Nataniel Barton / Hawkeye II.

the journey may be over, but the legacy will endure.

⠀ « ... I'm sure... » short exhale. ⠀

⠀ « As long as you stay out of my way... » ⠀

⠀ « Mhm. » ⠀

⠀ « To... The fight ? » ⠀

a quiet chuckle followed the youngest barton's words as she filled his plate. "you think i'm a good cook? clearly, there's something wrong with your taste buds, buddy." she teased, gesturing for him to sit. "better eat up before your brother polishes it all off."

⠀ « Ah... Yeah. Had a fight in a fast food. Now I stink. » ⠀

⠀i ⠀am ⠀both ⠀𝐰𝐚𝐫 ⠀and ⠀𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧ˏ ⠀and ⠀you ⠀cannot ⠀stop ⠀me.

glancing up at the kid who had just popped out of the vent, she placed the plates on the table. "your mom made some creamy potato salad with bacon and lemonade fried chicken."

⠀ Never. She wouldn't. « I don't like fries. » ⠀

"nathaniel pietro barton, you might want to come eat at the dining table like a normal person." cue a rhythmic thump, handle of a broom knocked against the ceiling.

Was that your deal with my father?

she hopes the youngest doesn't inherit his father's preferred hiding spot and doesn't have to knock on the vents to get him out for dinner.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄.