'So what should we call it then, Tasha?'

Oh god she hadn't even though she'd be pregnant, let alone pregnant with twins, let alone think of a name for them!

'Ermm, you can choose.' Nice save Nat.

'I was thinking of a name that actually meant something? Like strong or wise?'

'Mmmmmhhhmmmm, sounds good, whatever you pick will be fine by me.'

So Clint wandered over to his desk in the study, powered up his Mac book. He logged using the password 'birdslovespiders', then typed into Google 'baby names' and clicked on the first mentioned result, which was coincidently a site called , interesting, he thought, very interesting.

He had already had some names in mind before he went looking but they all turned out to mean stupid things like 'Cyclops' or 'Dog'.

Just for fun he searched his own name, which meant 'fair', he could be fair he supposed, he would be a good father to his children he vowed and that meant he would have to be fair with them too, respectable, he though. Clint also search Natasha's name, it meant 'Christmas'. Weird, he thought, but she was like a present to him, so it made slight sense. For the heck of it he searched his teams names as well; Steve - Crown, Bruce – wood, Tony – Protector (ironic, Clint thought), Pepper – unknown, Thor – god of thunder (made sense).

The site listed the meaning of the names next to the, it wasn't exactly mind-stretching material, so after 30 minutes searching he narrowed it down to:

Boys:

Aaron – Strong Mountain

Andy – Man Warrior

Harold – Army Warrior

Jay – Victory

Girls:

Adele – Noble

Alexis – Defender

Chloe-Louise – Young Warrior

Katherine – Pure

He had already had some names in mind before he went looking but they all turned out to mean stupid things like 'Cyclops'

'Hey Tasha? Which name do you like best?'

The pregnant woman answered her partner's call and meandered into his study, which was painted like the night sky, a dark blue with white dots to represent the constellations which were hand-painted on, designed by Steve Rogers himself, the floor was forest green carpet. The wannabe interior designer had felt the need to co-ordinate all the furniture; the bookcase, desk and coffee table where all a dark mahogany and the desk chair, sofa and beanbags where all neutral creams.

'Aaron sounds good for the boy, I like Chloe-Louise is well, sounds strong but feminine too.'

'Me too, so it's settled then?'

'I guess.'

Clint put his hand over Natasha's tummy and whispered 'Hey there little Aaron and little Chloe-Louise.'

He turned to Tasha, who stared into his beautiful green eyes, the colour of summer.

'Sounds perfect.'

Upon the occasion of their pregnancy, Clint and Natasha thought I'd be wise to tell the rest of the group, so at 6pm that very same evening, after Pepper had got back from work, and Steve had finished his evening run, they had called a meeting, which called for everyone to be there, no exceptions, except Thor, who was at that moment over 4 million miles away.

'Spidy and Katniss, can we wrap this up, I've got super intellectual genius business to get on with.' Tony remarked.

'Which means him and Pepper have got a date planned.' Tony glared at Steve, whatever him and his wife had planned had nothing to do with the Captain. Tony proceeded to kiss Pepper in front of Steve just to prove a point. To which Steve promptly turned away, his old-fashioned behaviour kicking in, it was rude to look at a couple while they were being intimate, even if they did it on purpose right in front of him.

'Okay, love fest over, Tasha and I have important news regarding our family.'

'Oh Nat, you haven't got cancer have you?'

Well that was out of nowhere, somehow Bruce always assumed the worst.

'No but she has got something.'

'Aids? Bronchus? Malaria? Tuberculosis? Diarrhoea? Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary? Respitory Infection? Ischemic Heart?'

'No! It's something good.' Now Tony was assuming the worse too.

'Your great aunt Lucy passed away and left you a fortune in her will, now you can move out and stop mooching off me?'

Tired of this guessing game Natasha abruptly said 'I'm pregnant.'

'You're what?' A chorus of voices returned.

'I'm pregnant, yano with child? I've got a bun in my oven.'

'We get that Mother Hen, what I would like to know is how? I thought your …. Lady parts were royally fucked up after you turned 16?'

'Hey watch how you speak to my wife, Stark.'

'You read my file?'

'Spidy, I've read everyone's file, trust me, yours isn't exactly special.'

Natasha glared at him.

'Nat, I think what we are all trying to say is congratulations,' Pepper beamed at them, Natasha knew she wanted to be pregnant too, ever since Tony had proposed, and Pepper thought she would be the night of her wedding but Tony had used a condom, must to her dismay. She hadn't brought it up with him yet, but thought that with Natasha and Clint now pregnant, it might give him an incentive to want children.

A million and one questions later and the gathering was nearing a close.

'Oh we almost forgot something, Clint insisted that we get 12 ultra-scan photos, so each of you now has one.'

Clint pulled out an array of envelopes and gave one to each of the attendees.

'There sooooo cute.' Pepper gave subtle hints towards her husband.

'Really? You can tell where they are?' Tony was clearly not receiving the hints.

The group disembersed for bed and Clint and Natasha were in their room alone together. Snuggled up under the duvet cuddling, the picture of a happy family.

'Clint?'

'Yeah Tasha?'

'Do you really love me?'

'More than anything in the universe.'

'Would you do anything for me?'

'If you wanted a flower from the very depths of the deadliest jungle I'd pack a bag right this second and go fetch it for you.'

'That's good then, because I want you to tell Fury.'

'I think I want a divorce.'