Hi guys, Rushman here. This chapter is deep. Just warning you. Not bottom of the pool deep, but your hair will definitely get wet. And sorry for splitting it up into two chapters, but it would have been 4,418 words, and I wanted to post sooner than today. So yeah, on toooooooooooo

SPECIAL DELIVERY PART 2!

Natasha couldn't breathe. She felt like she was getting stabbed in the abdomen. And she didn't know why. When the contraction hit, and Clint rushed her to the hospital, she knew what was happening. The Red Room had taken everything away from her. Her parents, her childhood, her innocence, and her brother. Why wouldn't they have taken away her one shot at a normal life. Let's face it; Natasha's life was way past not normal. But kids. Natasha had always wanted kids. When she was brought into the Red Room, that dream went out the window with all of the others, but it came back after she escaped. There was nothing she wanted wanted to give her children the childhood she never got. She wanted to play with them in the snow and dress up with them for Halloween. She wanted to have a daughter and let her dance, and watch her create the beauty that words couldn't show. But the Red Room took that too. Natasha didn't know what to do. She heard Clint yelling at people and Fury, and then Karen talking. Oh, thank God. If anyone could figure out what was going on and how to fix it, it would be Karen. Natasha actually felt a glimmer of hope. She struggled back into full consciousness.

"Clint," Natasha murmured, trying to get his attention. He spun around, shocked, and more than a bit relieved.

"Natasha, thank God! Your cervix isn't dilating properly. Basically, your kids are stuck. We don't know why the contractions are so...weird, but we need to do a C-section. It's your kids' best shot." Karen was by her bed, looking her strait in the face, before Clint could say a thing. Natasha looked at Clint, confused and wincing, but also expectant. He translated what Karen had said into Russian for her. Karen continued. "We're waiting for an OR to open, it's ridiculous that they don't have one, but we need you to stay calm. On a scale of sprain to appendix rupturing, how bad is it? And no, I haven't forgotten that."Clint once again translated for her, and Karen smiled, laughing at her agent's indignant look. A few years back, Natasha's appendix had been inflamed, and she had ignored it. It ruptured, and she had almost died, but it served as a reminder not to ignore pain. Karen had never let her forget it. But her pout was a good sign. If she could fake hurt, the real one wasn't insane.

"Я дрейфующих где-то между сломанной грудиной и стрелой в заднице. (I'm drifting somewhere between a broken sternum and an arrow in the ass.)" Natasha slurred with a glare at Clint. He'd shot her in the rear when he first met her in Russia. Clint smiled. She wasn't in serious pain anymore. Her drug tolerance had worn out. He translated for Karen and she nodded. This was major improvement.

Pepper hurried back into the room, saying, "Operating Room 208 is free in 20 minutes... Natasha, you're awake! Are you okay, I mean relatively?" Pepper was mentally thanking her lucky stars individually and by name.

"Well... I feel like I'm in labor, so this seriously fucking hurts, plus there are damn complications so I have to get a C-section, so how do you think?!" Natasha couldn't help it. She was in pain, hormonal, and about to get her stomach cut open. Pepper looked taken aback, and looked at Clint for guidance. He just shook his head and gestured out of the room.

"Таш, я должен идти. Мне очень жаль, но я скоро вернусь. дерьмо! (Tash, I have to go. I'm sorry, but I'll be right back. Shit!)" Clint tried to get out easily so he could talk to Pepper, but he narrowly avoided a watch to the head. He sent an apologetic look to Karen, who sighed and nodded, then joined Pepper in the hallway. She looked close to tears, and he honestly couldn't blame her.

"Pep, I'm sorry. She is in way more pain than she is letting on, and she's also really scared. Just tread lightly. I think you were a bit too cheerful, which isn't your fault, but she doesn't like cheerful people when she isn't. This is serious. Where's Tony and the gang? I thought they would've wanted to be here." Clint looked at Pepper's frightened expression and took pity on her. It was best she wasn't here. If Tony was here she could go wait with him, but Clint didn't want her sitting in the waiting room all by herself. And she didn't seem to be in the right headspace to drive herself home.

"They're in the waiting room. I told them not to worry. I didn't tell them about the complications. Should I?" Pepper had figured it was Clint and Tasha's decision as to what information was given.

"Yeah, tell them. They deserve to know. Thanks Pepper. Now, I have to go. If I stay out here much longer she'll put me in the ICU. Bye," Clint saluted, then resigned himself to what was in store. He walked back into the room very slowly, to find Natasha giving him her Black Widow death glare. He gulped.

"Alright, OR 208 is open. Let's get those kids out of there!" Karen swooped in and saved Clint from a very unfortunate end. They wheeled Natasha down the hall and into the elevator. She was still wincing and groaning, but it was nothing compared to what was happening before. They rushed out of the elevator when it finally arrived, and wheeled her to the OR. There, Karen stopped. "Do you want to be in there or stay out here. Trust me, it isn't pretty."

Clint didn't even think for a second. "I've seen her in worse conditions. I'll be fine." He said, taking a deep breath.

"Then let's do this." Karen brought Natasha into the OR, and she and the other two doctors in there began prepping her for surgery. One of them looked up at Clint. "You can't be in here sir, I'm sorry." Clint clenched his fists, and Karen stepped in. "Doctor...Moore, is it? This is Agent Clint Barton, and the woman you are prepping for surgery is Agent Natasha Romanoff. Do those names ring any bells? Because they have the longest and most impressive track record anyone has every seen. She also has the most well deserved trust issues in the world, and I'm not exaggerating. The fact that she is letting you, a stranger, put unknown drugs in her body at all shows how scared she is for her children, but if you make him leave, she will break you. I'm not kidding. He stays." Doctor Moore looked visibly scared, and Clint would have smirked if it wasn't for the matter at hand. By now, Natasha was visibly drowsy, and starting to slip under. Clint walked to her, and whispered, "Я буду здесь. Я не оставлю тебя. Я обещаю, Наташа. Хорошо? (I will be right here. I am not leaving you. I promise, Natasha. Okay?)" He just caught the faint, "хорошо," back, but it was enough. She was unconscious. The doctors checked all of her vitals, and made sure she was connected to all of the machines, then began. Clint stood in the corner of the room in military fashion. He lowered his eyes. Just because he had seen worse, didn't mean he had to see this.

A faint cry caught Clint's attention. He looked up and saw him. His little boy. Karen cleaned him up and wrapped him in a blanket, then brought him over. Clint just stared. He didn't know how to do this. How do you hold someone so tiny without crushing him? How do you make sure you don't drop him? But Karen didn't give him a choice. She guided his arms to mirror hers, then handed him his baby. He was amazing. His little body was dwarfed by Clint's archer arms, and he had tiny little red curls on his head. His eyes were open, and they were unnatural. They were both green, but one was green close to the pupil, and then the color turned grey further out. It was hauntingly beautiful. He was a perfect mix of Clint and Natasha's features. "Hey, buddy," Clint whispered, "I made you. With the help of the amazing woman over there, I made you. You are my baby boy, and you are the most amazing thing I have ever seen. I love you," Clint finished his soliloquy just as a second cry filled the room, this one much, much louder. He looked at Karen, now bringing him his little girl.

She was gorgeous. Her head was almost bare, but she had little blond wisps of hair growing. her eyes weren't open yet, but her face was beautiful. She was his. She was just beginning to wake up, squirming around in Karen's arms. She opened her eyes, and Clint gasped. They were the brightest green he had ever seen. They were brighter than Natasha's eyes, and that was saying something. It was like someone had taken two emeralds, polished them for days, and then transformed them into eyes. It was amazing.

"Trade?" Karen asked, holding out her arm for the boy. Clint eased him into her arms, and then gently lifted his daughter up. Daughter. Weird. She looked up at him with curiosity. And then smacked him in the face. Karen looked up at the sound, and saw Clint with a small hand-print forming on his face. She laughed. Then Clint started to laugh. He was going to have some trouble with this one.

"Can you take them to the nursery? People can look at them in there. It's the first door after you get out of the hallway with all of the operating room. Do you need help?" Clint shook his head, then carefully shifted his baby in his arms, so that he was carrying her with only one arm. Karen gently laid the baby girl down in Clint's other arm. He carefully walked out of the OR, and into the nursery. A nurse rushed up to help him, taking the girl in her arms.

"She's beautiful. Do you have names for them yet, Sir?" The nurse asked, looking up.

"Not for her. We found out about her when she came. We didn't know we were having twins. But this is Aleksei Luka Barton- Romanoff. For her, just write Barton- Romanoff," Clint said with a smile. He loved the name Natasha had chosen for Aleksei. They were planning on having their children grow up speaking English and Russian, and any other language they wanted to learn. It was Natasha's compensation for never being able to go back to Russia. If she couldn't go back home, she would bring it into her new home.

The nurse looked up in recognition. "Barton- Romanoff? Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton? It's an honor, Agent Barton." Clint just smiled awkwardly. This happened a lot. Hopefully the children in the room, his children, would keep this woman from coming on to him.

"I used to want to be a field agent, and you were my role model. You were one of the youngest agents ever to join, and I looked up to you. I never thought I would actually get to meet you. It's really amazing!" The nurse continued. Clint changed his mind. Most young female agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. had a crush on him. It was nice to meet one who simply looked up to him.

"It's an honor to meet someone who looks up to me so much. Thank you," Clint smiled. They laid the babies down in bassinets next to each other, and the nurse wrote their names on the card, occasionally asking about spelling.

"It was nice to meet you..."

"Hannah,"

"It was nice to meet you, Hannah. I have to go, or else my wife will put me in the ICU for not being there when she wakes up. See you around." Clint waved, walking away. He was on top of the world. He had two beautiful babies, an amazing wife, and he just met a woman who looked up to him as a role model.

Clint walked into Natasha's room with the biggest smile. Natasha was just waking up. He sat down by her side.

"You did it, Nat. They're beautiful. You should see them. But we need a name for the girl. She is absolutely gorgeous. She has your eyes." Clint's eyes were shining with a boyish excitement. Natasha couldn't help but smile.

"Anisya. I always loved that name. What about her middle name? Would you like to have the honor?" Natasha almost started crying. A baby girl. Someone to enjoy all of the freedoms and joys that Natasha never could.

"Anisya Pepper," Clint said with a smile.

Less fluff, I will admit, but it is possible to die from fluff overload.

When I was writing this, and by the way it took me about 5 hours, I would write a paragraph, then stop and feel really proud of myself before realizing that my paragraph was about 3 sentences long at best. I would write a bit, then throw my self on the floor or do some crunches, then repeat. So your welcome. You have no idea how much I do for you guys.

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