"I wish you could see him Clint." Natasha stood at the edge of the still unconscious man's bed, holding the newborn wrapped in a blanket. His vitals had evened out, and they took the ventilator off, switching to a oxygen mask, but he still wasn't awake. She had given birth to a baby boy, Phillip Alexander Barton, at exactly 5:23 PM on November 17. The boy had little streaks of red hair and the greyest eyes you would have ever seen. "He was very impatient to come here. So you better not keep him waiting." She almost felt silly, talking to him when she knew he couldn't hear her.
"Aunty?" She heard the small voice coming from below her. Looking down she saw Peter, standing on his toes to peek over the edge of the bed. Neither of his fathers anywhere. "Is 'lint 'wake to see da bay-bee?" The toddler asked, now looking up at the red head.
She crouched down to his level and sighed sadly. "Not yet Petey, but he'll wake up soon. Here, you want to see your new cousin?" The boy nodded, peeking through the blanket at the baby. "Where are your daddies?" She asked him after a few moments.
"I 'don know." Peter shrugged.
"Are they home?"
He nodded with a 'uh huh' and ran off to find them. Natasha smiled as the tot left.
She heard a heavy breath from behind her, turning around to see Clint's hand move towards the oxygen mask covering his mouth.
Natasha reached for it before Clint could could, and gently removed it from his head.
The Archer saw the bundle of cloth in Natasha's arms and quickly realized what he'd missed.
"Shit." He whispered a raspy breath.
The other assassins gave him an unamused look. "Yeah, shit is right. I'd hit you right now if there was a place too." Se scolded before taking on a gentle expression and softer tone. "Next time actually be careful for me."
"I'm so sorry Nat. I wish I could have been there for you."
She leaned over and kissed his forehead. She scooted his body over to the right side of the bed and climbed in next to him. "He's been waiting for you." She whispered, show the man his day old child.
"He?" Clint rested his head on Natasha's shoulder and marveled at his son. "So you went with Phillip then?"
"Yeah." They agreed awhile ago that if it was a boy, he'd be named after one of the bravest men either of them knew.
And they both knew that their son would honor Phil Coulson's name.
This whole chapter was a last minute decision, so, sorry if it really sucks. And sorry that its really short.
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