EgyptAdbydos: This is a plot bunny that has not left me alone so I decided to write it down. I had help from Shakaka, she edit, and we role played most of what's written. So she is credit with playing and writing Natasha.

Summary: Clint was sent to kill Natasha Romanova, but he had a secret that he didn't tell Fury, Natasha was his soul-mate and Alpha, he went along like he agreed with Fury's decision but he had his own plan, try to get her to come with him. He knows that he's playing a gambled but she's his soul-mate, so he's hoping he can use that to his advantage to her to come with him to join SHIELD.

Watch them as they fall in love and eventually bring a little one to the world and the ups and downs of parenthood and working with the Avengers and SHIELD.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Warnings: Omega-verse, knotting, lemons, heat cycles, Mpreg, assassin things.

Pairings: Natasha (Alpha) x Clint (Omega), Tony (Alpha) x Bruce (Omega), Thor (Alpha) x Jane (Omega) and Steve (Alpha) x Loki (Omega)


A Year Later

Clint placed his duffle bag on the bed of the hotel he and Natasha will be stay at unt they could kill this person they we're send to kill. Clint turned around and faced Natasha, it's been a year since she joined SHIELD and the agents there learn not to mess with her because they would get their asses handed to them. Clint liked the fact that they got closer and that Fury let them be partners for missions even if they were soul-mates.

Natasha stepped into the room and closed the door before observing their surroundings with an apathetic expression. The room was classier than some they'd been forced to stay at, but it was still pretty shabby. "So, we have to pretend we're together," she began, turning a knowing smirk on Clint as she walked toward him and tossed her duffel bag on the bed. "Shouldn't be too hard."

"Yup, we're pretending to be together." Clint said as he sat on the bed. "We're supposed to seduce him and then killed him."

"Tasha? I want to ask you something.." Clint said before flushing and looking else where. " ummm...never mind."

Natasha snorted softly as she strolled over and swung around to stand in front of Clint, crossing her arms and arching a brow as he blushed and looked away. When he kept his silence, she sighed, "Just tell me, Clint."

Clint looked up at her and then looked at the floor. "I was wondering...it's getting closer to when my suppressants let my heat come in...and I wanted to know if not this heat but the next one if you can help me through it, as my Alpha?" Clint asked softly.

Natasha stared at him for a while, speechless, her eyes cool but also guarded, in a way expressing how shocked she was at his question. Eventually, she moved away from her tense position and took a quiet seat beside him, leaning her elbows on her thighs and staring down at her clasped hands. Without speaking, she nodded her head in answer.

Clint smiled softly before looking at the clock. "We should get ready."

Clint said as he stood up and open the duffle bag and pulled out the dress pants and shirt. "I still think I'll look ridiculous in this."

Natasha snorted in amusement as she watched him and then stood, stepping over to her own bag. Unzipping it, she pulled out the elegant black dress and lifted a brow at Clint. "Not as ridiculous as me."

Clint gave her a grin. "I would trade you, but that would just make Fury throw a hissy fit." Clint said as he pulled his shirt over his head and put in the new shirt and started button it up and then grabbed the pants, once he finished dressing he looked at Natasha.

"Ready?" Clint asked he straighten his shirt.

She'd slipped into the dress easily enough, but had struggled to zip it up. Cursing quietly in Russian, she turned, defeated, to Clint and sighed. "Could you please zip me up?" She grimaced. "Damn impractical dresses..."

Clint walked over and zipped it up. "There, you go." Clint said as he stepped back and stashed his knives somewhere on his person before looking at Natasha as he walked to the door. "Ready?" Clint asked as he grabbed a brief case that held his bow and arrows.

Craftily arming herself with her knives and guns and then slipping on the ridiculous heels, she sashayed over to Clint's side with a smirk. "Let's go, Barton."

Clint smirked and followed her, once they made it to the party where the victim was and made their way, to him it was very easy to seduce him. He was very into Natasha dispite her being an Alpha and he was attracted to Clint's Omega pheromones. They convinced him to go outside and into an alleyway where they planned to kill him but one of his body guards came along and when Natasha was about to slit their target's throat the body guard pulled out a gun and Clint noticed him.

"Natasha, look out." Clint warned as the body guard pointed the gun at him and fired at him while Clint tried to shot him but couldn't he gasped in pain as he pressed a hand to his chest, the bullet seem to miss his main arteries just by an inch.

"Shit!" Natasha growled, hacking her blade across their target's throat and dropping him to the alley floor before shooting the body guard between his eyes and then dropping to kneel beside Clint. She tore off part of the ridiculous length of her dress and bundled it up before pressing it against Clint's chest to stop the bleeding. "What the hell was that, Barton?" she growled, eyes glancing about them and finding them alone.

"H-he was going to shot you." Clint mumbled softly as he forced himself to stay awake. "Coulson..he's on his way...I send out a emergency signal." Clint slurred slightly. "I feel sleepy."

Natasha spat a Russian curse under her breath before seizing Clint by his chin and forcing him to look at her. "Don't you close your eyes, Barton. Stay awake. Tell me something." She demanded, the dominant side of her Alpha coming out.

Clint blinked and looked at her for a few moments, staying awake. "I really like raspberries... Don't know why I just do." Clint said looking at Natasha, he could hear the jet. "I also like to listen to love songs...don't tell anyone."

Natasha gave a quiet grin in the shadows of the alley as she watched him. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me Barton." Slowly, she leaned forward to whisper into his ear, keeping him awake, "One of my secrets? I love ballet, always have." Pulling back, she searched the sky for the sound of the jet, before spotting it.

Clint nodded before he saw SHIELD medical coming toward them before placing him on a gurney and rushing to stop the bleeding as they took him abroad.

Coulson looked at Natasha as she got into the jet and the jet started to move to SHIELD headquarters.

"Are you okay?" Coulson asked as he looked at the blood staining her hands, wondering how her inner Alpha was handling having her Omega is hurt.

"I'm fine," Natasha answered evenly, watching Clint closely as the medics treated him. Eventually, she tore he eyes away from him to face Coulson, her jaw set irately.

"The idiot got himself shot for me," she muttered quietly, anger slipping through her tone as she looked at Coulson.

Coulson nodded. "I'm afraid Barton does that when he cares enough about you." Coulson said as he stood up in d the jet landed and the medics took Clint away yelling things.

"Oh, no don't you dare flat line on us, Barton." Coulson said.

As the medics used the shock pads until they got a heart beat again and rushed him to a surgery room.

Natasha found herself tensing instinctively as Clint's condition got worse, until the medics managed to steady him again. She released a heavy breath. "Dammit Barton," she snarled angrily before pulling herself up short and glancing at Coulson. Setting her shoulders back, she cleared her throat and straightened her back. "So, now what?"

Coulson looked at her for a moment. "You get clean up and go get debriefed by the time your done Clint will be out of surgery and yo can see him the recovery room." Coulson said.