He had been angry when she had told him the truth, but it quickly subsided when she expressed her hesitation to go through with it if turned out to be true.
"Tash," he reached for her hand. "It's going to be…"
"I know," she sighed. "But I couldn't. There's no way I could be a mother! It would be too dangerous!"
Clint brought her to the lounge sofa and sat her down next to him.
"I know, it could be risky," he agreed. "But you know that that hasn't really ever not been a problem for us."
Natasha looked up at him. He folded a stray ginger curl behind her ear.
"Nat, I want us to do this, but only if you want to, too. I won't try to change your mind."
She looked at him; he really meant it. He really loved her...and he already loved this child that may or may not exist. Maybe she could learn to as well.
''''''''''''''
Natasha walked into her quarters a week later, where Clint sat waiting. She took a deep breath.
"Positive." she nodded. "It's only about two weeks." Clint went up to her.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Nat?"
Natasha was quiet a moment, then she took his hands. "If I can love you, I can love a child." She kissed him.
He wrapped his arms around her, gently but protectively.
"Should we tell everyone else?" he asked. "Not yet," she insisted. "It's too early to get everyone so worked up."
"Well, except Banner," Clint pointed out. "Hey, who else is going to look out for me and the kid other than you?" she chuckled.
