound and helping Steve with the super soldiers. To make up for the water skiing trip.

Beside him, Laura tensed ever so slightly, and she shot a quick glance at him, her expression saying that she was leaving the option in his paws.

(HANDS. In his hands. Christ, she had him doing it too…)

Clint looked between the pleading expressions of his children and let out a long breath. He’d already skipped the water skiing trip. Who was he to disappoint the kids twice?

With a final glance at Laura for confirmation, Clint nodded his head, and his kids both cheered.

“I’ll start in on packing food after breakfast, then,” Laura said with a little smile, spooning another scoop of baby food into Nathaniel’s mouth. “You two get dressed to go out – don’t forget sunscreen and bug repellent – and help your father dig out the picnic basket. The blanket should be folded up inside.”

Cooper was quick to wolf down the last few bites of his breakfast, scampering from the table with his cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk, but only made the doorway before Laura’s call of “Cooper, where does your plate go?” had him doubling back to clear his place away. Lila managed to actually chew and swallow between the last few bites of her breakfast (Clint didn’t miss her scraping her extra egg onto his plate before she announced she was done) and was quick to follow her brother from the room after placing her dishes in the sink.

Laura shook her head in fond exasperation, glancing back at him with a smile as he dipped his head to clear the last bit of Lila’s breakfast from his own plate. He carefully began to pick up the dish in his paws, ready to clear it off into the sink, but Laura placed a gentle hand over his paw before he could.

“I’ll get it, Clint.”

He couldn’t stop his ears from drooping a little, that nagging feeling of being a burden coming back, but his perfect wife pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose before he could dwell on it for more than a moment.

“I know you want to help, but I’d rather do a little extra work than risk my dishes getting broken. Besides,” she added with a little smile. “I need you to go move that pile of rocks in the front yard around to the garden. They’re too heavy for me to pick up, and you did promise me you’d have that retaining wall for my herbs put in before Mother’s Day.”

Clint dipped his head in acknowledgement, snuffling a kiss to her cheek before heading toward the front yard.

Moving rocks, he could do. Everything else, well…he would just have to figure it out when he got there.