Natasha was very worried. As an assassin she rarely got worried. But this involved her daughter and even the Black Widow couldn't quell her worries.
Arianna was sick with flu.
Her 2 year old daughter was in pain and she couldn't do anything.
The bedroom door opened and Clint came in.
"How is she?" he asked.
"No change. The fever is still high." said Natasha.
"Here I bought medicine and some soup." said Clint.
He watched as Arianna was sweating a lot. She was breathing heavily.
"Mama, Papa." came the croaked voice of their daughter. She looked in a lot of pain.
"We are here baby girl." said Natasha. She gently laid a hand on her daughters forehead.
"We can't lose her Clint." said Natasha.
"We won't, Tasha. Arianna's strong. We just have to keep vigil." said Clint.
Clint understood Natasha's worry. They both hated not being able to do anything.
They prayed their daughter recovers soon.