FIC Not so Shrinking Violet
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shanachie_quillTitle: Not so Shrinking Violet
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Ariana Barton
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For: quitehopeless
Prompt: purple hair
Summary: Ariana finds an old picture of Clint and wants to copy something her daddy did.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: for my series, slight for quitehopeless’s story (but doesn’t actually follow her story)
Warnings: Ariana is persuasive, Clint loves his daughter, Natasha is amused by them both
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: When quitehopeless posted her prank war story for me, one of the things mentioned was Clint’s hair… Ariana immediately started talking about how she wanted purple hair. And this came about… slowly but it came about. Hopefully she likes it as much as I liked the prank war story! Thanks to illfindmyway for her assistance with this.
Three Years After the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
“Daddy, who’s this?” Ariana asked, hanging over the chair and shoving a picture into Clint’s face.
Clint pulled the picture back from right in front of his face so he could see it clearly. “Button, where did you find this?”
“In a box,” Ariana explained. She pushed on the picture again. “Who is it?”
He grabbed her, flipping her over his shoulder and into his lap. Ariana giggled as she attempted to hang onto the picture and not slide off onto the floor. “That…” Clint grabbed the picture out of her hand and turned it right side up again. “Is me. And I’m not sure what box you were digging in to find it, but it was clearly one you should not have been in.”
Ariana snatched the picture back from her father. “Daddy, I want purple hair.”
“Yeah. No,” Clint told her. “Your mother would kill me.”
She flopped backwards on the couch. “Mommy wouldn’t kill you. Mommy loves you.”
“Mommy might love me, Button, but I think she’d object to me turning your fiery locks a different color.”
Sitting back up, she insisted, “I’ll tell her it was my idea.”
“No.”
Ariana shook the picture at him. “I know. We’ll both have purple hair.”
“JARVIS,” Natasha said as she toed off her shoes, “where are Clint and Ariana?”
“Agent Barton and Miss Ariana are in the kitchen,” the AI promptly replied.
“What… Never mind,” Natasha said. “I’ll go see them. Thank you, JARVIS.”
As she got closer to the kitchen, she could hear giggling. Reaching the doorway, she paused, leaning against the frame as she watched the by-play in the kitchen. Ariana perched on the counter, waving the wooden sword at her father, who was parrying with his own sword.
“Clinton,” she drawled. “Why does my daughter have purple hair?”
Clint spun around, almost over-balancing and displaying none of his normal grace. “Tasha! Hi! How was… work?”
“Mommy!” Ariana waved with her sword before realizing what she was doing and waving with her free hand. “Hi. Mommy!”
“Dyetka, why do you have purple hair?” Natasha asked, deciding she might get a straight answer out of her daughter.
“Daddy has purple hair, too!” Ariana answered.
“I see that,” Natasha agreed. “And what brought this on.”
Clint dug a picture out of his pocket, handing it over to her. “Button found an old picture. It’s from…” He waited until she’d taken the picture from him. “It’s from when I was in the circus.” He tried a smile at her. “The dye’ll wash out.”
Natasha walked across the room, lifting Ariana down from the counter. “Why don’t you go play until it’s time for dinner?” she suggested.
Ariana hugged her around the waist. “Okay, Mommy. Love you.”
“Ya lyooblYOO tebYA takzhe.” Natasha leaned down and kissed her on her purple hair.
Clint smiled at her after the little girl had run from the room. “Drink?” he asked.
“Please.”
Ya lyooblYOO tebYA takzhe—I love you, too (capital letters are stresses)
dyetka—baby
Characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Ariana Barton
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For: quitehopeless
Prompt: purple hair
Summary: Ariana finds an old picture of Clint and wants to copy something her daddy did.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: for my series, slight for quitehopeless’s story (but doesn’t actually follow her story)
Warnings: Ariana is persuasive, Clint loves his daughter, Natasha is amused by them both
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: When quitehopeless posted her prank war story for me, one of the things mentioned was Clint’s hair… Ariana immediately started talking about how she wanted purple hair. And this came about… slowly but it came about. Hopefully she likes it as much as I liked the prank war story! Thanks to illfindmyway for her assistance with this.
Three Years After the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
“Daddy, who’s this?” Ariana asked, hanging over the chair and shoving a picture into Clint’s face.
Clint pulled the picture back from right in front of his face so he could see it clearly. “Button, where did you find this?”
“In a box,” Ariana explained. She pushed on the picture again. “Who is it?”
He grabbed her, flipping her over his shoulder and into his lap. Ariana giggled as she attempted to hang onto the picture and not slide off onto the floor. “That…” Clint grabbed the picture out of her hand and turned it right side up again. “Is me. And I’m not sure what box you were digging in to find it, but it was clearly one you should not have been in.”
Ariana snatched the picture back from her father. “Daddy, I want purple hair.”
“Yeah. No,” Clint told her. “Your mother would kill me.”
She flopped backwards on the couch. “Mommy wouldn’t kill you. Mommy loves you.”
“Mommy might love me, Button, but I think she’d object to me turning your fiery locks a different color.”
Sitting back up, she insisted, “I’ll tell her it was my idea.”
“No.”
Ariana shook the picture at him. “I know. We’ll both have purple hair.”
“JARVIS,” Natasha said as she toed off her shoes, “where are Clint and Ariana?”
“Agent Barton and Miss Ariana are in the kitchen,” the AI promptly replied.
“What… Never mind,” Natasha said. “I’ll go see them. Thank you, JARVIS.”
As she got closer to the kitchen, she could hear giggling. Reaching the doorway, she paused, leaning against the frame as she watched the by-play in the kitchen. Ariana perched on the counter, waving the wooden sword at her father, who was parrying with his own sword.
“Clinton,” she drawled. “Why does my daughter have purple hair?”
Clint spun around, almost over-balancing and displaying none of his normal grace. “Tasha! Hi! How was… work?”
“Mommy!” Ariana waved with her sword before realizing what she was doing and waving with her free hand. “Hi. Mommy!”
“Dyetka, why do you have purple hair?” Natasha asked, deciding she might get a straight answer out of her daughter.
“Daddy has purple hair, too!” Ariana answered.
“I see that,” Natasha agreed. “And what brought this on.”
Clint dug a picture out of his pocket, handing it over to her. “Button found an old picture. It’s from…” He waited until she’d taken the picture from him. “It’s from when I was in the circus.” He tried a smile at her. “The dye’ll wash out.”
Natasha walked across the room, lifting Ariana down from the counter. “Why don’t you go play until it’s time for dinner?” she suggested.
Ariana hugged her around the waist. “Okay, Mommy. Love you.”
“Ya lyooblYOO tebYA takzhe.” Natasha leaned down and kissed her on her purple hair.
Clint smiled at her after the little girl had run from the room. “Drink?” he asked.
“Please.”
Ya lyooblYOO tebYA takzhe—I love you, too (capital letters are stresses)
dyetka—baby
