Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in a while and I apologize for that. Really I do. It sucks of me to leave you guys hanging like that, but I promise that I will be updating a lot more in the next for days and weeks. I will have a lot more time on my hands from now on.

Anyway, this is a new story that I have been thinking about for a while now. I first fell in love with Quicksilver's character in X-Men: Days of Future's Past. And now that I've finally seen Avenger's Age of Ultron, I can finally pronounce my full on obsession with his character. Now don't get me wrong, I love Quicksilver's character, not the actor who plays him (Although Aaron Taylor-Johnson is very delicious looking)!

So I was playing around with a few ideas in my head about Quicksilver and an OC, so pay close attention before you read. First off, QS or Pietro Maximoff, did not die in the battle with Ultron. Duh! Although I have read the comics and know that the twins are the children of Eric Lensherr, or magneto, this will not be a crossover, I'm keeping them out. (At least for now, wink wink). And I'll try my best as far as the accent for the twins go. Also, I will be taking elements from both the comics and the movies, so try to follow along. Anything else you guys will just have to figure out on your own.

And without further ado, let's begin...

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel's Avengers or any names or characters affiliated with the franchise or comics, only my characters.

He woke up with an aggravated groan...again. He's beginning to realize that he should really just get used to it and shouldn't continue to let himself get bothered by it anymore, but he couldn't help it. Clinton Francis Barton is a man of few words and even fewer regrets. He takes prides in all of the these he's ever done, said, and created. No matter how bad a situation or a plan went to shit-and whether or not it was something that he independently came up with-he's never wished it any different. He always got the job done to his satisfaction at least.

But as he listened to the raucous laughter, the banging of dishes and utensils, too loud television, and constant thundering of small feet against the creaky floorboards he's beginning to ponder whether or not he's truly having his first regret.

Letting his teammates-ex-teammates-meet his family.

Clint groaned out once more before rubbing his eyes. Opening them groggily his eyes adjusted to the glare of the sun peeking through the shades from the windowsill near the bed. With a huff and a grumble of a few choice words under his breath he hauled his body out of bed and went about his morning routine.

It wasn't the loud banging or pots and pans and plates that really grated on his nerves. He loved the smell of home cooked meals that his beautiful wife cooked everyday. Her food delicious and she didn't blame the guys out there for salivating over it and coming here every other Sunday to enjoy it.

It wasn't the raucous laughter either. As a husband and family man he was used to noise. He woke to noise. He was lulled to sleep with noise. Hell, he fell in love with his wife surrounded by a bunch of noise. So it didn't bother him. Clint could even go so far to say that noise comforted him. Noise equals family. And he damn sure loved family. His circus days made sure of that.

It was the feet on the creaky floorboards that really got to him. The small feet running back and forth over the loose boards in the floors, or more specifically, the reason those tiny feet were running back and forth. Two words: Pietro Maximoff.

That white-haired quick bastard had wormed his way into his family and home. He couldn't get rid of him. His eastern European accented hooked his wife, his childish innocent-like nature attracted his children, and his loyalty and dedication made just about everyone else fall in love with him. So Clint was stuck with him. Clint couldn't nitpick exactly what about the kid that pissed him off, but it was something.

Maybe it had something to do with the very first time they met back with the situation with Strucker and how the bastard caused him to get shot. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the kid outsmarted and interrupted him a couple times in a battle, a feat nearly no one ever has before. Or maybe it was the fact that his wife had a teeny tiny crush-albeit innocent- on the kid. Clint absolutely refused to admit how adorable the accent was no matter how many times his wife asked him to.

But whatever the case, Pietro Maximoff irritated Clint Barton to no end.

Clint dressed for the day and made his way to the kitchen and living room to see just how much destruction his family and friends had caused so far. Clint somehow managed to both lazily and confidently walk into the room at the same time.

Laura looked over at her husband whose face was scrunched up in wary and irritation, However knowing her husband for as long as she has she could detect the underlying stress-free and utmost relaxed state of his body. Laura knew that despite her husband's constant complaints about his teammates trashing their house whenever they came over, that he really craved this sense of family that he was deprived of growing up.

Laura made eye contact with Clint and watched as his muscles flexed and strained as he walked over to her arms wide open and engulfed her in his manly scent. She took a lungful of his scent as she usually did when he wrapped his arms around her as much as he could with her very pregnant belly and melted in her embrace. He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her waist.

"Where's my plate woman?"

She raised and eyebrow at his playful demand.

"It's right over there-"

She pointed to the spot on the kitchen island that she laid his plate on only to realize that the plate was empty, except for a for a few crumbs.

"That rotten litt-!"

"Clint," Laura whispered warningly when she heard the growl in his voice.

"Maximoff!"

A gust a wind swept across their face and a handsome young man with a light dusting of dark facial hair appeared in front of them. His hair hung down in thick white waved darkening to black at the roots. He had a youthful smile on his face that quickly turned smug as his eyes held mischief. Pietro knew why Clint called for him.

"You called old man?"

"You ate my food."

"You 'ver moving a little too slow for me, old man," Pietro teased. "But I guess it comes with old age, no?"

Clint opened his mouth to give a comeback but Pietro cut him off.

"Sorry. Got to run. Your children 'vont run after 'zem selves." And he was gone before their eyes could register the movement.

Laura giggled as she watched her husband glare at the white-haired young man. He was quite handsome and Laura, like most women, had a soft spot for accents. But most of all, Pietro and Wanda reminded her of small children. They were forced to grow up too fast and in a traumatic manner. Despite all they've done and their age, she couldn't help but small softly as they interacted with her family.

"Oh, Clint," Laura murmmed to the grumbling man. "Don't worry, I made plenty of food."

Clint stopped his grumbling at the mentioning of food. His stomach gave a growl and looked towards where his wife was gesturing to see the stove and counter tops still stocked with a variety of breakfast foods. His eyes widened at the spread his wife laid out.

"Laura, I know they're savages and all, especially Thor-"

"Watch it, brother!" The Thunder God in question shouted from the other side of the room.

"But don't you think you went a bit overboard?"

Clint grabbed a few strips of bacon and dipped it into the jelly jam jar beside the stack of pancakes and bit it. Laura's face twisted at the sight of her husband's weird habit.

"Clint, what did I tell you about that?" She scolded him giving him a whack across the back of his head.

Clint absent mindedly rubbed the spot she hit and gave his wife a grin. Laura hated when he and his daughter did that. His daughter got quite a few of his odd ticks that made his wife scold the both of them plenty of times over the years. The thought of his daughter actually brought something to the front of his mind.

"And I made all this because-"

"Hey, when did Boo say she was coming again?" Clint asked dipping his bacon in the jar once more.

"If you would let me finish without interrupting me, you would know. And stop doing that! That's gross!" Laura exclaimed as she moved the jelly jar out of Clint's reach.

"Anyway, Boo said that she was coming sometime this week-"

"Okay," Clint nodded.

"BUT she said a few things came up and she was gonna come early instead."

Clint froze.

"How early?"

"Tomorrow, possibly today early."

It wasn't that Clint didn't want people to meet Boo. Hell, that wasn't it at all. He wasn't ashamed of Boo. Boo is one of the best things that have ever happened to him. And he was damn proud of Boo. But no one knows about Boo besides Laura, Cooper, and Lila. Not even Natasha or Fury knew about Boo. Which is not an easy task.

Fury's only known about Laura for the past ten years, which is when they set up this safe house here. Laura had just turned ten at the time and was away at a field trip for school when Fury burst in Clint's small apartment with his new girlfriend. He didn't stay long enough to meet Boo. Clint thought it was best to not mention Boo seeing as though Fury was oblivious to it.

Tasha's only known about this part of his life for the past six years. Cooper was already a year old and Lila was on the way. Boo got accepted to this prestigious school for high school and had to do a summer workshop for it. Clint hated every minute being away from Boo that long for the first time. So Clint and Laura never mentioned anything about Boo seeing as Clint wasn't handling it the best. Almost immediately after Natasha met his family there was Budapest, which was a perfect distraction from the torment of being away from Boo.

So you could kinda understand why Clint was mentally freaking out right about now.

"Laura?" Clint lowered his voice and stepped closer so no one else could pick up on the conversation. Thank God Vision and Wanda decided to stay back at HQ today to help with the new recruits Fury found.

"Huh?"

"Why didn't you tell me this before now? What am I supposed to do if she just show up? How am I supposed to explain that? Boo's just a kid!" Clint whispered frantically.

"Oh for Pete's sake Clint! Boo is a grown woman. She can handle herself , she always could. And you need to stop hiding her away like...like...I don't life what, but you need to stop hiding her away from company!"

Laura never could understand why Clint went to great lengths to hide Boo from everyone else. If it was a privacy issue than why tell the Avengers about his family now? If it was a issue concerning the dangers of the secret of his family, then why let Natasha know? Laura has been trying to introduce Boo to Natasha for the longest, she hated lying to the woman who was almost like a sister to her, but Clint wouldn't have it.

"But-"

"No 'buts' Clint. If Boo were to show up right this instant then you would just have to deal with it!"

And Clint struggled to find something to say. He knew when Laura got angry it was never good to argue with her and piss her off even more. But an angry and pregnant Laura, that was definite no-no.

"Now, fix yourself a plate, here's your coffee, and sit down and eat."

Nothing else was said on the matter. Laura only said that there was a possibility, a very small one, of Boo showing up today. She could always show up tomorrow. It would be plenty of time to get the Avengers to leave. None of them would see her and Boo was still be a mystery to them. There was nothing for Clint to worry himself over It. The chances of her coming right this instant were so slim that Clint nearly laughed at his earlier worries.

Clint took a good look of the rom for the first time since waking.

Cooper and Lila was out in the backyard chasing the abominable blur and giggling loudly. Their laughter drifted the half opened windows. Cap and Natasha were bent over a laptop checking something out. From the frustrated way Natasha ran her fingers through her scarlet hair Clint knew it had something to do with Bruce. He made a point to ask about that later. Tony was on the couch laid out comfortably teaching Thor all about trash TV. Thor was very much confused at the behavior of the people and asked non stop questions. Tony was clearly getting fed up that his trash TV time was being interrupted.

Clint couldn't help but chuckle under his breath at the pair. Clint completely understood Thor's confusion of why mortals would find such behavior entertaining. But seeing as how Clint sometimes would catch himself getting caught up in a Real Housewives show, he wholly understood Tony's reasons to find the shows addicting.

The sound of purring engine however made everyone pause. Clint froze with a fork full of scrambled eggs halfway to his mouth. Laura froze with a pancake on the spatula as she made to put it on the top of the stack already there. Thor and Tony were wrestling over the remote when they too froze. Steve and Natasha heads snapped in the direction of the engine as it purred louder and louder, getting closer to the small farmhouse. He could still hear Cooper and Lila playing and chasing around Pietro in the back.

Clint could just barely make out the dark green paint job on the motorbike when he was out his seat to meet the person as they pulled the bike to a stop. The others followed his lead, Thor subtlety calling Mjolnir and Natasha cocking her weapon, as he made his way to the visitor.

Everyone watched as the visitor cut the engine on the bike and put it in park kicking the kickstand. The visitor was clearly identified as a woman when she through her long legs over the side of the beautiful piece of machinery.

The woman was fairly short when she stood up completely, and yet somehow her legs managed to look like they ran on for miles. Her tiny feet were incased in ratty old converses that look like she drew on them. Her light and distressed jeans were ripped in various spots showing off her light caramel complexion of her skin. The jeans hugs every curve of her shapely hips and thighs to the point tat they looked painted on. The hoodie she wore on top beneath her jacket was tight and showcased her small waist.

The mystery woman tore off her helmet that hid the rest of her and revealed a smiling face to the gathered crowd.

"Honey, I'm home."

"Boo!" Two shouts followed by thundering small feet sounded before two small blurs attacked the newcomer.

Pietro came to a halt feet from the woman bringing a gust of wind with him. His look of confusion quickly appeared before it was replaced with something else. But his eyes never left the woman.

"Boo! How long are you staying?"

"Come on Boo! Let me show you my new bike!"

"Boo did you bring me something back?!"

"Hey, what about me?! I'm your favorite!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yah huh!"

And with that Cooper and Lila were engaged in a heated battle of back and forth of before Laura broke through the stunned and confused crowd and engulfing the young woman in a tight hug.

"Can't...breathe...Laura!" The woman choked out."

"Oh sorry Boo," Laura broke away with a laugh and wiping her teary eyes. "Oh Boo it feel like forever since you've last. Look at you. You get shorter and shorter every time I see you," she giggled.

The woman now established as Boo laughed.

"I can't help that I get my short genes from my dad."

"How much you want to bet that she's another agent?" Tony whispered to his teammates while holding up a twenty dollar bill. The other placed their own bills in his hand.

"I'm not short," Clint finally managed to get out from his panicked state. "I'm what is known as fun size. You could ask Laura."

Clint came to the front and stood over the woman while hugging her tightly to him. He kissed her forehead and whispered something to her, which made her laugh, and then pulled back to look her over.

"I really do think you got shorter though, Boo."

The woman swung an arm out but missed when he dodged chuckling at her slow reflexes.

"Okay, I'll bite. What's a 'Boo'?" Tony intruded on the little family moment.

The woman turned to face him and the others for the first time as though just noticing them.

"I'm a Boo," she gave a short wave.

"Wait. I am confused. Are you not mortal? Is that another species here on Midgard?" Thor questioned.

"No, I'm assuming Boo is her nickname," Steve evaluated. But then a look of confusion crossed his face again. "But who are you exactly?"

"Boo is my daughter. Boo, meet the Avengers. Avengers, Boo," Clint awkwardly greeted everyone. "Now that everything is cleared up why don't we take this into the house."

Everyone shuffled, most still even more confused than before over the recent turn of events, into the house after Clint and Boo. Laura moved Boo over to the kitchen island and placed a full plate of hot breakfast in front of her. Cooper and Lila had not stopped clinging to her and continued to pester her with questions as Boo did her best to answer them.

"Umm...okay. Now that everyone is in the house and Boo is eating breakfast could you, I don't know, actually explain what the hell just happened?" Tony was the first to burst. Natasha was too stunned to say anything, and frankly, a tad hurt that she had no idea about Clint's other child-woman in his life. Pietro had yet to say anything but stared intensely at the woman unable to look away.

Clint blew out a breath and knew that it made no sense to try and hide is secret child anymore. The gig was up and maybe it was about time that everything was about to be out and in the open.

"Boo is my daughter that no one knew about."

Tony snorted and rolled his eyes.

"When Fury first approached me about SHIELD and offered protection for my family Boo was in school. Fury made it seem as though he knew nothing about Boo and I didn't bother correcting him. When I introduced Tash to my family, Boo was away at the time for a summer thing for school, and it was a little rough for me so her name never came up. Any time Natasha or you guys have been here, Boo never was and vice versa."

"Why keep her a secret?" Steve asked.

Clint shrugged. "I don't know. Boo's always just been the one thing that SHIELD never could touch so I wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible."

"Budapest makes a lot more sense now," Natasha commented offhandedly.

"So how exactly did you get your nickname?" Tony asked. There was something about the young woman that had drawn Tony in and brought out overwhelming feelings of overprotectiveness. She had a great sense of humor, similar to his own, and found himself comfortable around her.

Everyone was gathered around Boo as she laughed huskily and rolled her eyes at the question. She had that kind of personality that made others flock to her. She was a natural and entrancing a crowd and capturing their utmost attention.

"Well that's Pooper's fault actually," she laughed as she messed Cooper's hair. He blushed at the attention now on him and hurriedly fixed his hair.

"My actual name is Marley, Marley Quinn Barton."

"Marley Quinn? Like-?"

"Yeah, like Harley Quinn from DC comics. I'm personally not that big of a fan for them but dad was a total geek back in the day."

"Ew. DC, people actually read those? I'm a Marvel fan, myself."

"Me too! Anyway, Cooper was almost a year old and was babbling around randomly and drooling over every surface. I so desperately wanted to get him to say my name first, especially since I was leaving soon for an accelerated Summer program. So here I am, begging him to say Marley, and all he did was stare at me blankly with a sopping wet finger hanging out of his mouth. Then I just resorted to all renditions of my name. Quinn, Marley Quinn, Mar, MQ, whatever took really.

"The last one actually got a reaction from him, MQ, and he watched as my lips formed them wordlessly mouthing them as well. When he finally did open his mouth to say something, instead of MQ, it was Boo. And Boo just kind of stuck ever since."

"Hold up, something you said earlier, Clint. You said that Fury first approached you ten years ago. I remember you telling me that you and Laura met ten years ago. But how is that possible if Marley obviously isn't ten?" Natasha thought aloud.

"I can explain that one easily. Laura isn't my birth mother," Marley replied easily.

"If Lady Laura is not your mother of birth, then who is?" Thor asked next.

"And how old are you exactly?" Tony butted in afterwards. "You can't be older than eighteen."

"I'll be 21 soon, actually. And to answer you question Thor, I don't really know, nor do I care to find out. My dad had me pretty young and she was never in my life. End of story."

"I met her mother when I still working in the circus-" Clint cleared up but was cut off by Pietro, who, up until this moment, had been completely silent.

"You 'vorked in the circus?" His eastern European accent caused Marley's eyes to drift over to him. Pietro couldn't even think about where he was going with that joke when he made eye contact with Marley for the fist time. He caught himself drowning into whirlpools of chocolates and hazel nuts and gold flakes. Pietro had never seen eyes quite like that before. Brown was typically a very boring color that made for an even more boring eye shade. But not Marley's. Marley's found a way to interesting and stood out on her face against her creamy caramel complexion.

"Yeah, my dad used to work in the circus. It's a long story really," she brushed it off. It was her dad's story to tell not hers. If he wanted them to know he would tell them. If not it was none of their business. No matter how attractive they may be. "Where was I? Oh yeah. So my dad met some girl at one his shows, showed off a bit to impress her like the dork he is. BAM! Nine and half months later a small bundle was dropped off at his trailer with a note, a pacifier, and an extra diaper. He was stuck with me ever since."

Marley smiled at the end of her story. No matter how many times she's thought about it , it hasn't made it any easier. Whoever her 'mother' was she just couldn't comprehend how the woman could simply leave her kid at a stranger's doorstep, whether or not it was the father, and not give a shit. She never looked back and continued on with her life. But Marley tried not to let it upset her too much. Her dad was the best. It hasn't been exactly easy with just the two of them at first, but he made it work. Then Laura came into the picture and stole his heart and they became a family. When Laura had Cooper and Lila Marley couldn't be any more ecstatic. She loved her family and wouldn't trade them for the world.

"Okay enough of story time everyone." Everyone groaned at Laura's announcement. "Boo needs her rest, she must be exhausted from the drive. She'll continue with story time later."

Marley stood and helped Laura off the couch. The group dispersed and Laura helped Marley prepare to lay down in one of the guest rooms. Laura went to reach for some covers when Marley beat her to it.

"Chill out super woman. I can get my own covers. You should really be resting with that boulder of yours," Marley teased and then winced when she felt Laura pinch her.

"Watch it smartass. I swear, you and your father get more and more alike as the years go by."

"Well your stuck with us. No refunds."

"Eh. I've suffered this much with you guys so far, there's really no point in turning back and leaving now."

"I'm really feeling the love right now Laura, thanks," Deadpanned Marley.

Laura rolled her eyes at the dark-haired beauty who had stole her heart years ago with her big brown eyes and sour face. Laura can still remember the first time Clint introduced the two of them when they were dating and just beginning to get serious. She was sitting on a raggedy couch in a cramped apartment in the Bronx as she was being stared down by a small child. Clint was finishing getting dressed and making sure everything was turned off in the house for them to leave while Laura waited in the living room with Marley.

Marley wore a yellow t-shirt underneath a jean jumper that was slightly too big and had to be rolled up a few dozen times at the bottom. She wore these raggedy converses, similar to the ones she still wore today with scribbles and drawing all over them. Her dark tight curls were brushed horridly and stuffed into two uneven pigtails. A small barrette was thrown in there, but it didn't help matters at all. And Marley sat there looking every bit of the woman of the house with her chubby arms crossed in front of chest, mouth and nose scrunched up, and glaring down at Laura.

Somehow Marley made Laura feel three sizes smaller with her stare but she tried not to show it. So Laura found some courage and sat on the couch across from her beside Marley. Marley's eyes watched her suspiciously as she sat beside her. Her tense posture and arms quickly fell away when Laura began to fix Marley's hair. She took it out of the two pigtails and pinned the barrette on her shirt. Running her fingers through Marley's hair Laura was able to put it in a nice bun. Marley looked up at Laura with a new set of eyes that were slightly wet and gave her a tentative smile.

Thus Laura was sold on becoming a Barton after that.

Marley undressed and got under the covers. Laura bent down to give Marley a peck on the forehead before whispering an 'I Love You'. Marley smiled and sat it back just before she was out like a light.

So how was it? Tell me what you honestly think so far? To be completely honest, I have no idea where I'm going with it right now but I do plan to continue it. I do have a few other words that I need to update before I update this one, but expect to see a chapter 2 soon. Thank you for reading. Please review. It means the most to me.