Fury pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration. 'SHIELD does not pay me enough,' he thought, annoyed. He was fine commanding the rest of his SHIELD agents, orchestrating missions and gathering intel. That always went well…for the most part. There was the occasional mishap that they have to shell out money for to cover it up, but overall the regular agents were fine.

But the Avengers….they were always a thorn in his side. Dr. Banner usually didn't give any problems besides the buildings and other miscellaneous objects the Hulk tended to destroy during battle, but there was always damage when the Avengers went into a mission. Thor wasn't too much trouble either; just the differences between Earth and Asgard made communication and explaining technology a bit time-consuming and sometimes near impossible. Overall he was a good guy just trying to protect the planet. Steve was almost never a problem. He was a soldier who followed orders and argued against them when he thought they were wrong. He was smart, he was level-headed, he was what the Avengers desperately needed. He was there to balance out the biggest thorn in Fury's side: Tony Stark. Tony gave him a headache on a near daily basis with his constant hacking into the SHIELD database, going against orders on missions and just being an overall pain.

That left him with the pair sitting across the desk from him, SHIELD's two best agents, Romanoff and Barton. He knew SHIELD wouldn't be as efficient and feared if it wasn't for the work these two put in. They could be stubborn and disobey orders occasionally, but overall they were good agents who always got the job done in one way or another. He really couldn't ask for more. What he could have asked, that he didn't think about asking because he thought they were smarter than that, was for them not to get pregnant. What in gods name was he going to do with a pregnant agent and her trigger-happy husband?

"It wasn't bad enough that you two went and got married in Budapest, thinking you could hide it from me," Fury started.

"Honestly didn't think you'd take that long to find out; it was over a year," Clint said, shutting up as Natasha elbowed him in the ribs.

"Thin ice, Barton, thin ice," Fury said seriously. "The only reason you managed to skate under the radar that long is because of Coulson. There's a reason we call him one of our best. But I let that one go. You two were married, there was no changing that, and as long as it didn't affect your work in the field, it didn't matter, not to me. The Board didn't need to know about it either. But I thought you two were at least smart enough to know not to get pregnant."

"We never thought we could get pregnant in the first place," Natasha interrupted. "We thought I couldn't-"

Fury held up his hand, stopping her words. "I know what you thought Agent Romanoff; I have access to your medical files too." Fury sighed, rubbing his forehead tiredly as he tried to figure what to do. "So now where does that leave us? Do we continue on as if nothing's happened? Do we yank Romanoff from the field for the duration of her pregnancy and let her continue working once she has the baby? Does SHIELD get rid of its two best agents, turning them loose on the world, and forcing them to become a normal civilian family? What do we do, agents?"

Clint looked at Natasha before speaking, not wanting to be elbowed again. Sitting in Fury's office felt like being called down to the principal's office for blowing up the chem. lab; he did have his partner in crime next to him. They had discussed at length on their way to the base what they wanted to do in terms of her work at SHIELD, wanting what would be best for her and the baby. It took a while but they managed to reach a compromise of sorts. "Actually, sir, Natasha and I have an idea about what to do," Clint said cautiously.

"We were thinking that I could continue with my missions until I'm nearing my fourth month," she chimed in. "After that point I could continue working from SHIELD, gathering intel, tracking people. A desk job of sorts." Natasha absolutely hated the idea of a desk job, but she was out of options at the moment. She knew Clint would never agree to her being out in the field when she was heavily pregnant, but she couldn't stand the idea of sitting at home in the Tower while he was out on missions; at least with a desk job she could keep track of him and be of some help. By her fourth month she would be subtly showing that she was pregnant, making her an easy target. This was the best solution available. "After I have my baby, I'll take a little time to recuperate and then I'll be back in the field."

Fury nodded his head; it was a good plan all things considered. Besides he was running out of viable options. "How far along are you, Agent Romanoff?" he asked.

"The doctors say I'm around my ninth week," she replied, unable to hide the small smile on her lips.

"Do the other Avengers know?"

"No and we don't want them too, not yet anyway," Clint answered. "It'll just been too much to deal with in the field. They'll become overly protective, she won't be able to do her job properly, it'll be potentially dangerous." Not that he wasn't gonna be over protective of her regardless. She was his wife and now she was his pregnant wife; he was going to be on her like a shadow.

"Alright agents, we'll go with this plan for now," Fury said. "But any sign of medical distress from Agent Romanoff and she's getting pulled from the field until she gives birth. Understood?"

"Yes sir," they said simultaneously.

"You're dismissed," he said, reaching for the stack of folders on his desk. "And agents," he called as they opened the door, turning back to look at him. "Congratulations."

How long will Clint and Natasha be able to keep this a secret? What if something happens in the field? When will the Avengers find out? Reviews please!