5 WEEKS LATER
Bruce watched as Tony and Clint sat on the floor with their backs pressed against the couch. They were playing an intense video game where they had to hunt down each other and kill the other. The screens were separated by a line in the middle but the surroundings each player was in was about the same so you couldn't look on the other side and figure out where they are.
Bruce smiled when he saw on Clint's screen showed Tony's player in the distance. Clint knew where he was. Clint raised his gun in the game and shot. Tony yelled out loud and turned around. He saw Clint and shot at him but Clint was already running away. Bruce knew he was just circling Tony but Tony didn't know. His health bar was at 25%. Clint's was at 90%.
Tony's player showed on Clint's screen again and he shot him. Tony ran away but was left with 10% health. Next time Clint found him he would die. Again.
Bruce looked at Tony's screen. He was still on the move but stopped and turned around. He crouched and looked through his scope. He briefly saw Clint walking closer before he was blocked again. Tony cancelled that view and studied his screen.
Clint stopped walking too. He grinned when he came around Tony's side and had a clear view at him. He only had to fire once and Tony's character died.
In real life Clint looked over all smug while Tony grinned. "Let's play that racing one again." Tony suggested. Clint shrugged. He was good at that one too.
They've been like this nonstop for just over a month since Fury wanted them to stay low and keep an eye out. They rest of the team played too though. But lately Natasha's been staying in her room. Pepper said not to worry but Bruce wondered what was wrong.
The car racing game started up and Tony and Clint settled in again. When asked to pick their cars Clint always picked the fast looking red car that had the highest speed but low everything else. It didn't matter to Clint though because he rarely hit anything or lost control. Tony picked a blue car that had the biggest Health bar. Tony picked the race and a countdown started. They both took off. Clint right in first place with his car's high speed. Tony was in third and kept his eye on Clint's car, determined to catch up this time.
"Natasha?" Clint called quietly as he walked into her room. She was curled up on the bed on top of the covers. Clint sat next to her.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked.
"Not really." She said honestly. She still felt nauseous and so tired. She refused to eat this morning and only left bed to go to the bathroom. She felt dizzy when she stood.
Clint leaned down to kiss her softly before he ran his fingers through her hair in the way he knew she loved.
"Did you beat Tony today?" She asked.
"Yeah." Clint chuckled. Steve said he would go again after he worked out so that should be good. Steve was always a better match than Tony.
It grew silent between them. "Does this normally happen to pregnant women?" She asked quietly.
Clint looked down. "I don't know." He admitted.
She sighed and sat up slowly. Clint wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff, Director Fury is waiting downstairs."
Clint looked down at Natasha. She didn't look in the mood to be up and walking around yet. "I'm fine." She said and stood up. He stood with her and she braced a hand on his arm until she was sure she wasn't going to hurl and her world stopped spinning.
They stepped out of the elevator and walked to Fury.
"You don't look so good Romanoff." Fury noticed.
"She's just sick." Clint said and resisted the urge to put his arms around her and help hold her up.
"I'm fine," Natasha assured. "What do you need?"
"I have a mission for you." Fury said and held out two files. Clint's eyes widened at Fury's timing.
"We're supposed to lay low." Clint said confused.
"Yes but you've been laying low for a while and I need my best agents out there again. It's not like we heard anything from the mole and anyways that's why I'm sending both of you out."
"Simple task really. Just taking care of a group of people a few cities away that are causing trouble." He shrugged. Kill the leader and do what you must with his men."
It was getting dark but they wanted to get this over with. Clint would come in through the door that accesses the roof while Natasha would take the stairs and come in through the room's front door. That way the group couldn't run.
"All most there?" Clint's voice came through her ear piece. She tried to eat a little before this but she realized that was a huge mistake because her stomach decided it didn't want any food in there.
She took a deep breath and leaned on the wall. She was halfway up the stairs and could hear the guy's talking.
"Black Widow?" Clint asked. His eyes searched through the window but didn't see her in the room.
"Oh god," She murmured and covered her mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick." She told Clint. No, she really was going to be sick. She tried to think if she saw a bathroom on her way up but it was too late. She leaned over and threw up.
Clint saw the men look at the door and some stood. Was that her?
"Are you okay?" Clint asked. No answer.
He burst through the door and instantly shot one of the men. The door was forgotten as the seven others turned to Clint.
He shot two more arrows before anyone thought to raise their guns. Clint slipped his bow over his head and kicked a gun out of the man closest to him. He got behind him and used him as a shield when someone shot. The bullet hit the man and he slumped down. Clint threw him down and pulled out his own gun. He took four bullets to kill the last four men and not a scratch on Clint.
He immediately ran for the stairs. He saw Natasha sitting with her head resting on the wall. When he walked closer he saw the vomit on the stairs under her. He crouched next to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Natasha?" He whispered.
That's when Clint noticed movement under them. He looked up to see a man with a gun raised at the bottom of the stairs. He left his bow upstairs and his gun was in its holster. There was no time to think about grabbing his knife either because suddenly he shot.
Natasha let out a cry of pain.
