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For Clint being a master assassin meant being prepared for every situation. He had always prided himself on being the calm one of the group. The one who could separate his emotions from the situation and act rationally while some of the other members of the Avengers, other than Natasha, panicked and ran around doing the first thing they could think of, hoping that it wouldn't end in catastrophe (cough*Tony*cough).
Clint was trained to react but for some reason all he could do was stand there and stare at Natasha intently, hoping that she would give some indication on what he should do.
When all Clint did was look at her like she had suddenly morphed into another species, Natasha began to panic a little. I knew it, she thought, putting on her best poker face to mask her disappointment and fear.
"So what are we going to do?"
That seemed to snap him out of his reverie.
"We do our best and raise the child together. What else would we do?" Clint said, placing his hands on both sides of her face.
Natasha hadn't even realized that she had been holding her breath as he said those words and instantly exhaled, feeling some of the stress leave her body. He wants the baby, she thought in relief.
"So you don't want me to give it up?"
Clint looked at her as though that was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. "Of course I don't Nat. This is my kid we're talking about. I may not have planned for this to happen but that certainly doesn't mean that I don't want it to. I love you and I want to have this baby with you."
Not knowing what to say, Natasha leaned up to give him a quick, lingering kiss that turned into a deep and passionate one. Clint smiled against her full lips and ran his hands down the length of her body to rest on her hips. "Let's say we celebrate," he said, picking her up as if she weighed nothing and carrying her over to the bed.
She laughed, already working on getting his sweatshirt off, "Sure, what's the worst that could happen?"
Clint looked down at the sleeping beauty curled up next to him with her head resting on his chest. He knew that watching her sleep was a little creepy but it was the only time he got to see her looking peaceful. He trailed his hand up her bare back and pushed her short hair out of the way and started tracing light circles on the smooth, soft skin of her shoulder.
Natasha snuggled closer to Clint and kept her breathing even, so as not to alert him to her being awake. She slept easier when he was around but she was still a trained assassin and made sure to never let her guard down, even in sleep.
When he started to trace circles on her bare shoulder it sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to sigh deeply.
"So when are we going to tell everyone else?" she mumbled into his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it.
"Whenever you're ready to," Clint replied softly.
Natasha sat up and propped her elbow against a pillow, resting her head in her hand. "I want to find out how far along I am, first, then wait a little while to make sure that there's nothing wrong."
Clint laughed heartily, "We're going to get so such hell from everyone you know?"
Natasha winced, thinking about the reactions they were going to get. She wasn't worried that they wouldn't be happy for her, but the jokes they, mostly Tony, were going to make. Natasha loved Clint and luckily he felt the same way about her, that was no secret. They just didn't go around parading it in front of everyone.
"Another reason to wait."
After spending most of the day in bed with Clint, Natasha finally got up and went down to the kitchen to grab a snack. She hadn't eaten all day and since there were two of her now she needed to start eating more.
"So where have you been all day?"
Natasha whirled around from the refrigerator and had started to reach for the gun she always kept on or near her when she saw Steve standing there with his hands raised in cautious surrender.
"Hey, easy don't shoot."
Natasha relaxed and went back to scrounging around for something to eat. "Sorry, reflexes."
Steve laughed and walked over to stand next to her. "If that's what you want to call it."
When she didn't say anything back he regarded her with a serious expression.
"Hey are you okay? You're more on edge than usual."
Natasha pulled out the box of left over pizza from the night before and took out three slices, placing them on a plate and warming them up before nearly devouring the first slice in one bite. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just a little sick this morning and I'm still just a bit off from it."
As skilled a liar as Natasha was Steve still suspected that it was more than that but didn't press the issue.
"Alright. Just take it easy and let me know if you need me," he said, giving her one of his famous charming smiles, before leaving the room.
Natasha sat down at the table with her plate full of pizza and finished it off in a matter of minutes.
She continued to sit at the table and ran a hand through her hair. This isn't going to be easy, she thought.
Natasha placed a hand on her stomach, but at least you're worth it.
Clint sat in his room, cleaning his bow, still absorbing the news.
He had always dreamed of having a family but had never thought it was possible. Now that it was happening it didn't seem real. But it was.
Natasha's pregnant. I'm gonna be a daddy.
The thought brought a smile to his face.