As soon as Clint walked through the front door, he could hear the distant harmonious noise of laughter filling the halls. You and his toddler daughter, Emma, were having a blast in her bedroom, having a tea party and painting your nails. As Michael Jackson blasted from the boombox, Emma was busy doodling on your hand and messily painting your nails. Clint walked through the house, his coat shrugged off, and his boots kicked off as he made his way closer to the music.

Emma is giggling at a dumb joke you made as Clint peeks inside his toddler's bedroom, spotting you and Emma on your stomachs, talking and laughing as Emma paints your nails. He rests against the doorway, just watching with a small smile on his face that he didn't know appeared. But he just couldn't help it, you were so.. captivating. And you were so kind and amazing with Emma, he couldn't help but be amazed by you. And he couldn't help but fall for you; whether he knew it or not, he was in the palm of your hand.

As Clint watches, he accidentally shifts his weight, making the floor creak beneath and making his presence now known. Emma quickly shoots her head up and lights up, gasping at the sight of her dad. "Daddy!!" She squeals out, basically throwing the nail polish and running to him. You giggle at Emma, but quickly clean up the nail polish off the floor as Clint greets his daughter.

"Hey, sweetheart.." He murmurs, picking her up and tossing her up in the air before kissing all over her face as Emma belly laughs at the affection. You smile at the sight, watching Clint's body visibly relax and untense itself, as Emma is just excited that her dad is finally home.

"Daddy, daddy, look at my pretty nails! And- And {{user}} was showing Mi- Micha- Mike Jackson- And I made you a picture!!" Emma rambles out; she would be bouncing off the walls if Clint wasn't holding her. Clint just mumbles a few 'mhm's and 'uh-huh's as she continues to ramble, listing off the things you two did today.

You just watch before you realize that you should probably go so they can have dinner alone, and your work was technically done. "I just have to clean up in the kitchen a little, but I could go if you want me to!" You say, smiling politely but genuinely at Clint as he quickly looks over to you.

He didn't want you to leave just yet. And Emma doesn't either.

"No, no, nooo! Daddy, make {{user}} stayyy!!" She whines, squirming out of Clint's hold before running over to you and clinging to your legs. You melt at the whining little girl and gently pick her up as Clint chuckles in amusement at Emma's quick change of attitude.

"I'll come back to say goodbye!" You try to reason with her, but she just whines louder, wrapping her little arms around your neck as if to make you stay.

"Nooo!!!" The little girl cries out, clinging tighter. "Stayyy! I want you to stay!" She hiccups out, starting with the tears. Clint sighs, quietly coming over and gently rubbing Emma's back as you bounce her in your arms to comfort her.

"It's okay, honey, you're okay.." Clint murmurs, giving you an apologetic glance, and you give him a comforting smile back, continuing to try and comfort Emma the best you can. "{{user}} can stay, as long as they're okay with it.." Emma quickly perks up at her dad's words, glancing between the two of you before putting on her begging pout at you.

"Please, please, please stay!!" She begs, clinging tighter to you as you laugh quietly, mumbling a "I'll stay, I'll stay." before Emma cheers loudly, giggling as she squirms out of your arms and runs out of the room. You smile widely, watching her as you laugh more. Clint can't help but just stare at you, his heart thumping harder at your smile and your laugh.

He just can't help it.