Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton x Sister!Reader

You sat at the kitchen table with your niece and nephew, you were babysitting them, while their mother went to a doctor appointment with their youngest sibling. Her brother, Cooper, sat across from her working on his History homework, while Lila was working on her vocabulary for English. You were currently testing her on some of the words, "Asinine?" She paused her eyes flickering to the right as she tried to remember. "Stupid or foolish." You nodded, "Like your father." A well-aimed pencil hit you in the back of the head, your twisted and looked over at your older brother with a shocked and mocking hurt impression. He pressed his lips together in a mocking smile and tilted his head, acting innocent but you knew that look, it was the same one he used when he wanted to get away with something from when you were younger. "Blasé?" Lila drew in a breath and paused. "Indifferent or unimpressed." You grinned over at Clint. "Like me when your father tries to impress someone with his archery skills." You mocked, he scoffed. "What years did Ptolemy I Soter's reign, again?" Cooper interrupted questioningly. "305 or 304, historians are kind of rocky on that to 282 BC." You answered when he couldn't find it in his textbook. You turned to Lila, "Abditory?" She paused and pursed her lips. "A place to disappear or a hiding place. Usually used to explain why someone is always reading." She nodded, "Or when Cooper disappears when its his turn to do the dishes."

"Hey!" Cooper protested, you shrugged, "Your father used to do the same thing."

"No, I didn't!" He shouted from across the house, where he was grabbing his gear. You twisted back to Lila, "Daguerreotype?"

"A photograph taken employing the process of an iodine-sensitized silvered plate and mercury vapour." You both turned your heads over to stare at Cooper shocked. "I read." Was his offended answer. "Logolepsym, love of words." Clint entered the room, "My little sister always so malevolent." You squinted at him as his children gave him weird looks. "Do you even know what that means?" You questioned. "Yeah, well-meaning or kindly, right." You grinned wickedly at him, "Sure." He left with a confused look on his face, he then left to go pick up some shopping, that he had forgotten what to get. Once the door slammed shut, and the roar of his car had disappeared into the distance. Cooper turned to you, "Isn't that the meaning for benevolent?" You nodded, "Want to help me be malevolent and pull a prank on your father?" Their eyes filled with mirth, fingers twitching as they began to slowly plan.

Clint entered the now silent house, he shook his head when he discovered the hastily scribbled note strewn on Lila's completed homework. There was a small drawing of him fishing, accompanied by the Cheshire cat's grin. He began to walk to his living room, and once he opened the door, it tipped the bucket of glitter and confetti to shower down on him. The green, gold, and black colours danced and fluttered in his field of vision, obscuring the small streaks that were his children, who crashed heavily into him causing him to fall. He caught the small wiggling bodies and fell onto the floor. He looked up at your figure also covered in green, gold and black glitter and confetti before he looked down at his giggling children. He noted a cloak of similar colouring around your shoulders but thought nothing of it as you always liked to wear cloaks as a child and still wore them now. Your impish grin over took your features as you informed your brother, "Malevolent means evil or venomous. Benevolent means well-meaning or kindly." You delivered a smacking kiss to his forehead. His laughter filled the room, joined by yours, with Lila and Cooper's giggling hiding between the raucous guffaws.