Authors Note:
Ok here it is! A baby story! I have decided that this is a sequel to 'Adjusting' and if this story reviews good then I will continue showing their lives with the baby or the daughter/son's life as she/he grows but I decided that I will make a new sequel to 'Adjusting'. It will be just like how I would normally continue 'Adjusting' but without the baby! So basically 'Adjusting' sprouted two separate series with the same beginning, just separate worlds. Once I get the other side to the story up and going I will put up the stories and description in order on my profile so you don't get confused! Also to some this story might be a little slow, but it's just basically the set up to when she gets pregnant and leading up to the birth. More stories will come from this! Also, if you don't like the idea of them having a baby, just wait for my other story that should be up in a few days. Review please!
Clint ran as fast as he could while holding the body in his arms.
His right shoulder was still bleeding and sending waves of pain through his body as he dodged trees and overgrown plants.
"Almost there," He gasped to himself.
He knew he was nearing the safe house and was pretty sure he lost them but just to be sure he made complicated twists and turns through the jungle before he slowed and saw the safe house-looking more like a small cabin with a single room.
When he made it inside, he gently set Natasha on the single bed and felt for her heartbeat again. It was faint and her breathing was shaky. He wiped away the slowing blood that was trying to drip into her eye and gently ran his thumb over the new bump on her head just before her hairline started.
One month ago
A cool breeze swept over them and Natasha snuggled closer.
It was dark out and Clint and Natasha were sitting at the edge of Stark Towers looking over the city.
Clint's arm that was wrapped around her pulled her closer. "I wish we could stay out here forever." Natasha smiled.
"That would be nice." Clint smiled. "Just you and me."
"Until something separates us." Natasha sighed. Between missions, the Avengers and SHEILD their time together is limited. The thought that one of them might not come back from a mission was always in her mind but she refused to think of that as a possibility.
"I'll never leave you, Natasha." Clint murmured and Natasha looked up and kissed him softly. "I promise." He finished and she sighed with perfect happiness.
"I love you, Clint." She whispered.
He had thought Natasha was dead minutes ago and he couldn't describe the feelings he felt. He lifted her still limp body into his arms and held her close. His breathing still ragged from the run and his eyes watering from relief instead of loss as he had felt minutes before.
He thought of the original mission Fury had briefed them on just earlier this week.
"There is a real traitor in Shield, a mole if you will. Someone has been sending information that we have traced to South America, in a rainforest to an unidentifiable building of some sort. A few miles away Shield has a safe house hidden in the same forest. I have decided to send both of you out there because so little is known about the situation. We need that information back and whoever is getting that information we need to have brought here. Do this quick so our mole won't get spooked."
They were so wrong. But the thoughts left his mind as she started to wake. She suddenly took a deep breath and flinched awake.
"Clint," She breathed. "They shot me with something." She touched the side of her neck where a little red dot was where she pulled out the dart earlier. She stopped talking by the look on his face.
"I thought you were dead." He explained. The look in his eyes and the love in his voice made her own emotions stir up. What if she had died and never got to see him again, or worse. What if he was the own that died and she had to live without him.
Natasha wrapped her arms around him and he hugged her again, nuzzling into her neck.
When he pulled away slightly it was just to look at her again before he kissed her.
There was something different by the way he kissed her. There was more meaning to it. The grief of when he thought he lost her and the realization that they can't ever know if they will walk out alive from each mission. They pulled back at the same time.
"We shouldn't…" She told him.
"I know," He agreed.
But then their lips were on each other's again and neither one thought about pulling away again.