Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of these places/characters. I do however own Ella King and all fictional characters in this story.
Authors Note: This is my first story and so I hope I do please the audience. I will take any reviews, as I see them only as criticism and not rude comments or people trying to be nice out of pity. So, a review at the end would be thankful.
Prologue
Natasha Romanoff was in utter pain, it was easy to say as she contorted her face into her only pain expression. The woman had never felt so much before, and that was almost impossible to say due to the fact that she had never let herself give in. Now here she was though, the one time she would be vulnerable to the pain was when it mattered most. Here was the beginning of eighteen years of commitment and raising a child...with Clint Barton. She screamed again, letting the sweat drip down her forehead and clutched Clint's hand harder. Tasha couldn't feel bad for him at the moment, this was his fault and even though Clint looked as if he mind as well pass out she still wanted to yell so many things at him. How could she though when she had a child to give birth to? Natasha wasn't even sure if she wanted to do this anymore, it all seemed like a bad idea now. What had seemed so fun then, was horrible now. Clint better feel bad...Natasha thought to herself as she was instructed to push once more, and she did. At that push she was in relief once more, a little girl came out and cries pierced the room as it fell silent. She looked...normal.
Clint didn't let go of Natasha's hand as they lifted the girl up and into the scale bed. Tony entered the room immediately, seeing what the gender was and what they were to name their little child. He had wanted to make sure he had something to do with all the birth and naming, since if it weren't for him, one year ago they would all be dead by now. It was funny to them that their little girl was born on the exact one year anniversary to the day they remembered as one of their worst. When Tony had nearly died, so maybe they did owe him something. Still, Clint had put it past him as to why Tony was going to be the godfather and not one of their other, closer friends. He was fine with Tony, but if anything ever happened to Natasha and Clint he'd want their new little one to be raised somewhere...better than with Tony. Maybe the older man did care, but it didn't seem like it at all half the time. Especially if it were for a child, he would rather give it up then take care of it. All of them knew that.
"Six pounds exact," a young nurse informed everyone but faced the other nurse who had helped as she nodded towards their doctor to mark it down. Tony laughed and sat on the chair next to Natasha's bed. The Russian had begun to sleep but Clint still held her hand, knowing she may still be in pain. Tony just sat still once more, his laughing stopped, and read a book that neither Clint or anyone else in the room cared out at the moment.
The next measurements were taken and Clint held his breath for everything, making sure she was perfect. Soon he'd have to wake Natasha up and see what they wanted to name the babe. Their baby girl. The two had gotten married just three months after the attacks and soon Natasha was pregnant. Her pregnancy had been almost as painful as some injuries Clint had received. All these strange interests and things she wanted, plus the fact that her hormones could get really bad. Also she had horrible morning sickness, sometimes Clint just wanted to sit and cry for the pain he had put her through. Then he remembered that out of this would come a joyous thing that the two wanted, something great. A baby. Even as she was being born Clint had doubted they were ready for this, but now as he saw her and looked at the little one more, he watched a nurse bring her over and place the baby in Clint's open arms. He held a life in his hands, what if he broke it though? A baby couldn't just be fixed, and two assassins caring for a child. Would they mess up?
"Natasha..."he whispered softly, nudging the red headed woman's arm a little bit and perched next to her. Tony put away his book, looking at the baby too. He showed an interest in it while Clint woke up Natasha and the two looked at her together.
Soon the woman thought for a while and then opened her mouth. Here came the name they had never prepared for, the baby was supposed to be a boy and not a girl at all. Luckily the nursery they had done was natural colors and not any theme, it would fit for a baby girl. Soft yellows and blues fit the baby, and as Natasha stared at her Clint combed the damp red hair back a few times. A gorgeous little girl, two girls in his life now. Clint could only imagine the years to come. Finally Natasha spoke, the name was gorgeous.
"Amabelle," she whispered again. The name was French, meaning "Lovable" and Clint knew the little one would live up to her name well, lovable.