A New Life Chapter 10: Flying Without Rings, an avengers fanfic

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Chapter Ten: Flying Without Wings

Natasha smirked as Christopher clung to Lucky as he walked around the living-room. Natasha had agreed to babysit Christopher and Natalia while Barney and Ashley went on a date weekend. Their first date since the twins had been born. Now the red-head was sitting in the living-room with the twins, Christopher walking around with the aid of Lucky while Natalia was content to sit on Natasha's lap, babbling away to her aunt.

It had been almost two weeks since Clint left for his mission. He had text her every morning since he left, using a phone he kept for her, Barney, Ashley and Eva, saying 'Good morning, moya velikolepna nevesta. I love you and our baby boy. I hope to be home soon. Xxx – C.'. She always awoke to the text, making her feel better reading those twenty little words. Her fiancée was in Dublin, looking for an IRA member who had been causing problems between the politics in the Northern Ireland Executive but was hiding in the Republic's capital. He had been spotted various times in the City Centre, particularly on O'Connell Street and Grafton Street, using the shoppers and tourists to hide from An Garda Síochána and the rest of the organisations looking for him. So SHIELD sent Clint to track him and bring him in for questioning.

Natasha smiled as Christopher stopped with Lucky and looked at the TV, watching Scooby Doo and the gang. He had one hand in his mouth, the other clutching at Lucky's golden fur. He giggled happily when Scooby and Shaggie got frightened by their latest 'ghost', turning to grin happily at Natasha.

Suddenly, Natasha's phone beeped as Natalia slid down onto the floor, grabbing her toy giraffe and stuffing it in her mouth. The red-head kept an eye on both of the twins as she checked her phone. She smiled when she saw that the text was from Clint; 'Hi, moya velikolepna nevesta. Just arrived in New York. I should be home tonight. You'll probably be asleep when I get back. Xxx – C.'

Natasha smiled as she replied; 'Good. I've missed you. I'm babysitting the twins. Barney and Ashley are out on a date. Xxx – N.' Christopher had pattered his way back over to her, climbing onto the couch beside her. He wrapped his small chubby arms around her neck, nuzzling her cheek. Natasha wrapped her right arm around Christopher's waist. "Are you tired, Chris?" she whispered, gently lifting her nephew into her lap. She gently pressed a kiss to the crown of his head as he yawned slightly.

Clint texted back just as Natalia pulled herself onto the couch with a bit of help from Lucky. Natasha quickly read the text as Natalia rested her head on the red-head's free thigh. 'Are the twins behaving for you? They love you so I'm going to say they are. Do you want me to bring home Take-Out? Xxx – C.'

Natasha bit her lip as she looked down at her nephew and niece. They both looked wrecked. She texted Clint; ''They're falling asleep so I'm going to put them to bed. What sort of Take-Out? Xxx – N.' She gently lifted both the twins up into her arms as she stood up, thankful that she had changed both of them into their pyjamas earlier. She smiled at Lucky as he led the way up to the twins' nursery upstairs, sitting patiently inside the door as Natasha lay Natalia and Christopher in their respective cribs. She checked their nappies and changed them as they slept, surprising herself when they didn't awake. She lay them down and tucked them in, leaving their respective favourite toys in their arms. Quietly, she left the room, having turned the baby monitor on, leaving the door slightly ajar. Lucky followed her back downstairs, jumping onto the couch and curling into her as she sat down.

She picked up her phone, reading the four messages from her fiancée; 'Chicken Take-Out. Because you've been craving it. Have you exhausted my niece and nephew already? Xxx – C.', 'Do you want that non-alcoholic wine as well? Xxx – C.', 'I don't think I've ever told you but I think my handler has a split personality disorder. Hot and cold. It is sometimes amusing. Xxx – C.' and 'My boss is like a modern pirate. He has an eye patch and everything. I should buy him a pirate hat like Captain Jacks in Pirate of The Caribbean. Xxx – C.' Natasha shook her head; Clint was like a talkative puppy when he was bored.

She quickly typed; 'Chris and Natalia wore them themselves out. I simply supervised. Yes, I would like the non-alcoholic wine that you bought the last time. Are you that bored in debrief? Xxx – N.' She curled her legs under her ass, rubbing Lucky's head as she changed the channel. She settled on NCIS, relaxing as Tony made some comment before earning a head slap from Gibbs.

Her phone beeped as Clint text back. 'Okay, I'll get it on the way home. Yes. Coulson reprimanded me for texting during debrief. I told him that it was Barney worrying over his wife and kids and that he needed some reassurances. If I had told him it was my fiancée, he would not stop until he found out who you are. Xxx – C.'

Natasha agreed with him on that point. The less people who knew about her the safer their baby boy would be. 'Thank you. Did it lessen the reprimand? Xxx – C.'

'No problem, sweetheart. Kinda. He was still pissed about having the phone in debrief. Xxx – C.'

'Now whose fault was that? Xxx – N.'

'Mine? Xxx – C.'

'Precisely. What time do you think you should be home at? Xxx – N.'

'At the airport now. I should be home in two to three hours. Xxx – C.'

'Shouldn't you be turning off your phone? Xxx – N.'

'Yes. But I wanted to tell you that I love you and I'll be home soon. Xxx – C.'

That sealed it; Clint was one of the most romantic men she had ever met. 'I love you too. I'll see you when you get home. Xxx – N.'

Natasha hadn't realised she had fallen asleep until she heard the front door open and the smell of Chinese flooding the house. She lifted her head off the arm of the chair just as her fiancée entered the living-room. Clint smiled at her softly, making his way over to her and kissing her softly in greeting. "Hi, I missed you, moya velikolepna nevesta," he whispered against her lips.

Natasha grinned against his lips. "I missed you too, moy zhenikh," she whispered, pulling away and nuzzling the crook of his neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him pull her up off the couch so he could wrap his arms around her waist. He rested one of his hands on her baby bump, smiling when he felt some movement under his hands. She pressed a soft kiss to his neck, smiling when he hummed his delight against her lips. "How did the mission go?" she whispered, pulling him closer as he slowly led her out to the kitchen. Where the Take-Out bags lay on the counter top.

"It was a cake walk," he replied, reluctantly letting her go so he could take the food out of the bags. "And I decided to spoil you because I missed you," he added, stealing a chaste kiss as he handed Natasha her food.

Natasha smiled. "I missed you too, Clint," she told him as they dug into their dinner. She hadn't realised how hungry she was until he handed her the food. They could talk after they ate….

After they ate and cleaned up after themselves, they retreated to their bedroom, climbing underneath the covers. Natasha was wearing one of Clint's hoodies and a pair of boxers while he was wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms they she had bought him when they were still in Europe. The red-head had her head resting on Clint's chest, one leg hitched over his hip and a hand resting on his stomach. Clint ran a soft hand along her back as he held her hand with his. He hummed softly as they lay in their bed, Lucky resting at the bottom of the bed.

"We need to think about baby names," Natasha mumbled sleepily against Clint's bare chest, making him chuckle. Whenever Natasha was sleepy, she had a tendency to curl up against him and mumble against his chest.

"I know. Any ideas?" he whispered, knowing she was very close to falling asleep in his arms.

"A few," she mumbled, nuzzling closer into his chest. She hummed sleepily when she felt him press his lips to her temple. She didn't try to fight her exhausted mind as he began to sing softly in her ear;

"Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You'll find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be

Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings

Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary nights
You'll find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry

You'll find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
You've found that special thing
You're flying without wings

So impossible as they may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
'Cause who's to know which one you let go
Would have made you complete

Well, for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
At any given time or place

It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
'Cause you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings

And you're the place my life begins
And you'll be where it ends

I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings."

Clint finished the song and pressed his lips to her temple, smiling when he realised that Natasha had fallen asleep in his arms. He gently ran one hand along her back, burying his nose in her hair and closing his eyes. He was content to hold Natasha in his arms and let his body relax from his jet lag, something he found working immediately when he first held her in his arms for the first time in two weeks. He sighed in content and pulled the blankets further up their bodies. The last thing that crossed his mind was 'It's good to be home…'

Natasha laughed as Clint gently tossed Christopher up in the air, the ten-month-old giggling and squealing in delight. He squealed loudly when his uncle caught him and blew a butterfly kiss on his belly. Natalia was busy eating her banana in Natasha's lap, content to lay back in her Aunt's arms than crawl around at the moment.

Clint smirked as Lucky ran and jumped around him and Christopher, dropping a tennis ball at Clint's feet. Clint gently placed Chris back down on his feet before grabbing the ball and tossing it for Lucky to chase. The Labrador quickly chased the ball, making Chris laugh in delight as he ran after Lucky. The archer turned to glance at his fiancée and niece sitting on the porch, the younger of the two happily eating her food as she sat in Natasha's lap. He knew he'd be sent on a mission in a few days but he also knew that the days like this made every secret he kept from S.H.I.E.L..D. worth the hassle…

"Barney and Ashley should be home around six," Natasha informed him as she finished changing Natalia and carried the little girl out into the kitchen where Clint was making them dinner. She had cooked breakfast so it was his turn to cook; they had reached that agreement in Europe. If one of them cooked in the morning, the other would cook later that day.

Clint nodded, feeding Chris some of his mashed potatoes and gravy. "Okay. What are we going to do this evening?" he asked as she placed Natalia in her high chair before walking over to him and pecking his lips lovingly. "We still need to think about baby names?" he added as she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his back.

"Talk about baby names, have dinner, let the twins nap for a while, greet Ashley and Barney, then disappear for our own time alone," she suggested, kissing the back of Clint's left shoulder lovingly.

Clint hummed his agreement, resting one hand over Natasha's hands on his chest. He smiled and brought her ring finger to his lips, kissing her engagement ring. He stirred the pasta once before turning around to pull Natasha closer to him. He nuzzled her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist before kissing her softly. "Do you have any ideas for baby names?" he asked, watching both Natalia and Chris out of the corner of his eye, smirking when the two babbled away in their own language.

Natasha pressed a kiss to Clit's sternum and nodded. "What about you?" she murmured against his chest.

"Yeah, a few. Do you want to go first or should I?" he asked, kissing the crown of her head softly. He hummed when she nuzzled his chest with her nose.

"I wanna hear your suggestions first," she replied, inhaling his scent.

"Okay. You said you didn't want a Russian name but what do you think of Artyom and Pasha?" he asked, leaning back and looking down at his fiancée.

Natasha bit her bottom lip in thought before nodding. "I don't mind those," she commented, smiling when Clint grinned happily. "What else were you thinking about?"

"David, Luke, Steven, Charles, Jason, Thomas, Mark, Paul and Brian," he replied, rocking her slightly while keeping an eye on the twins. "What about you?"

Natasha nodded to his suggestions before replying. "Joseph, Francis, Adam, Andrew, Erik, Joshua, Casey, Kevin and James," she replied, smiling when her husband hummed his agreement.

"Our kid is going to have a really cool name," he commented, pecking her lips softly. "And I need to finish cooking. So stop distracting me, woman," he told her playfully, slapping the right cheek of her ass cheekily.

Natasha actually squealed when Clint slapped her ass. "Clint!" she reprimanded, even though she was smiling at him.

"Yes, Love?" he replied, grinning cheekily at her as she walked over to the twins. "Do we need anything in town or are we good for tonight?" he asked as he strained the pasta.

Natasha thought for a moment before replying, "No. Ashley and I stacked up on everything last week," she replied, smiling when Christopher looked for his food. He really was like his father and uncle when he was hungry.

Clint nodded. "Early night for us then," he informed her with a cheeky grin.

Natasha shook her head at her fiancée as she fed Natalia and Chris. "You, Mr. Barton, are insatiable," she commented drily.

Clint smirked. "I've never heard you complain, Miss Romanova," he replied with a smug smirk which Natasha returned. They were going to enjoy tonight….

When Barney and Ashley returned, the couple stole their children away, thanking Natasha and Clint profoundly. But it was obvious that they missed their kids. When his brother and sister-in-law had disappeared with the twins, Clint picked Natasha up bridal style, surprising the red-head. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her up to their bedroom, teasing him by sucking and nipping on the skin of his neck.

By the time he placed her on their bed, he was growling possessively at her. "Tasha," he growled, climbing onto their bed alongside her, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss. Natasha giggled against his lips and nibbled on his bottom lip, curling into his body and letting him do as he wanted. She was feeling like letting him be in control tonight.

Clint gently pushed her down on the bed, grinning when she raised an eyebrow at him. "Strip," he ordered as he climbed off the bed and walked over to the chest of draws. He opened it and grabbed something, turning around to show Natasha that he was holding a bottle of massage oil.

Natasha smiled at him and did as she was told, nodding when he showed her the bottle of oil. She flicked her thong at him just as he reached her side of the bed, noticing how his eyes darkened at the sight of her pregnant body. Unlike many stories from other women online and other sources, she found that she actually liked her pregnant body. Yes, she missed her usual exercise but she enjoyed the new way Clint looked at her more. Like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. Not that he didn't before but now in his was in total awe that their baby was inside her.

Clint climbed back onto the bed, quickly stripping beforehand. He pressed his lips to her baby bump, smiling up at her lovingly as he slowly kissed his way up her body. "You're so beautiful carrying my baby, Natasha," he whispered softly. He'd been saying that a lot lately, especially since she started showing; Eva had mentioned that sometimes women can feel ugly and out of place when pregnant. And that having their partner encourage them throughout the pregnancy was one of the best things a partner could do to support the woman. Even though he couldn't wait until their baby was born, he appreciated the sight of Natasha pregnant with his child. It appealed to his inner caveman desires, which were coming out more often at the sight of her pregnant, particularly when she was wearing his clothes.

He poured a generous amount of oil on his hands, tossing the bottle onto the bedside locker before he began to massage Natasha's sensitive breasts. The red-head moaned at the touch, arching up into his touch but didn't reach for him. She instinctively knew what he wanted. And who was she to deny him? He moved so he could kiss her softly, his hands never leaving her skin as he massaged the oil into her soft, sensitive pale skin.

The young couple continued to kiss softly as Clint oiled her up and massaged her, never really breaking apart. The only times they did pull apart was to catch their breath. Slowly, Natasha reached for the bottle of oil, pouring some of it on her hands and reaching for Clint's body. He grinned against her lips, letting her return the favour of oiling up his body. She took her time moving her hands over his muscles, particularly his arms (his biceps were one of her favourite of her fiancée's physical features) and his barely-hidden abs. She teased his nipples as she brought her hands to the small of his back. She earned a growl of pleased dominance from Clint, making her smirk smugly when he broke the kiss to raise a questioning eyebrow at her.

In retaliation, Clint slowly reached in between her legs and slid two fingers inside her. He claimed her mouth again, grinning into her mouth as she gasped and pulled him tighter to her body. He teased her for ages, hooking his fingers against her G-spot before relaxing and then repeating the actions all over again. He wasn't going to let her come yet. At least not until he was buried deep inside her heat.

Natasha was tethering on the edge of ecstasy before Clint suddenly pulled away. "Sit up," he ordered softly, although his tone indicated she shouldn't try to tease him. She nodded and did as he instructed. He took her place on the bed, sitting back against the headboard so he could plant his feet firmly on the bed (and he was comfortable), before taking her hand and guiding her to straddle his lap. She moved so her knees were bent and open against Clint's chest, her feet planted firmly on the mattress at his hips. Oh, how much did she love this position, she could never put into words.

Clint gently grabbed her hips, sliding his hands along her oh-so-perfect thighs, helping her position herself above his cock. She rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning forward and kissing her fiancée softly as she slowly sunk down on his cock. They both moaned in pleasure at the sensation of her walls wrapping around him, his length stretching her open one more time. The massage oil gave them easier access to rock their hips together, adding to the sensations and smooth friction of their bodies together.

Clint brought his hands to Natasha's ass, smiling into the kiss when she gasped as he squeezed both round cheeks in his large, callus-covered hands. He used the sudden opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, pulling her closer to him at the same time. She moaned into his mouth and brought her hands to his hair, her well-kept fingernails scraping over his scalp. Her actions made him groan appreciatively into her mouth.

The archer moaned as his fiancée began moving up and down along his shaft, squeezing her walls around him as she moved. Suddenly, Clint brought one hand up, flicking his thumb over her left nipple before pinching the sensitive erect nub between his pointer finger and thumb. And that was all she needed to send her over the edge. She threw her head back, sobbing his name out in pleasure.

Natasha's fluttering walls brought him to his own intense orgasm. He grunted her name loudly as he came in long, warm spurts inside her. The intensity of their orgasms caused the red-head to fall against his chest as they recovered from their powerful climaxes. Clint wrapped one arm around her back, his free hand coming to rest on her baby bump, both touches loving and protective. "I love you, Tasha," he whispered when he regained his voice. He kissed her softly, lovingly , suddenly feeling the urge to put all his emotions for her in the kiss.

"I love you too, moy yastreb," she whispered softly against his lips, placing her hands over his on her baby bump. "I love you and nash malen'kiy yastreb."

Clint growled appreciatively and kissed her again, pulling her closer to him. Today was a good day…

Natasha groaned as she slowly woke up. She nuzzled her face into her fiancée's hard, warm chest, smiling sleepily when he tightened his arms around her waist. She felt him trace random shapes on her beck before her mind realised that he was actually spelling out words in Russian, using the English alphabet.

'Do you want me to make you breakfast in bed or would you prefer to eat down in the kitchen?'

"Would eating in the bedroom result in a repeat of last night's extra activities?" she mumbled against his chest, too tired to lift her head to look at him. At least at the moment. She could remember every position they had gone at last night – their time in Europe had thought them which positions they both liked and the ones they could agree to never do again (she was only 21 weeks pregnant, thank you very much. She could still do many sex positions she enjoyed). Clint had taken her in so many positions last night, she knew she was going to have problems walking today; On her back. Against the wall. In their en-suite shower (twice). Other places within their bedroom – they weren't that far out of thought to be inconsiderate to the other occupants in the house. But she was pretty sure that they gone a round against the window at some stage as well (she didn't really remember much after her fifth orgasm). Clint had made her come so many times, she didn't remember him coming with her.

"Only if you want a repeat. But I think you're sore enough so I'm going to say no for the time being," he replied, kissing the crown of her head softly. "Good morning, Sweetheart," he added, rubbing the side of her baby bump with his left thumb.

Natasha smiled against his chest before pulling away to lean up and kiss him softly. They were both lying on their sides, with Natasha curled up beneath his chin and his arms wrapped around her waist. "Hi, moy yastreb," she whispered against his lips before she slowly, reluctantly, pulled away from his lips. "And you are right. I am a bit sore from our activities last night," she added with a oh-so-slightly smug smirk.

Clint returned her smirk. "I'm taking that as a compliment," she informed her, stealing another chaste kiss from his pregnant fiancée. "What would you like for breakfast, Sweetheart?" he asked, smiling when she hummed her content against his lips.

"Something with lots of fruit," she replied, closing her eyes again as she realised Clint had the radio playing. "What's the song on the radio?" she asked, moving her head back to its spot against Clint's chest.

Clint listened for a moment before grinning. "That's where you find love by Westlife. Irish boyband," he replied, nuzzling his face in Natasha's long red locks. He slowly began to sing along to the words, making Natasha practically purr her appreciation against him.

"In your eyes, I found the greatest prize
You and I could not be closer
And in your arms, is everything I want
Now I know my search is over

And I don't know where you take me
But it's exactly where I wanna be

It's where the stars line up
It's where the ocean's touch
It's in a place you've never been that feels like home
It's in the air right now
It's when you give your all, and give a little more
I've never been so sure, that's where you find love

People pass, and listen to us laugh
Wishing that they had the same thing
And our friends they ask, how we made it last
I just smile and say the same thing

I'm not sure how we got here
Baby I'm just glad that we got here

Find love
That's where you find love."

"You know, I'm sure you could seduce people, whatever their sexual orientation, with your voice," she mumbled against his chest when the song ended.

Clint couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "Well, too bad. Because there's this brilliant Russian red-head who has me wrapped up in her web. And I don't want anyone but her," he replied, making Natasha grin happily against his chest.

"Right answer, Clint," she whispered against his chest. She squealed in surprise when Clint suddenly began tickling her. He rolled her onto her back, tickling her mercilessly as she tried to fight him off, her sleepiness disappearing at his touch. "Clint! Clint! I'm sorry! Stop! Stop! Please! Oh fuck, please, Clint!" she begged between laughter.

"Nope. This is revenge," he replied, grinning as he continued to tickle-attack her. He had a feeling this was going to be a fun day…

College is really busy so sorry for the delays in updating any and all of my stories. I'm getting around to finishing all the current chapters I'm working on so please be patient (well, more patient at the moment). I will get around to updating all of my stories at some point before the end of the year. I promise. But I hope this relevantly longish chapter was worth the wait :)

Songs sung by Westlife (I'm cheesy I know) :)

To answer the reviews from the previous chapter:

Andrei Romero: Yes, they are twins :) I didn't, I'm not that cruel :)

Ninja0404 is a fanfiction geek: Is that a good OMG or a bad OMG? Yes, Andrei and Natasha are siblings :) No, nothing bad happens. As for SHIELD, no comment yet :) Here's the update :)

: Thank you :)

Guest: Nothing is going to happen to Clint. Or the baby. Or any of the good guys ;) I promise :)

Aliana: YES! I was aiming for that ;)
Yes, finally he proposed :)
Baby boy Barton, yes :) As troublesome as his father, yes ;)
Hehe, you have no idea ;)

Sparky She-Demon: Haha, yeah. :) Thank you :)

KittyCatChibi: I was aiming for that ;)

JuliaAurelia: Thank you :) Yes, cotton candy is candyfloss. It can be very messy. But fun :)

ClintandNatasha: How? ;) Haha, yes he did :) They talked. A bit ;)

Oh, and something happens next chapter… And nothing bad happens to either Barton families, just so you all know before someone has a panic attack…. I just thought I'd let you all know that small piece of information now :)