After reading a few fantastic fanfics where Clint and Natasha have a baby I became obsessed with the idea, and simply had to write my own. I hope it does the ideas in my head some form of justice and that you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer; Obviously I don't own anything.

Chapter 1

The small bundle of screaming baby woke the new parents, both of whom reached under their pillows for their hidden weapons so that they could deal with this new threat. Once rational thought replaced the initial panic at being woken at 4am both let out a shaky laugh as they got to their feet. Rubbing sleep from their eyes they trudged slowly into their daughter's bedroom, she was still wailing, her tiny fists balled up as she flung them around wildly. Rose Barton was three days old, her mother, the infamous Black Widow had been terrified when she first found out she was pregnant. She had been on a SHIELD mission to gauge whether or not Tony Stark would be suitable for the Avengers initiative;

She was late. Which was not normal for Natasha Romanoff, her body clock was always on time everything happened on time, she knew before she'd bought the pregnancy test what it would say, the knot of worry in her stomach only tightened with time. The positive result took the wind out of her; she knew she'd have to call Clint.

She paced her room slowly holding her phone her thumb hovering over the 'call' button, sighing she pressed it and pulled the phone up to her ear, it rang twice before he answered; "Hey Tasha, how's Stark?" he asked, the sound of his voice warmed her more than she thought possible.

She sighed again; "A huge narcissist. His ego could fill up the whole tower." She smiled imagining him grinning.

"Sounds like your kind of guy. How have you not killed him yet?" he asked failing to hide a chuckle.

"That isn't the mission." She told him, she was enjoying the distraction from the real reason she was calling, there was a long pause before she sucked in a breath; "Clint." The seriousness of her tone had his full attention; "I-I'm, I'm pregnant." The silence that met her admission was painful; she waited for him to say something, anything.

"Really?" the hope in his voice almost broke her; "We're having a baby?"

There were tears in her eyes as she nodded, before she realised that he couldn't see her; "Yeah really. I uh, I just found out." Once the news was given she felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her chest, she should have known that he would be excited. Clint Barton would be a natural father the thought struck her and once again Natasha Romanoff found herself breathless; "So yeah. I'll be honest, I am kind of freaking out right now." She told him working as hard as she could to keep her voice level.

"Okay, Tasha sit down. Take a deep breath, you excel at every single thing that you do. It seems only natural to me that you would excel at being a mother too." He could hear her disagreeing with him in her head, they'd never talked about children, it wasn't something that either of them had seen in their future; "I know you don't remember your parents, and your childhood was awful, mine wasn't exactly picturesque, but you and I can do this in spite of everything we've seen, in spite of everything that has happened to us." She feels sick and wants to cry he has always been able to bring her around to his way of thinking; she is almost impressed by how easily he has done it this time.

She inhales deeply and can hear that Clint is waiting with bated breath to what she has to say; "Okay." He sighs in relief; "Yeah, okay." She says shifting in her seat slightly as she listens to him 'whoop' with joy at her decision.

"So we're really going to have a baby?" he asked hardly daring to believe.

Natasha found herself grinning; "Yeah we are." She placed an uneasy hand over her stomach; "You know this shouldn't be possible." She told him with a frown, her grip on the phone in her hand tightens slightly.

"You being pregnant?" he sounds confused; "Why?" he asked now sounding worried.

This is a conversation she would much rather have in person but she doesn't know when she will see him next so she has to do it now; "The Red Room," she mutters with a frown; "when I was recruited they performed operations," she shrugs not being able to think of the words; "I wasn't expected to live past the age of 16 it was rare that a Black Widow ever did." She can hear that his breathing has quickened and that he is clearly distressed by what she is telling him; "I had always thought they had taken away my choice to have children, maybe I was wrong." She finished with a shrug.

"When does your mission finish?" he asked suddenly desperate to see her.

"It could be weeks yet, months even." She told him with a frown.

He sighed and nodded; "Okay, you'll need to go to the doctors before you see me then." He told her seriously.

She nodded; "I know, I know. Stark has given me the day off tomorrow, so I can go then..." she told him.

"I wish I was going with you." He told her and he really meant it, he would get to see her a month and a half later and they decided then that they should break the news to Coulson and the Director, needless to say one of them took it a lot better than the other.

Phil Coulson knew that Hawkeye and the Black Widow had been sleeping together since Budapest but he had never expected this, his jaw was slack as he stared at the archer who was grinning at him; "So?" he prompted waiting for Phil's reaction.

"How? I mean- I know how...but...a baby?" he was stunned into silence once more by his own thoughts, he turned to Natasha smiling warmly; "How far along are you?" he asked moving forwards to take her hands in his.

"Two months." She told him with a grin.

Coulson's eyes narrowed at Clint; "How on earth did you manage to keep this from me?" he asked with an accusing glare. It was well known that Clint Barton was rubbish at keeping secrets from Coulson, he'd managed to keep his and Natasha's relationship a secret for all of two days before his handler found out.

Clint grinned; "I avoided you like the plague."

"Also I threatened to seriously injure him if he told you before I was ready." Natasha added with a dangerous grin.

"So I assume you're about to go and tell Fury?" the handler asked raising an eyebrow in amusement.

The pair of assassins nodded; "How do you think he'll take it?" Clint asked looking worried.

"How will he take losing one of his best assets to maternity leave? Umm, I'd say badly, but he'll get over it." Clint and Natasha shared a worried glance which made their handler grin; "He can't physically hurt either of you, you've had him mad before, I wouldn't be too concerned."

Clint nodded slowly before smiling and glancing at his partner who gave him a nod; "We had something we wanted to ask you." Coulson nodded and waited for the archer to continue; "We wanted to know if you would consider being godfather to our child?" the look on Phil's face was priceless, the pair in front him grinned as they watched him, tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled them in close and hugged.

"I would be honoured." He whispered before letting them go, when they had straightened themselves once more Coulson was once again his professional self he gave them an amused smile; "Off you go to the Director then."

The look on his face would be best described as thunderous; he hadn't started shouting yet though that was a good thing, he was also still sitting down so they had both seen him angrier; "You're what?" he was going for the 'dumb' approach then.

Natasha could meet him blow for blow though, she wasn't afraid of him like Clint was; "Pregnant, with child, bun in the oven, do you need me to go on?" His one visible eye had narrowed at her and he forced himself to repress a growl at her response.

His eye flitted over to Clint who was doing his very best not to smirk; "And you are responsible?" Clint twitched and nodded; "So how long has this," he pointed between the two of them as he got to his feet; "been happening?" he asked still remaining remarkably calm for him.

Clint opened his mouth to answer but Natasha shook her head and beat him to it; "With all due respect sir that is none of your business. This, our relationship, hasn't had an effect on our work performance, until now so you really don't need to know how long it has been going on." She paused for a moment letting her words sink in; "If that is all sir? Agent Barton and I need to fill out some paperwork." They turned to go before Natasha paused and turned to the Director; "When are you going to be imposing maternity leave?"

She watched as Fury's one good eye rolled in annoyance; "Whenever you can't do paperwork anymore. Good day Agent Romanoff...and-" he paused pulling in a breath; "congratulations."

The Black Widow gave a rare but genuine smile; "Thank you sir."

The pair walked out of the Director's office hand in hand, they decided that there wasn't any point hiding their relationship anymore, with a baby on the way everyone was bound to find out anyway.

Unfortunately in Tasha's 5th month of pregnancy Clint was sent on a mission to New Mexico, it wasn't anything too dangerous just some surveillance, he called her every night and made her put the phone on her stomach so that he could speak to their growing child, at first Natasha had thought it was a stupid idea, he was simply being a sentimental fool.

"Come on Tash." He implored the first time he had suggested it.

"Why?" she had asked with a sigh; "I doubt she can hear you..." Natasha heard Clint freeze.

"She? I thought we agreed not to find out." He said with a disappointed tone.

The Black Widow rolled her eyes; "We did, and I still don't know. I just feel that our baby is a girl."

She could hear the smile in Clint's voice as he replied; "Oh, well that is okay then. But still please put me on speaker on your tummy, you know that if I were actually there I'd be talking to your stomach, I don't want to miss out."

She shook her head with a smile as she told him; "You're going soft in your old age." She huffed out a sigh and pressed a button on her phone to put it onto speaker; "Fine. You can talk to the baby, but no silly voices or I will hang up." She puts the phone onto her stomach and can hear him chuckling to himself. He started nattering away to her stomach telling the baby how much he loved it all ready and how excited he was to meet him or her. As he continued to talk Tasha became aware of a slight fluttering in her stomach as the baby moved; "Oh." She muttered putting her hand on the place where she had felt the movement.

"Tasha?" Clint sounded concerned.

She smiled and picked up the phone; "I think the baby must like the sound of your voice 'cause they were just wriggling towards you." The affectionate tone that she used caused Clint's own heart to flutter he wasn't used to this side of Natasha but he was really starting to like it. This softness that motherhood had brought her was a new and interesting change to her personality. One that he was very much in favour of. Natasha smiled to herself as a thought occurred to her; "You should sing to the baby." She told him.

"I don't know any nursery rhymes." He told her with an amused grin.

Natasha laughed; "Well then you'd better start learning some." She paused; "You could always just sing him or her some of your favourite songs." She told him with a wry smile that he could not see.

Clint laughed; "Maybe I will have to do just that." Shortly afterwards Natasha had to cut the conversation short because the baby's wriggling had made her need the toilet.

It was over a month later when Natasha Romanoff saw Clint Barton again. She was filling out some mission reports at her desk, her seven month pregnant stomach made sitting at the desk rather difficult. The Black Widow didn't notice that Barton was watching her from the other side of the room, she was busy shifting in her seat trying to get comfortable, however her large stomach was making that very difficult. She was glowing, Clint noted that she looked even more radiant than usual.

Coulson approached from his left a smile on his face as he watched the archer watching the Black Widow; "She'd kill you for looking at her like that." Coulson told him with a grin.

"Like what?" The archer asked accepting his handler's hand and shaking it with a grin.

"Like she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen-" Clint opened his mouth to tell him that she was but Phil cut him off; "I know you think that she is, but she'd still kill you for thinking it." The agent grinned; "Good to be back?" Clint nodded moving past him as he headed towards Natasha who had noticed him in the doorway at last.

The infamous Black Widow needed a little bit of help getting out of her chair; "This is all your fault!" she grumbled as he held onto her forearms and pulled her to her feet.

Hawkeye grinned placing a hand on her stomach and kissing her soundly before crouching down to press his lips to her swollen stomach; "Hello baby." He whispered.

He could practically hear Tasha rolling her eyes at him; "Can you stand up please?" she asked with her best Black Widow face on. Clint looked up at her with an innocent face of his own; "All this mushiness is making me want to throw up. So stand up." She instructed.

He grinned and got to his feet before enveloping her in a hug; "I missed you so much." He told her rubbing a hand down her back; "You look amazing you know," he told her pulling away with a cheeky glint in his eye; "Pregnancy suits you." The Black Widow gave him one of her most deadly glares; "Uh-uh don't get angry, high blood pressure is bad for the baby." He said tapping her on the nose. It took every ounce of mental strength she had not to grab that finger and break it. He was enjoying this far too much.

"I'm the size of a whale Clint." She ground out, her glare never faltering; "This," she pointed at her enlarged stomach; "is never happening again. We're going to have you neutered or something, got it Hawk?" she threatened.

He brushed an errant stray hair from her face to behind her ear; "If you say so my spider." He whispered before capturing in her lips in a slow and sensual kiss, he smiled against her lips because she did not pull away, in fact she leaned further into him her large stomach pressing against him made his smile grow, he pulled away and placed both of his hands on her stomach; "I can't help but feel that there is something between us." Natasha rolled her eyes before taking hold of his hands and moving them to where the baby was currently kicking, his eyes widened slightly in shock, he hadn't felt the baby kick so strongly before, when he'd gone away to New Mexico he could just about make out the feel of the baby kicking, this however was most certainly a kick.

He was about to kiss her again when Phil arrived at his shoulder; "You might want to cut back on the PDA, you're flaunting your relationship, it is making the other agents jealous." Clint grinned at Natasha who was fighting a smile of her own.

"Maybe we should move our reunion to somewhere a little more private." He grinned at Tasha who smirked back at him before glancing at their handler who wasn't able to fight his own grin. He may have chastised them, but really he was extremely happy for the two of them, it had taken them a long time to get to this point.

A/N: So there is the first chapter. I hope that you have enjoyed reading it. If you have please review/favourite/subscribe you know the drill. Thank you for reading.