Yay! It's Natasha and Clint's turn! I just realized that Natasha has been at every birth so far. Fun! Sorry I have not updated in a while, I could not access a computer while I was on vacation. Thank you for the reviews, I like them a lot! Last time I checked, I don't make millions of dollars, so I don't own the Avengers, just the characters I made up. I don't own LOTR either, or Liv Tyler…

Of the Barton twins…

Inside of Stark tower, Natasha and Clint were watching The Lord of The Rings. All though she would never admit it, she desired to be Arwen Undomiel, and for Clint to be Aragorn. Her small frame, was nine months pregnant, and was going through withdraw symptoms. Natasha had not been able to work since SHIELD found out she was pregnant, which was eight months ago. Although she did get one mission when she was six months pregnant.

"Nat," Clint called to her.

"What?" she asked.

"Why does Liv Tyler look like Betty?" he asked her.

She sat up to look at the screen, looking carefully. "Huh, I never noticed that."

She laid back down on Clint's chest, fingering the silver arrow chain on her chest. Clint had given it to her after New York, and when the finally confessed their love for each other. It had been a constant reminder that she was always safe when she was with him.

She checked her phone, and 12:30 flashed on the screen. She sighed and made to get up. Clint, who was always on the lookout, grabbed her arm to pull her down on top of him.

"Clint," she murmured.

"Tasha," he murmured back.

"Clint we have a doctor's appointment in thirty minutes and if you want to see the fireworks we have to hurry," she told him. Today was the 4th of July. After the appointment, they had to catch a plane to watch Tony's fireworks in California. He jumped up, and dragged her to the car.

"Clinton Francis Barton, I can take care of my self!" she yelled. He laughed and continued to drag her to the car. They sat inside their black SHIELD car, and he pulled out of Stark's parking garage. They drove for five minutes, when Natasha felt a sharp pain in her lower back. She gripped the seat, an action that was noticed by Clint.

"Nat, are you ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine, I think," she replied.

He looked at her with concern. "Clint, I was raised in the RED ROOM for god's sake, and I'm Russian, there is no amount of pain I can't handle." When she finished her little speech, she winced in pain as another contraction hit her body.

Clint looked defeated. "I'm calling the ambulance," he told her.

"Clint, we live in a society where pizza gets to your house faster than an ambulance, just drive."

Clint knew better than to argue. "Yes Ma'am."

"Call Betty for me," she told him. He nodded and dialed the number on his phone. His phone was hooked to his car, so when Betty picked up on the third ring, her bubbly voice rang throughout the car with a, "Hello?"

"Betty, it's Nat, the twins are on their way," Natasha said.

"Oh god, I'll be there ASAP," she responded, and hung up.

Natasha winced as another contraction hit her.

She looked over at Clint. "You better start driving Clint, because one thing is for sure, I am not screaming today."

They then sped through traffic, and towards the awaiting hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, Betty was already waiting for them.

"You were supposed to have an appointment today, right?" she asked Natasha.

"Yeah," she managed in between contractions.

"Good, because I called your doctor, and she said that she was meeting us in five minutes in room 512."

They all shuffled into the elevator, and got out on the fifth floor, Clint pushing Natasha in a wheelchair. They counted the doors, down until they reached 512.

Natasha laid down on the bed, and the next four hours of labor progressed.

Four hours later was when Natasha pushed the first child out of her womb, while groaning and biting her lip, determined to not show any pain.

"It's a girl," the doctor told her.

Anastasia, she signed to Clint.

He smirked. "Stacey," he said

The doctor recorded the name down, while Natasha pushed the next child out of her womb, while trying really hard not to scream.

"It's a boy," the doctor said.

Archer, she signed to Clint.

"Hunter," he told the doctor.

"May I have Stacey and Hunter's full names please?" the doctor asked.

"Sure," Clint replied.

Anastasia Lidiya Barton, Natasha signed to Clint.

"Stacey Lindsay Rushman," Clint told the doctor. Natasha smirked, they had been using one of their countless aliases, so incase the red room did come back; it would take them years to find Natasha and Clint's children.

Archer Phillip Barton, Natasha signed to Clint.

"Hunter Liam Rushman," Clint told the doctor.

"Excuse me, but I don't believe I caught your names," the doctor said.

"My name is Natalie Rushman nee Smith, and my husband's name is Jackson Rushman," Natasha replied for Clint.

"Thank you Mrs. Rushman, and enjoy your children."

Natasha could not help the smile that was on her face.

At the age of fifteen, Anastasia and Archer led very different lives.

Anastasia had a beautiful shade of blonde hair that looked white. She had gorgeous crystal blue eyes, and a pale complexion. In other words, she was gorgeous. She was taller than her mother at 5' 10", yet 4 inches shorter than her brother. She trained to be an assassin with Sidney, her parents were her instructors. She never showed emotions, keeping them all bottled up inside, always insisting that: "love is for children." Her father was concerned about her behavior, so he tries to find boys for her to date. She kept under the radar at school, and eventually dropped out, putting her sole effort into her work, which opened her a spot in Fury's inner circle along with Maria hill, and Phil Coulson (who survived).

Archer had short red hair, and dark blue eyes, he was on every girl's hit list in high school, so he was always on dates. He was a skyscraper at 6' 2", and had a crush on Sidney Banner. Archer never used his real name, only ever using his Hunter name. His mother, found his ambition to be normal weird, as she told him that there are no normal people. He desires to be a lawyer in Texas, and to never appear on SHIELD radars – ever again. He also refuses to talk to his sister, because she is so high up in a secret society, and because she uses her real name.

Sorry, this was not my best work. I most likely will not be able to update for a week or so, because I have softball tournaments and practices like everyday. I will get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day!