Chapter 3: A Barton is Born

Tony's POV

I had to give a hand to Clint, being able to put up with a pregnant Natasha is not easy. During the first few weeks we learned not to mess with Nat, cause she would blow up at the smallest of things.

Clint's POV

During the 12th week Nat was already starting to get a little baby bump and stop wearing her shield uniform. It had been a crazy 12 weeks full of weird food cravings, mood swings and a lot of other stuff that I'd rather not say. We got to find out if our baby is a boy or girl this week, and the doctor informed us that it was a boy.

At 20 weeks you could clearly tell Nat was pregnant as the baby grew and got bigger inside of her. I was just glad that her morning sickness was starting to go away.

At around 22 weeks me and Nat were having an argument about me coming home late from a mission and me not calling to tell her, I was pretty sure we were keeping the whole tower awake. But, that's not what matters while we were fighting Nat suddenly froze in surprise.

"Nat what's wrong?" I asked her afraid something was wrong with the baby.

"Nat-"

"Ssshhh, Clint, he kicked."

"what?" I asked as I got down on my knees and put a hand on her stomach, and sure enough I felt a little kick against the palm of my hand.

I looked at Nat in amazement and stood up. It was the first time he had started kicking. I forgot all about the fight we just had and kissed Nat.

The nine months were almost over and I could barely sleep, I was so excited to finally see my son.

It was September 4th at 1:00 in the morning when we had to take Nat to the Hospital.

Then eight hour later our son was born and put in my arms to hold. He was so small and was pitting a fit, but all but stopped crying once he was in my arms. He already had orange hair like his mom's growing on hid head, though I could tell it was going to be straight like my hair. Then he opened his eyes for the first time and I saw he has my light blue eyes.

"Nat, want to hold our son?"

She shook her head yes and held out her arms.

"Clint, he has my color hair and your eye color."

"Yeah, I know." I said as I leaned forward and rested my arms on the end of the bed.

"What do you want to name him?" she asked me.

"Roy, Roy Barton."

She smiled as everyone filed into the hospital room.

"Everyone meet Roy Barton, the new member of our superfamily."

Everyone congratulated us and asked to hold the baby, in tell the nurse made them all leave so the mom and baby could get some sleep.

That was it, on September 4th Roy Barton was born.