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"I promise." He says reluctantly pulling away from me and picking up his bags. With one last glance towards me he goes down the hallway and disappears from sight.

I go to the SHEILD headquarters every day and train. I never spar, people are too easy to beat and Clint would probably kill me if he found out that I was training.

POP POP POP POP

I fire at the targets in the shooting range hitting everyone in the center of the chest or the head. All kill shots. It's still bothering me why I only hit Clint's shoulder. I mean at the time I had no clue who he was or why he was there other than to kill me and I only shot him in the shoulder. I fire off another round. As I fill my clip again I hear the door to the range opening and closing and footsteps begin to approach me. The gait is slightly off and he has a slight limp.

"What do you need Coulson?" I ask turning to face him.

"It's Clint, he's back but he's in medical in surgery."

"Fuck, okay." I say pulling off the ear muffs and tucking my gun in my waistband.

I get odd looks still as I walk through the halls but my mind is set on Clint so I ignore them.

"What happened?" I growl at a doctor that is leaving the O.R. where Clint is.

"Took a knife in the leg, and it nicked one of his tendons. We had to stitch it back together." He says slowly backing away from me.

I see Clint's bed wheeled from the OR and I follow them silently. My face is a mask of indifference as I wait outside his room for the doctors to leave. I sneak in the room while the door is still open.

I sit down in an uncomfortable plastic chair next to his bed and sigh.

"I didn't think you'd come." A groggy voice from next to me says.

"Had to your my partner." I say turning towards him. For a second I think he's still asleep but his breathing is more irregular than when he's asleep. Slowly I am met with his storm blue eyes and they are fixated on me.

"How's…?" He asks making a vague gesture to my stomach with his hand.

"Fine. How'd you take the knife to the leg?" I ask curious because I saw him spar a few times and it can't be easy to beat him.

"Torture, ended up getting captured somehow and ended up tied to a metal chair with some nylon rope that I eventually managed to cut but it took a while." He says pressing the button so he rises into a sitting position.

"I believe that the doctor said that you can be discharged tomorrow." I say continuing conversation.

"Don't know if I can last that long. I hate hospitals."

"Because of your…" I trail off after he gives me a sharp nod.

"Then let's leave, I really don't think that they are going to try and stop you. I mean if they do I'll delay them." I say with a smirk. He begins to unhook his I.V. and then the second he stands he stops moving.

"Do you have my clothes?" He asks pulling his gown closed behind him. I toss a bag at him which has his clothes in it. I turn around for modesty's sake, I don't really mind bodies, especially with the kind of life that I have had.

"Lets go." He says, I turn around and smile at his outfit. It's the pair of grey SHEILD sweatpants that he loaned me when we met, and one of the shirts.

We make it out of the hospital with only one nurse trying to stop us. Clint uses some crutches that I took from one of the other rooms.

When we make it back to his apartment I feel a flutter in my stomach and then a foot press into my ribs. Clint and I sit on the couch watching some weird show that he insisted on us watching. I grab his hand and place it on the side of my stomach so he can feel the babies kick. Soon a foot goes into my side hitting his hand.

"WOW! Was that a kick?" He asks placing his other hand on my stomach too. I nod my head and stare at my stomach and his hands. His face portrays pure aw. I lean over and kiss him on the lips sweetly.

"We're glad you're back." I say breaking the soft kiss. He grins at me and then kisses me back. I feel a fire growing in me and soon we're half undressed on the couch.

"Are you sure?" He asks me before removing my bra.

"I've never been so sure about anything in my life." I say and feel his fingers work the latch.

CLINT-

I wake up on my bed and remember the best dream that I've had in a while. Wait! That wasn't a dream, I reach over to the other side of the bed seeking out the warmth of Nat's body. But my hands meet cold sheets. I frown and sit up and then notice that there is a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. I toss on some boxers and head out to the kitchen, I see Nat cooking bacon and eggs and pancakes with blueberries.

"Hey beautiful." I say wrapping my hands around her waist from behind and I press a light kiss onto her neck.

"Hey, made food." She says leaning into my chest slightly. I release her and grab some food.

"I was thinking that because Fury probably knows that you're missing now, that I go and lay it into him and get you some time off for your leg and until the babies are born." She says over a piece of bacon.

"Sounds good, you'll go back to the hospital and go to my old room, when you see it's empty get mad and yell at Fury, it'll shock him, and he can't do anything about it. I'll be in the air ducts above the office watching the whole thing." I say devouring a blueberry pancake which is surprisingly good.

I watch Nat get ready and then we head to the SHEILD head-quarters.

I follow her in the air ducts and then I watch her storm out of my hospital room. She yells at nurses and pushes them out of the way and storms into Fury's office while he's having a meeting.

"Out!" She says to the people in the meeting and she stabs her finger at the door.

"Don't make me say it again." She growls at them. I see twelve senior agents turn pale white and leave everything and leave the room closing the door behind them.

"Romanoff, you cannot conduct yourself that way! I was in the middle of a very important meeting! What's the reason for this?" He says standing up. Then Coulson enters the room.

"YOU! YOU LOST CLINT AFTER GETTING HIM STABBED IN THE LEG! HE COULD HAVE DIED! FIND HIM OR YOU DON'T GET ME AS AN AGENT ANYMORE!" She yells at Fury, then she turns to Coulson. "AND YOU! YOU LET HIM GET HURT AND CAPTURED!" She yells at Coulson who looks at her slightly interested but not alarmed.

"Agent Romanoff calm down." Fury says looking at her like she's a threat.

"NO! You know what! It's your fault of my TRIPLETS! Grow up without their father!" She yells at him and I have to hide a laugh from that because Fury and Coulson's faces when she said triplets paled and they both sat down.

"Triplets?" Coulson asks rubbing his hand through his hair.

"Yeah now if you don't tell me where you put him I will kill you, or leave SHEILD, I wonder which is more deadly, two guys in a room, or having the world's deadliest assassin on the loose again?" She says placing her hands on her hips.

I send a quick message to Coulson and Fury.

Sorry I left, you know I hate hospitals. Tell Romanoff not to freak, and if she does give her what she wants.

It's dangerous not to

-CB

Coulson and Fury look at their phones and a number of emotions pass over their faces as they read it.

"Romanoff, Barton says not to freak out he needed to leave the hospital, he doesn't like them. What do you want though, I mean there is a reason you're here right?" Fury says to her. Nat lets out a huff and places her hands on her hips.

"Fine, give Clint time off until a month after the babies are born. He needs his leg to heal, and the kids need him at their birth not in a jungle in Korea." She says.

"Okay, sounds fair, I guess but if it's a matter of world domination, he needs to come into work." Fury says filling out some paper work in record time.

"Here, Coulson file this, it says Barton is off of active duty until further notice, same with Romanoff."

Natasha gives a smirk turns on her heel and walks out of the door. I'll meet her at the car in a minute but I want to see what happens with Fury and Coulson.

"Thanks Coulson, why did you show up anyways?" Fury asks

"I heard the commotion and one of the new agents say something about the hot pregnant red head with ninja skills lost her marbles and is going to kill the director." Coulson says with a laugh.

I leave the air ducts and wait for Nat at the car.

"Sorry needed to pick up some paperwork that says I'm officially and agent and your partner" Nat says approaching me holding up a yellow envelope.

"Kay, do you know what the junior agents call you?" I ask as we get into the car.

"No what?"

"Hot pregnant red head with the mad ninja skills." I chuckle out and she frowns slightly.

"Well I am attractive, pregnant, I have red hair and my fighting skills are nearly ninja like. In fact I had to kill one in my past." She says considering the new information.

"You killed a ninja?" I ask astonished but with a smile on my face.

"Yeah turns out they aren't that well trained, though one of them did manage to get a throwing star to lodge in my thigh."

We laugh and chuckle. Over the next few months Nat needs to go on bed rest more often because she is a high risk pregnancy which she calls "Bullshit".

She settles into life in our apartment in Manhattan.

"Clint, this apartment is too small. How are we going to fit three babies in here with us? I mean the one bedroom is great for now but in another month, not going to happen." Nat says with her feet propped up on the coffee table and using her large stomach as a table for my laptop that she stole from me today.

"Oh, well you want to move now?" I ask finishing the dishes.

"Better now than when the triplets are born."

"Got a place in mind?"

"Yeah actually, it's not too far from here we can see it today, four bedrooms, large living room, big kitchen. I can schedule to see it today." She says staring at the computer.

"Four bedrooms?" I ask last I counted there would be five of us in the apartment and we need an office.

"The boys can share a room, and we can still have an office." She says grinning at me almost making me melt.

"Sounds good schedule it for about four." I say coming over to look at the pictures she's got pulled up.

"So this is the kitchen and the bedrooms are just through there as well as the living room and bathrooms, feel free to look around and just holler if you need me!" The real estate lady chirps. I cringe just at looking at her yellow pantsuit and bubblegum pink painted lips remind me of my days in the circus.

"Come on sweetie!" Nat says pulling me along with her over to the bedrooms.

"Looks good! How much is rent again?" I ask the real estate lady that I nicknamed #2 because she reminds me of a pencil.

"Oh about $2,000 a month but the neighborhood is great and the apartment has so much room. It's great for expecting couples like you!" She rambles.

"Alright, we'll take it. Do you take cash?" I ask her pulling out a wad of cash from my jacket pocket, #2 just nods and I count out the money plus the deposit.

Nat and I spend the next two weeks moving into the new place and then we begin our lives, keeping mainly to ourselves. Occasionally we say hi to the neighbors if we pass them in the hall but for the most part we keep to ourselves only leaving for doctor's appointments, food, and daily walks.

"Gah! Can you believe that they want to induce my labor by giving me drugs or schedule a C section! That is ridiculous! Both of those involve chemicals and I am not exposing our children to that! I could kill them for even suggesting that." Nat rants as she plops onto the couch her belly protruding. She pokes at her belly with a finger where one of the babies just kicked at.

"Here have some blueberries they'll cheer you up." I say handing her a bowl she rests it on her belly and begins eating when she freezes in place.

"Clint my water broke."

NATASHA-

I was still fuming from my doctor's appointment where they told me they wanted a C-section or to induce labor. I sat on the couch when a sharp jab from one of my babies' feet hit my side so I poked back. Feeling some Braxton Hicks contractions I leaned back attempting to calm down and relax, that was when I felt a warm liquid gush out from between my legs, soaking my pants.

"Clint my water broke." I say attempting to get up off of the couch. He comes over and helps me up then I change my pants and we head to the hospital. I'm surprised that Clint is so calm he has been pretty protective and worried the past few weeks.

"Hi, I'm in labor." I say as I check in at the maternity ward at the hospital in SHEILD. In less than thirty seconds people are trying to get me into a wheel chair but I refuse grab Clint's hand walk to my room, where I undress and put on the hospital gown shuttering as I do so.

"Last time I was admitted to a hospital was for a gunshot wound to my calf and then one of the Red Room leaders found out about it and then came and got me and proceeded to shoot me in the calf three more times and once in the thigh." I say moving to sit on the bed. Clint nods in understanding and sits in one of the weird plastic chairs by my bed and grabs my hand.

Nearly an hour later a doctor comes in and checks my dilation, by now the contractions have grown from barely there to uncomfortable.

"Hope you're ready to push you're at ten centimeters." The doctor says. In the next ten minutes I have the head of one of my children out.

"One more big push and baby number one is out!" The doctor shouts from some where.

"WOULD YOU JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY?! THEY ARE COMING OUT OF MY BODY! I CAN FEEL WHAT I AM DOING!" I yell at him. Clint holds my hand stifling laughter as the doctor turns red.

The next contraction hits and I push as hard as I can.

"Baby A is a little girl!" One of the nurses shouts. Clint kisses my forehead and whispers in my ear,

"Good job, one down two to go. Still so sure about giving that nerd the night of his life?"

I grin and nod my head and bare down as another contraction hits. I feel his head come out and then his body soon after.

"Baby B is a boy!" Another nurse shouts.

"Doctor baby C is breached we need to do a C section." One of the nurses says using an ultrasound machine to look at the baby in my stomach.

"Is he in the canal yet?" The doctor asks, I begin to feel worried at this, I thought they were all in position.

"Damnit Clint, you know this one is your son right. Difficult little…" Clint cuts me off with a sweet kiss before I can say any profanities.

"I know I'm difficult Nat but thanks." He whispers in my ear and gives me a smile. I smile weakly back and watch the doctor try and figure out what to do.

"Alright we are going to have to apply pressure to your stomach to help the baby move into position. Don't worry this happens pretty often and the procedure is safer than a C- section." The doctor says. I nod and then his hands are on my stomach pushing my baby into position. It hurts more than the contractions so I grip Clint's hand and hold on for dear life. I can tell that I am hurting him but I won't break his hand.

"The baby is position now doctor." The nurse says scanning my stomach with the ultrasound wand.

I push as the next contraction hits me less than five seconds later. I feel the baby's head come out and then it goes back in a little. I push twice as hard as I redouble my efforts and the baby's head come out all the way. On the next contraction I get him all the way out finally leaving me exhausted and worried for my babies' health. I heard the two cry before but now I need to hear three cry. Nearly five minutes later the baby cries loudly effectively relieving all of the tension in the room.

"Clint I need to see them." I say noticing the black creep into the edges of my vision. He must have noticed the urgency in my voice because he gets the three basinets and places them in my vision. I reach my hand out and I touch each of their heads and then the blackness takes over completely.