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Natasha would find trying to fit into the Barton’s household both a joy and a pain. Clint had spent the last seven years making their daughter Anastasia the center of his universe. He’d left behind adventuring and the lifestyle he’d spent his whole adult life creating to making sure the girl wasn’t lacking for both a mother and a father.
They had a modest house in Jersey with a decent sized back-yard facing a natural reserve where he and Ana could practice archery on the weekends. He worked security at a Stark Industries factory but was always certain to be back home in time for dinner and girl scouts nights. He coached archery at the local YMCA three days a week and all in all, Clint Barton had become a much better father than his own messed up childhood could have ever warranted.
Unfortunately, that meant Anastasia was used to being the apple of her father’s eye and had taken to Natasha’s addition in their familial dynamic somewhat contentiously. The young girl had never had to worry about competition for her father’s attention before and the redhaired child wasn’t finding it to her liking.
“No! I don’t want her coming.” Ana’s voice carried through the shut door of her room.
“Ana, don’t you want your mother to see you graduate to a Brownie?” Clint tried to cajole. Tonight, they were scheduled to appear at the community center so Anastasia could attend her girl scout’s ceremony where she graduated from the Daisies to the Brownies in the girl scout ranking.
"It was just supposed to be you, daddy."
"But it's not, munchkin, and it would hurt her feelings if she saw you acting like this."
[ooc: Since this is totally turning into its own verse, how does 'Seven Years Gone' sound for a verse name to you, love?]
They had a modest house in Jersey with a decent sized back-yard facing a natural reserve where he and Ana could practice archery on the weekends. He worked security at a Stark Industries factory but was always certain to be back home in time for dinner and girl scouts nights. He coached archery at the local YMCA three days a week and all in all, Clint Barton had become a much better father than his own messed up childhood could have ever warranted.
Unfortunately, that meant Anastasia was used to being the apple of her father’s eye and had taken to Natasha’s addition in their familial dynamic somewhat contentiously. The young girl had never had to worry about competition for her father’s attention before and the redhaired child wasn’t finding it to her liking.
“No! I don’t want her coming.” Ana’s voice carried through the shut door of her room.
“Ana, don’t you want your mother to see you graduate to a Brownie?” Clint tried to cajole. Tonight, they were scheduled to appear at the community center so Anastasia could attend her girl scout’s ceremony where she graduated from the Daisies to the Brownies in the girl scout ranking.
"It was just supposed to be you, daddy."
"But it's not, munchkin, and it would hurt her feelings if she saw you acting like this."
[ooc: Since this is totally turning into its own verse, how does 'Seven Years Gone' sound for a verse name to you, love?]