Carol could only imagine how hard it must be to give up the whole action scene. She couldn’t handle a lot of peaceful days in a row, sure they were nice, but they were so used to being active and dealing with threats, that she needed the action in her life. She still wasn’t sure if that was sad or not. The way Clint was describing his situation made a lot of sense, she could understand what he meant. "You have to put them first, I get it." Nobody would ever blame him for putting them first, it was what every parent should do. Plus, taking care of them, specially at the age they were, meant that the job must be exhausting, Clint wouldn’t be as aware on the field as he usually was, so why risk it? "Still, going to work without you is weird for all of us." It was her way of saying that everyone missed him, because they did. Working together for so long makes you get used to people.
Once she was done, she walked over to the trash can to dump the remnants of the lamp and to put the broom away, never missing a word Clint was saying. "It must be exciting for them with all the magic around." She smiled, looking at the little pair. They seemed like perfectly healthy kids, full of energy. "You should bring them to the Tower sometime, Thor would love them." Plus they would have tons of things to look at and play with. “We can even take turns watching them to give you a break, you look like you could use one.” It was a suggestion but she wouldn’t mind, anything to help a friend out. The Captain knelt to play with a curious Alex who was approaching, she picked him up and twirled around holding above her head. "He is adorable."
While he left the room, she held Alex in her arms, allowing him to play with the blonde strands of hair that fell around her shoulders. She was in the process of tickling the little guy when Clint came back into the room. Carol eyed Clint’s pleading figure before putting the baby down and walking up to take the files. She found herself nodding slowly, letting out a sigh. "I’d love to stay and give you a hand. Frankly I’m curious about your cooking." She smirked, putting the files on a side table.
"You’re sweet," Clint grinned, "And I miss you guys too, but I just can’t yet, y’know? Gotta get things settled here before going back to the fighting supervillains gig. I mean, what happens if I get my stupid ass hurt again? You know how injury-prone I can be. Me hospitalized would not bode well for the sanity of the man that does my laundry. He doesn’t like babysitting." And really, maybe Clint should stop leaving his laundry for Wong to do, but he threw out the shirts that got really stained so that the guy didn’t have to deal with all that crap, at the very least.
"Oh, its exciting all right. Especially for that one," he replied, pointing at Diana, "Sometimes it’s so exciting that the microwave explodes.” There was a note of accusation in his voice, but Diana only giggled at him, as she normally did when he brought it up. He didn’t know what it was with her and microwaves, but maybe they were just more sensitive to her magic for some reason. He looked back over at Carol and shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, maybe. Don’t really talk to Thor much anymore, though. Not since Balder— there’s some residual issues there, I think.” He didn’t really blame Thor for not wanting to see him, or maybe it was just some unspoken mutual avoidance at this point. The truth was that he had played a part, however small, in Balder’s death. It was something he couldn’t forgive himself for, not even with the moving on, so why should Thor? He didn’t plan to ever bring it up to Thor’s face, because he didn’t want to know for sure whether Thor hated him now. Stephen had said Thor wouldn’t, more than once, but it was a risk Clint wasn’t really willing to take.
He shrugged a shoulder again at her offer. “Yeah, maybe. Sounds like a good plan,” he replied, grinning a little as she bent to pick up Alex. “Oh, he gets all that from Kate. Or Tony. I’ve seen baby pictures of Tony, and he was pretty adorable,” Clint grinned, “I—er, yeah, he’s…I adopted him. Kate didn’t think she was cut out for the parenting thing.” He realized belatedly that most of the others probably didn’t know that tidbit, just that Clint had wound up with another munchkin somehow.
"Uh…" Clint hedged at her response, scratching at the back of his head. "I can do pasta, sometimes, and maybe fire up a grill, but my only real talent is for dialing the Chinese place down the road," he replied, "I mean, its really a miracle I ever managed to survive on my own."