School reports are a terrfying thing.
It didn't take long or Xavier to show up at the cabin. He was alone and looked more than a little miffed at the idea that another strike was being put against his new student. He heaved a sigh as he rolled in and spotted the exhausted child in Clint's arms. He gave a second sigh as he also spotted the large bags under the boys eyes. "Clint." He greets with a smile, the man turns to him with a forced smile.
"Charles." He tilts his head. "No Wanda?" He asks, his tone slightly disappointed. Xavier sighs heavily.
"No. I do not believe she would help in this situation." He states calmly, holding his arm out for the boy. "I need to examine his brain" He says calmly, Clint reluctantly set Tony in the mans arms and Charles blinked at the influx of pain and sorrow that rammed deep into his mind. "....You poor man." He says sincerely and rubs a hand over the boys head. "Rest your eyes and I'll see what I can get out." He mutters, the boy almost immediately fell asleep. Charles looked to Clint as he pressed his finger to the boys forehead and pulled it back. An angry red and black mist released its self from the boys head. "This." He says calmly. "Was done in rage, she did this after the spell was cast." He states calmly and Clint stiffened.
"Of course she did" He growls out and Xavier sighs a little.
"It should clear up a bit but be warned, he will still have some nightmares. He's suffered a long life." He states with a sigh.
"I'm sorry there wasn't much else I could do. But he'll sleep for the morning." He states handing the young Stark over to Clint. The man holds him close and smiles loosely at him.
"Thanks, how're you getting hom-" Xavier smiles a little and chuckles.
"I have my ways. Have fun." He nods his head a little and wheels out of the house.
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Tony woke up around noon to find that it was just him and Clint home at the moment. Clint was busily moving from room to room on a mission to clean everything, he didn't notice Tony staring at him silently from the crib or when the boy started to pull at the bars. He did notice when the boy gave a loud yell of annoyance. "Oh hey there baby boy." He grinned and walked over to Tony, his hands reaching down to lift him up.
"Clin', where ever'one?" Tony's voice asks, squirming in the hold of the older man. Clint smiled at him as he walked with him on his hip.
"Nat and Bruce are at school, Bucky's on a run and Steve's being a mother hen and shopping for dinner." He says calmly. "Figured you'd enjoy and Clint and me day" He smiled when the boy pouted. "I even got permission from Nat to pick her and Bruce up from school today." He chuckles when the boy wiggles a little more. "....We go park?" Tony asks lightly.
"Bru an' 'Asha go before an' I didn' so we go withou' 'em?" He asks with large eyes, Clint smiles a little and kisses the boys head.
"Yeah, we can go park Tones." He mutters, spotting Bucky walking in hot and sweaty he chuckles. "I'm taking the little giggle machine out for a bit. I'll be on time for the other two, why don't you shower and prep your self for Steve's wrath." He teased and the man rolled his eyes.
"I'm too good looking for him to be mad at me." He states with a smirk, ruffling Tony's hair as he walks past him making the boy squeak and swat at his hands. "Careful little monster, I'm sure Clint's just waiting to spank that naughty little butt of yours." He jokes a little and smiles when the boy goes red face and splutters at him.
"Stop bullying him and shower, I like the smell of oak wood not dying grandmothers." Clint scoffs, setting Tony in the stroller. He squeaked when he felt Bucky's metal hand spank him hard. "OH shit ok!" He yelps backing away and protecting his butt from the man who just snorted at his reaction.
"Protect your butt Clint, me and Steve will be after it later. Permission from Fury and Clint to give you a very sound punishment." Clint gulped as he rushed the stroller out of the cabin.
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Clint stared at the back of the car, Natasha looked miserable and exhausted from a long day of school and Bruce just looked down right tired. Clint sighed heavily as he pulled up to the house and got the three children into the house, and then pulled out the three files. Allowing the children to run around he started reading it.
Natasha Romanov -
Excels in multi language lessons, history, geography, Gym and English Lit. She struggles with reading in English and needs words translated to Russian for her to fully understand. Maths and Science work all though high for her age could also be improved.
Her social skills are also in need of being worked on as well as she spends much of her time hiding away at the corner of the playground.
For the week Natasha has managed to stay on Green through out the week, though she did spend one afternoon on Amber when she threatened to destroy another students soul and mind for calling her cute. This student was not apart of the R.E.G.R.E.S.S Class. He sighed as he then turned to Bruce's file.
Bruce Banner -
Excels greatly in math and science. He does well in English but struggles with reading aloud. He does not do well in physical activity but does well in History and Myths.
His social skills need to be worked on as he is incredibly shy, he seems to have only made friends with one child, Leo Fitz, but other than that he will not leave the class room to play. He has taken to reading inside instead of socialising.
For the week Bruce has been on Green. He did spend two days on Amber as he became increasingly disruptive during attempts to get him to socialise.
Clint sighed loudly as he rubbed his eyes and looked at the two children who where quietly helping Tony build in the front room. 'Of course they'd struggle to socialise. They never had a chance to develop social skills' He pauses in his thoughts and heaves a second sigh. 'Bruce becoming disruptive because he didn't want to talk to people? Nat making threats? Maybe we should enter them both into play groups to help?' He groans in annoyance and bangs his head on the table with a groan. He feels two pairs of hands on his back and knows that it's Bucky and Steve as they both read the papers separately.
"Breath Barton." Bucky's voice mutters over his head. "We can deal with these problems together. Getting worked up over the bad never helps with the good." He says gently and Clint relaxed under the mans hold.
"I guess." He mutters and looks at the group. "I just hope that this'll get them to be more normal when they're back to....normal." He says with a groan. "I'm gonna head in for an early night. Watch him." He mutters and walks to his room in exhaustion. The evening was filled with small talk and quiet playing from the children.
Clint spent the evening trying to find a way to help the two eldest children.