Avengers Fanfic Idea.

Plot: Clint Barton wakes up with a hangover. Little does he know, he has got something more odd going on. He has 9 months to learn about it, and the woman who he wakes up next to has something to do with it. Mpreg.

First Person POV.

I woke up. The time was 10am. It was unusual for me to wake up that early. Not just that, but I was in an unfamiliar room. It was big, and unusually bright for me.

"Where the fuck am I?" I mused to myself.

I then heard what appeared to be the sound of a woman. I was confused. I then turned to my right, and saw a woman lying there. She was young enough to be my daughter, but obviously in her early 20s.

"What the fuck happened last night?" I was confused.
"You awake?" The woman asked.
"Who the hell are you?" I wanted to know.
"You know who I am." The woman replied. "Tanya Jacobson. You kissed me last night. I brought you back here and we had sex."
"I must have been drunk." I was not too happy.

I must have been very drunk, as I had no memory of what had happened the previous night at all. Didn't even remember having sex. It was a total blank. Then, without warning, I felt the urge to throw up. It came over me so suddenly, and after shooting up and out of the bed, I hurriedly dressed myself, and rushed into the bathroom to throw up. Tanya followed me. I was not happy. After a throw up session, I headed out. My head was throbbing, because of the hangover that I was experiencing. To make matters worse, it was raining, and the only equipment I had on me was my bow and quiver full of arrows. The sun was behind the clouds, and it also looked like thunder was threatening us. Then, without warning, my phone buzzed. It was an essential. It was Fury.

"Where were you last night?" Fury asked me.
"Why?" I wanted to know.
"Tony and Bruce left the bar last night, but you weren't with them. Where did you go?" Fury asked me.
"A house, which was not my house, as I was drunk, and I've got a fucking hangover." I replied.
"I see that." Fury had noticed. "Fortunately, there are no missions. You alright? You look like you wanna go and throw up."
"I do, but I have no idea why the hell this has happened. Ended up having sex with a woman whilst both of us were drunk, and now I've got the hangover and the urge to throw up." I replied. "Now I've got a weird..."
"Get your ass to Bruce's lab." Fury ordered. "Get him to run some tests on you, as he might be able to help you."

I was not happy at the thought that something might have been wrong with me. A few times during my supposedly half-hour travel to Bruce's lab, I had to run to the nearest loo to throw up. Each time, I threw up at least twice. By the time I arrived at Bruce's lab, I was absolutely knackered and hangover-pained.

"So, what's got the big man down?" Bruce asked me upon seeing how I was.
"I'm normally the one that says that, when I see you as Hulk." I replied.
"Where were you last night anyway?" Bruce wanted to know.
"Funny you should ask, as I managed to wake up in a woman's house... after having sex with her." I replied.
"Well I suppose Fury told you to get your ass here, as he paged me after he told you and I want to run a few tests on you, to rule stuff out." Bruce looked at me.
"Stuff." I was confused.
"From what Fury told me, I think you might be pregnant." Bruce replied.
"I cannot be pregnant." I was surprised.
"You never know, as you could be an omega, like the female population." Bruce hinted.
"What do you mean?" I was confused.
"Alpha versus omega." Bruce replied.
"What?" I was still confused.
"There are only two genders that we know of, with the males being alpha, and females being omega, in terms of reproduction." Bruce prepared everything. "And, if what Fury has told me turns out to be correct, then you could be not just an omega, but the first male omega."

Without saying any more words, I lay back, and let Bruce test me. The pain from the needles etc wasn't bad compared to my hangover.

"That's the tests done." Bruce announced.
"Do you know when you will have the result?" I was eager to know.
"Can have them within minutes, if you want." Bruce replied. "And on that note, one of them will require a slide and a microscope."
"I'll go and wait outside, in that case." I suggested.
"You need to see the results for yourself." Bruce helped me stand up.
"Doubt that it will be much." I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.
"You need to be there no matter what." Bruce looked at me.

Bruce then lead me over to a microscope. It was next to a machine that would do the blood work which would determine whether or not I was pregnant.