Marvels Strongest Father

~Friday Afternoon at 05:00 pm~

Four days passed as Theodore followed the same routine. Waking up from his uncomfortable couch, stretching his strained back and neck. Making breakfast and the kids lunchboxes. Then it's sending the kids, Sona and Charlotte away for school.

Then it's opening the shop, serving customers. Have some small talk with Frank while observing his new battle scars. Flirt with his girls that includes Jennifer. Charlotte and Sonya invited her over for dinner as a way of welcoming her to the family.

Although there was no verbal confirmation, the meaning was understood. Even so, Theodore is still very cautious as to take it slow with her. Especially since Jennifer said it her self. Susan still hasn't paid a visit as it seems they were called to help with a mutant problem.

Natasha and Clint were still planning and infiltrating a small Hydra base in New Zealand. Today was the day they were supposed to come back. Theodore's kinder of excited to see Natasha. Although he still very hesitant on the so-called "Mommy's Plan" he still wants to give it a try.

If it makes them happy then he is most definitely happy to be the partner of such incredibly good women. That is if they are willing to share him. Which very much the biggest fear for any man who attempts such a dangerous route like a harem.

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~12:00 pm~

Charlotte, Sonya and Jennifer just came back from their little shopping trip. They were now helping out with running the shop. Sonya and Jennifer were watering and Charlotte on the till. This was just the regular arrangement but this arrangement came with a sudden jump in the number of male customers. So Jennifer also became the security guard for any customer with troublesome hands.

Of course, Theodore could easily deal with them but the girls stop him as he actually attempted to cut the man's hands-off. Thankfully Jennifer stepped in so none of them got to see the bloody side of thier boyfriend. There was even a new rule added as a warning.

RULES:

• No Smoking

• No Bad Language

• No Making Trouble

• No Vaping

•Keep your hands to your self or DIE!!!

How subtle. As Theodore was cooking in the back he hears Daisy in his ear.

"Theo, the current situation for your friends, Natasha and Clint is dangerous," Said Daisy

Theodore's hairs stood with attention as he said "Tell me what's happened"

"As they were leaving the base Hydra reinforcements appeared. They are currently stuck in a stalemate with heavy enemy fire stopping their exit. Natasha is low on ammo and Clint has run out of arrows. Clint has also sustained an injury with a bullet wound deep in his forearm. They are also the only survivors from thier team" Said, Daisy

Theodore went quite. As he remembers that they had 4 other team members. He gave a deep sigh before shortly moving to the back room. Using his powers he teleports them to the Seating room/Living room. He teleported himself to the room.

Appearing on the L-shaped sofa was Natasha and Clint. The once cool tactical uniform was no longer exhibited as it just seemed to look like rags dr.a.p.ed tightly around them with some flesh wounds.

Clint's right arm was wrapped with some loose cloth as to cut off the blood circulation. He was gritting his teeth as his face slowly got paler.

Although Natasha didn't have any life-threatening injuries or any that might leave her disabled. What she does have is a bad hair day. Her long curly ginger hair that went down to her shoulders, was now crammed with debris and some irregular cuts and burn from bullets.

"Aghhh f.u.c.k my arm" Shouted Clint as he lands on his arm.

"Thank You," Said, Natasha with a sigh of relief

"Well, eat this" Said Theo passing them a more advance recovery pill and a high metabolism pill that was given to Ned and

They looked at it suspiciously before tossing it in their mouth. As soon as they put it in Theo left to make a batch of high protein meals. It's necessary that he resupplies their body with protein as it builds and repair tissues.

What he had made was both delicious and extremely high in protein. He could have just made some disgusting high protein meals but as a chef, he wouldn't dare purposely make revolting food unless it's an experimental dish.

Griddled chicken with quinoa Greek salad. A light dish of grilled chicken fillets and authentic salad with Kalamata olives, feta cheese, tomato and mint

Spicy Cajun chicken quinoa. A simple yet nutritional dish made up of skinless chicken that is roasted with Cajun spice. It is surrounded by quinoa and various vegetables.

Fishy chowder. A chunky, creamy soup with salmon and smoked haddock, mixed shellfish and potatoes. A hearty meal that was born to relieve the restless.

Putting it down on the coffee table he said "Make sure to eat all of it as it will help with the process of healing"

They didn't even give it a thought as they threw themselves at the food. While eating the bullet lodged in Clint's arm just popped out with a small ant-like robot pushing it out.

Their wounds were quickly fixed as they felt themselves becoming revitalised.

An hour of chowing down passed quickly.

Clint lent back on the sofa and said tiredly "Hey Theo can you do me a favour"

"Sure," Said Theo

"Could you use your powers to let me go to my family" Said Clint

"Sure, would that be the one in your S.H.E.I.L.D files or the small farm," Said Theodore with concern

"Of course you knew. we'll yeah I could do with a vacation. Also, can you make that. . . what's it called Bû-she ah you know" Said Clint

"Bûche de Noël and sure just give me a few minutes to make. Are you counted in that order" Said Theodore casually

"Yeah and thanks, I really appreciate it," Said Clint sincerely

"No worries, call me whenever you wanna go home or come back," Said Theodore while walking back to his kitchen.

Theodore quickly made 5 Bûche de Noël and put them in a takeaway box before sending Clint home. Natasha was vacantly staring at the ceiling with remorse.

Theodore sat himself down next to her.

"How you holding up," Said Theodore passing her a glass of wine that he made personally

"Physically, I'm fine but you know what, I'm really not," Said Natasha with a difficult smile

"Sorry, I'm not really good at this comforting stuff as I can't relate to your problem but if you want the best wine in the world to help you let go, then drink, cry, shout, complain, let out all your problems. You don't always have to be the agent Black Widow. Just be Natasha or Natalie whichever rocks your boat" Said Theodore giving her a playful nudge

Natasha took a drank the whole glass down "Thank's"

"What were thier names," Said, Theodore from the side

"George Dean, Sam Henson, Abi Gordan and Kai Malcolm. They had families to go back. Those families didn't even know about thier work. They don't even get to bury them" Said, Natasha with tears slowly building up in her eyes

Theodore just sat down and quietly listened to her. She told him about everything she knew about them and even talked about past missions with other deceased agents slash friends. After two bottles of wine, she finally fell asleep in his arms.

Theodore got up and teleported her to the guest room. He covered her with the duvet and went back to running the shop as it was only three in the afternoon.