The highly requested Clintasha chapter. Long live Clintasha!

Chapter 2-Clintasha

They told me that this couldn't happen. They told me that it was impossible with all the injuries that I sustained. But, here I am, with a little white stick that is telling me the impossible... I am pregnant.

I don't hate children. Clint and I watch Stark's kid, who is the sweetest thing. Little Tori. It was Pepper's idea to call her Tori, because she thought it was a good compromise from Toni. We all agreed. She is three months old and loved by everyone in the tower.

Would my kid be loved by everyone? They would probably be like me, only maybe more childish and innocent. I would make sure of that. Maybe they would take up archery like their father. I picture a little girl, around four years old, with curly red hair and blue-gray eyes, holding a mini bow, giggling madly, while her father tickles her mercilessly. I snap out of my day-dreaming when I hear Clint call me from the kitchen. Clint! Shit, how am I going to tell him.

"Tasha! Where are you? I have Chinese food."

"Coming Clint. Give me a second." When could this have happened. Probably on one of the now rare missions without the rest of the Avengers. It was probably the one Japan, where I almost died. I open the bathroom door and walk out to the kitchen.

"Hey Tasha. Are you hungry?"

"Yep. But can I talk to you first?" I ask, casually.

"Sure. What's up?"

"Do you remember that mission in Japan?"

"The one where that asshole almost killed you?"

"Yes. Do you remember what happened after that, in the hotel?"

"I fixed you up and then… well… you know."

"Do you remember using protection?"

"Shit, no. But, didn't the Room… you know?"

"They thought they did, but they didn't."

"You mean you're pregnant… with my kid." He says, surprised.

"Yes." I say, trying hard to sound confident.

"This is so great!" He exclaims, picking me up and spinning me around.

"You think this is great?" I ask.

"Of course." I feel something slip down my cheek. "Tasha, you're crying, what's wrong?"

"I'm just feeling so many emotions and I can't stop them like a I usually can." I whisper as another tear slips down my cheek.

"Come here and talk about it." Clint replies, leading me to a stool by our kitchen island.

"This was never supposed to be able to happen. I've never had a mother, I don't know how to be a mother. And all the injures that I have sustained might make this difficult." I say, almost in one breath.

"Tasha, yes, there could be a chance that you may not carry to full term, but we have Brucie to make sure that it will still be fine. As for you not being a good mother, I call bullshit." I open my mouth to say he's wrong, "I watch you with Tori. You offer to watch her. You sing old Russian lullabys to her. You hold her up when she wants to 'walk'. Would a bad mother do that?" I pause to think about what he just said.

"I guess not." He looks at me so… lovingly.

"I love you." He whispers, and moves his hand to where a small baby bump is already forming. "I love you too, драгоценный дар." I smile a rare smile that I will deny doing, if asked.

"We love you too. Both of your girls."

"Girl?"

"It's totally a girl. My hair, your eyes, your nose, and my ears."

"Alright, let's go tell the others."