PriestessOfNox

"Remember, he needs his nap after lunch or he'll get cranky." Steve told Clint as he gave him a big blue duffle bag. "Yes, and he can't eat too much sugar or he won't sleep in the afternoon, I know." Clint replied, waving his hand dismissively. Tony was in a corner, his 2 year old son Peter on his arms. "Steeeeve." He whined. "I'm not sure this is a good idea." "You're the one who wanted to go to Europe for our anniversary." Steve rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes. But I don't trust Barton." Clint shouted an offended 'Hey!' just as Natasha arrived. "No one does, that's why I'm helping." "Well, I don't trust you, either." Tony said to Natasha a