"Only because I wouldn't want to be my own father." He said with a small flat smile. Only to pause and glance back as the child started to fuss, her fist waving. He let Barton's shoulder go and reached back again. The child oddly calming once she had his finger again.

"I wouldn't have the time for kids anymore." Much like he was used to when he was young. "Good fathers would be there." He said with that flat smile, then a small shrug of a shoulder, wiggling his finger around. "Something would come up and I'd off to help save the world and miss a recital."

This was more of him then one might know about his past, only it's barely anything at all of it. Still, those are worries.