AN: This will be a series of random one shots focusing on S.H.I.E.L.D.S greatest trio. The rating will more then likely go up. There will be occasional appearances of Stark Spangle Banner. Hope you guys like it. It's my first Avengers fanfic so I'm kind of nervous about it so all the help would be great.

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Summary: Natasha has been away for two weeks and her boys welcome her home.

A small smile broke out on Natasha's face as she entered the small apartment, she could hear her partner's soft humming coming from the kitchen and the smell of something delicious filled her nose. When she got to the kitchen her smile got wider, she had been gone for over two weeks and the sight that greeted her was more than welcoming. She walked closer leaning up against the wall as Clint's back was turned to her stirring a pot on the stove still humming, she could see that he was in deep concentration.

She was so absorbed in watching Clint that she didn't that anyone was else there with them until she felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. It startled her at first causing her to jump taking her a minute to realize that the arms belong to her other lover. Natasha twisted around to were her and Phil were face to face, she leaned up and kissed his lips.

"Welcome home, Nat." He said into her hair as she wrapped arms around him just breathing him in.

After a few moments past Clint joined the two, wrapping his arms around Natasha from behind sandwiching her between him and Phil, she smiled as they had their arms wrapped around her tightly it almost made leaving worth it. Almost. He nuzzled her neck, causing her to shiver. "Missed you, Tasha." He whispered in her ear.

After they untangled their selves from each other, Clint went back to cooking and Natasha plopped down on a nearby couch pulling Phil next to her putting her feet in his lap. She missed this being home with her boys; she hated long missions away from them.

After they ate Phil did the dishes while Natasha told them about her mission, while Clint rubbed her feet, making her feel like a queen, paying special attention to all her little aches. It amused her how domestic the three of them had gotten when they weren't on missions or at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Bedtime rolled around and Natasha laid in the middle of her two lovers, which was normally Clint's nightly spot but he willing gave it up to her for the night. She had her head on Phil's chest his hands absentmindedly playing with her dark red hair while Clint was snuggled into her side holding onto her waist. She smiled to herself before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

This was what coming home felt like.

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