It wasn't until two days later that Clint got back from his mission. It had been supposed to be a simple in-shoot-out-thing, that's why he had been alone, but it turned out to be a bit more complicated (because, really, who could have known this druglord wasn't only one, but two identical twinbrothers sharing that one identity?).
So, when Clint came home, not injured, but extremly tired, all he wanted to do was fall into the bed and sleep. But of course, fate had other plans.
Natasha had been wary the whole day. A mission going longer than planned was nothing new, in fact about every second mission didn't hit the time frame, but she was pregnant and did not know how to tell the father and now he was on some 'easy' mission... she worried. Not that she would ever admit it.
So when he came back in the late afternoon, she was very relieved. Over the years, she had developed a look for injuries on her partner, and luckily, right now she saw none. But he was tired. Very tired. Probably hadn't slept in at least 48 hours, considering the heavy bags under his eyes. He should just go to bed.
But Natasha knew that she had to tell him now. Like Right now. Before he found out on another way. Before he was sent on another mission.
So, when he came in their bedroom, she was already there.
He entered their room and was very happy to find Tasha there. She was always the only one he wanted to see after a mission. She stood up from the bed, hugged and kissed him and whispered her 'hello' on russian.
„Hello" he whispered back.
Something was wrong. He sensed it immediatly. She pulled him down and sat on the bed with him.
„Clint, I … have to tell you something."
Later he thought of himself as stupid for not getting it then. When had she ever begun a conversation with 'I have to tell you something'?
But in this moment, he didn't think. He just looked into her eyes and hoped it was nothing to important.
„I …" she interrupted herself, looked at her hands and started new.
„We never talked about …" She was nervous. He had never seen her this nervous. She took a deep breath and tried a third time.
„I … I'm pregnant."
Whatever he expected, this was not it. In this moment, the shock was overwhelming. He fainted.
In his defense, he had just gotten back from an exhausting mission, hadn't slept in 48 hours and had never ever thought of hearing Tasha saying this words. But fact is fact, he fainted.
Natasha was pretty shocked when Clint just fainted. Obviously his brain decided that he was much to tired to understand this news and just shut down.
A second, she panicked. This seemed to become a habit of hers lately. She would have to work on it. She grabbed him and shaked him a bit.
Then, thankfully, the thinking part of her brain took over and she checked his pulse. Normal. Just the exhaustion and the shock. She couldn't blame him. He had found a way more elegant way to deal with it, even though she wasn't sure if the panick would not come later.
So, she just layed down with him, pulled the blanket over both of them and closed her eyes.
A few hours later, Clint woke up. He lay in his bed, Tasha next to him. What had happend?
He remembered coming home from the mission and Tasha being there to greet him. She had wanted to tell him something. Something important. For some reason he obviously passed out. What had it been that she was trying to tell him?
Trying to remember, he glanced around the room. What was it? It was bothering him. She had been nervous, never a good thing with Tasha.
Then his eyes fell on her book, lying on her nightstand. It hit him harder than any bullet could have done. 'What to expect when you're expecting'. She had told him she was pregnant.
He looked at her. Still sleeping peacefully. He had to smile. Tasha, his Tasha, was pregnant. They had never talked about having children, he had always thought she didn't want any. Always thought his dreams of a little red-headed girl running towards him and calling him 'daddy' were damned to be exactly that: Dreams.
And now she was pregnant. He grinned stupidly. He was going to be a dad.
Suddenly, he remembered what he had done after she told him. He had fainted. Hopefully she didn't thought he didn't want it after that! He suddenly feared she wasn't going to keep it. She was the Black Widow after all. What if she decided for an abortion?
But she lay here right next to him and on the table lay a pregnancy book, which he thought was a good sign.
He gently caressed her cheek. She looked so beautiful while sleeping. She slowly opened her eyes.
„Recovered from the shock?"
„Yes. I'm sorry."
„Don't be. It was actually better than what I did after seeing the test results." She smiled.
„What did you do?"
„I panicked a bit. Thank god Pepper knows how to keep calm in such situations."
„Yeah, I always think she has to be a saint for not running from us all till now." He chuckled.
He had to bring it up now. He didn't want to raise his hopes when she wasn't going to keep it.
„What are we doing now?"
„I think I'll have to tell Fury. He won't be pleased."
„So you want to keep it?"
„Yes" Incredable happiness flooded his mind. She was going to keep it. They would have a child!
„Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
„Yes, but I still love to hear it." She grinned now, too. He pulled her closer and said:
„I think I may have to borrow this book from you then."
„Probably."
AN: This one is fluffy, too, I know, but I decided that I won't apologize for it anymore ; )
I hope you liked it anyway! Tell me what you think!
