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Surprisingly enough, it was Tony, not Clint, who first found out about Natasha's news. Clint had gone AWOL on a mission when he was carried away by the river's current and woke up more than twenty kilometers from his pickup area, wet, cold, without reserves and badly injured. Natasha had asked around with the team, with Steve stating simply I don't know how you can't find him with this extraordinary tiny phone you guys have,Bruce offering a soft word of sorry no I haven't seen him, maybe you should ask Tony and Tony having no idea but hanging onto her worry like a sloth hanging onto a doughnut.

"What's wrong?" He pried when she sighed in frustration and was about to go pester Fury.

"Nothing." She waved him away, striding to the elevator. But Tony followed behind her like a puppy dog, putting his drink on the counter.

"No really, Miss Romanoff." He barred her way. "If this is really something serious, I swear – girl scout's honor – I will put on my suit and drag him back myself."

Under normal circumstances, Natasha would've easily maimed him and moved him out of the way, and would be on her way by now. But right now, something inside Natasha's high functioning brain wasn't functioning so highly anymore, and she thought it would be better to have the help.

"Stark. You can't tell anyone. Not even Clint. I have to tell him myself." She said. Tony made a sign to cross his heart.

"Okay. I won't tell anyone."

"Stark. I'm pregnant." And it just came out like that. It just sounded heavy, and flat, and Tony spat his drink out. Natasha's eyes fell to the floor and it stayed there as Tony tried to muster some words to say.

"Uh … pregnant? As in having a baby. As in human coming out of a human? With Cupid?"

Natasha hit him, and then Tony filed for a leave with Fury so he could go find Clint and bring him back. Of course, he had to tell Fury the real reason why he had to go himself, after several well planned Oh but I've always loved the guy, I'm just a bit worried is all and Fury had to give his girl scout's honor that he won't tell anyone.

So that was why by the time Clint got back, he was wondering why so many people were looking at him funny. With a look that sort of said you rat bastard and – no wait, a look that said you lucky rat bastard. He found Natasha in her room, reading one of her enigmatic Russian books; probably about how to skin a cow with your bare hands – and when he kissed her it felt weird, like she wasn't really concentrating.

"Listen, we need to talk." She said when he leaned back. He sat on her bed as she scooted her knees to give him space. He gave her the go-ahead even though a part of him shrieked at him that it was over, simply over between them. She gave the news, Clint didn't say anything, and then Natasha asked him if he had any burgers with pickles in them, because she could really go for one at the moment.

Around about the same time as this was happening, Tony was stepping out of his armor at Stark tower, greeting a nervous looking Pepper.

"What's wrong?" He murmured as he went to fix himself a drink. Pepper smoothed down her pastel pencil skirt, sat down on the white couch, and patted the seat next to her. He sat, gave her a soft look and took her hand.

She smiled nervously. "Tony, you know I love you, don't you?"

Tony rolled him eyes. "Okay what did I do now? If it was the Boston paper work it was Dummy. I was not in control of the blow torch at any point in time." He waved his hand. Pepper frowned, but decided to ignore him, and bring him back to topic.

"No, it's just … Well. You're kind of too good … at it."

Tony gave her a confused look and Pepper took a deep breath. "I'm a punctual person. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, of course. I mean if you knew exactly when you died you would probably make that time. But come to think of it you can't really be late since you're dying…"

"I mean punctual in every aspect. And Tony … I'm late." She said. There was a pause as Tony's face wasn't yet touched by realization. "Late late, Tony." Still no recognition. "What's the one thing about my body that I can't control?"

Suddenly Tony became animated, and his face forming perfect Os before they went back to gasping for words to say, his eyes wider than the full moon. "Does this mean you're – are you – Pepper are you pregnant?" He nearly yelled. Pepper only nodded with a soft smile. He picked her up and began to swing her around and he sang and he danced and laughed and then he put her down because he figured that wouldn't be good for the baby.

"I mean, I haven't done the test yet, but since I've been late for about two weeks, I'm pretty sure." Pepper said, brushing her hair behind her ear. Tony danced around again, jumping and singing like a school child, before getting extremely exhausted and collapsing onto the couch. Pepper sat by him and fanned him because his forehead was beginning to sheen with sweat.

"Wow, just … wow." He murmured, still smiling. Pepper smiled back. "Two birds with one stone."

Pepper frowned. "What do you mean?" Tony sat up abruptly.

"Oh you don't know." He grinned. "Natasha's pregnant too."


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