I don't own anything! I decided to write the pregnancy as multiple diary entries, one from Clint and one from Natasha. I'm only writing the weeks that important things happen in.
Clint's entry
Week Six
When Nat told me she was pregnant I'm not sure exactly what I expected. Today she was tired and was sick all morning. Not to mention she had to use the bathroom once every. People are always say "Oh pregnancy is so beautiful!". Well, let me tell you, sitting on the bathroom floor holding Tasha's hair while she repeatedly vomits isn't that beautiful. Also, she's always been pretty grumpy when she's tired so, when Tony asked how she was feeling she snapped and told him to stop worrying about her because she doesn't need another guy breathing down her neck. I guess I'm supposed to write how I'm dealing with the pregnancy. I don't exactly understand what "dealing with" means. I'm not dealing with it. Natasha's the one with a person growing inside her. So, instead of that I'm going to write what we did today. Cecelia, I hope our kid is as sweet as she is at five, was so excited she was going to get a new friend. Loki agreed to go over how to go about with having a pregnant wife and Pepper told Nat and I she would help us with anything. Tony decided that since it's not safe for Tasha to drink he wasn't going to either. All the guys have put bets on how long it will last. I have until the mood swings kick in, but we both appreciate the effort. Also, when I promised I wouldn't eat anything she couldn't eat I didn't realize it was every food I've eaten. Okay maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but let me just list a few things here.
Basically any type of fish
Deli meat
Soft cheese
Unpasteurized milk
Caffeine
Alcohol
I mean come on; I can slack, but poor Nat. Oh well! A funny story to end with. Jane found the camera and Thor, Loki, and Tony chased her through the house for nearly half an hour. It turned into a relay race with Jane and Pepper that went through three different floors before Robbie started crying and Thor agreed to take Jane to Asgard for a week. I couldn't help because, well, as stated before Natasha was pretty grumpy and she would've thought I had something to hide. I suppose that's all.
Natasha's POV
Week Six
Let me just say, for future reference, that this is stupid. I don't even want to do this stupid thing. I'm tired and grouchy and I have to use the bathroom every five minutes it seems. Don't get me wrong, I love my little Ангел, but I don't know if I can take seven and a half more months of this. I feel bad for snapping at Tony. He got enough of that when Pepper was pregnant with Robbie. Speaking of Robbie, I hope that my Ангел isn't that hyper. Today while Pepper and Jane were torturing the guys I was watching him and he's a doll, but he was practically bouncing off the walls. Definitely going to be a lot like his dad. Well, not completely like his dad. Today, I let slip my nickname for the baby. It's angel in Russian. I think it's time to admit something to myself. This baby is my life now, but I don't know how to be a mother. All last year Phil had to babysit Clint and I. Clint would make a great dad. But can I be a mother. What about when we have to go into the field again? Will the baby ever be safe? I just don't know if I can do it. What I'm really excited for is finding out whether it's a boy or girl. I don't have much to write today.
Clint's entry
Week Eight
Today Tasha had a doctor's visit. While she was at her appointment I had to talk to Fury about how to announce to the public that an Avenger is having baby. I honestly didn't realize it was going to pose a problem, but Nick is afraid that people will use the baby against us. We are very dangerous assassins that have no shortage of powerful enemies. Nevertheless, Pepper is so excited to have a new little one in the house and she's telling Robbie about how he's getting a "cousin". Loki has now also promised to help Natasha make some important decisions. She's decided to have a home birth and refuses to budge. I guess she doesn't trust other people with her Ангел, as she's taken to calling her. I just have a gut feeling the baby's a girl. She may be Natasha's angel, but to me she'll always be my little troublemaker. Really I just can't see a child that belongs to me and Tasha being an angel. Well, my lovely wife is back now and says that everything is okay and that we need a plan in case I'm not around when she has the baby. Now she's trying to rip the journal from my hands.
Natasha's entry
Week Eight
Clint was taking everything I wanted to write. Okay, so the baby is fine. The doctor said that it's doing exceptionally well for the baby of a woman thought to be infertile. It's kind of like hope. Red Room made a mistake. It makes me feel better. Cecelia is so excited that she's going to get a friend. At first it was hard to imagine Loki was capable of caring for another being, but now I want to be like him. You can see the good side of him in her. She has his jet black hair and pale skin. I'm guessing that she got her mother's chocolate brown eyes that are so dark they almost match her pupil. Cecelia has his mischievous smirk and lean body already. I just love her. I have a secret though and since no one will be looking at my entry I need to write it down just to get it out. Dr. Caramel (not even joking) ran a DNA test and says that twins run in my family. There is a ninety percent chance that the baby I'm carrying is actually two babies. I'm not sure how I feel about it really. My pants are starting to get tight around the waist. Clint insists he can't tell, but I don't believe him. Dr. Caramel says it's safe to do stretches and yoga and run, but that I need to get off the field. I don't like to write a lot so, I'm going to be done now.