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Jane stared at the item in her hand in disbelief. Positive. It was positive. The pregnancy test, it was positive. She had been feeling sick for a few days. She had just thought it was a stomach bug going around, but no, it was because she was pregnant.

"Thor?" Jane walked out of their bathroom. Thor was sitting on their bed, currently trying to perform the arduous task of putting on a shirt correctly, in his opinion, Asgardian clothing was much easier to dawn than Midgardian clothing.

" Yes Jane?"

" Ummm Thor, I'm, " Jane took a deep breathe, " I'm pregnant."

The task of putting his shirt with the right part in front was immediately abandoned at these words. As a result his shirt hung halfway on and backwards.

"Jane! That is wonderful news!" Thor exclaimed." Unless, you don't want to be pregnant," he added, a frown forming on his face at that tiny, tiny predicament.

Jane smiled nervously, " I think, I think I'm ready to be pregnant. Yes!"

" We must tell the others at once!"

" Yeah, yeah okay." Jane said a bit nervously. What would the others think?

" Pepper," Jane said, " Can I come in?" Pepper was in her and Tony's bathroom, doing her hair. Jane had decided to tell Pepper before all the others as Pepper was the most sensible person she knew.

" Yeah sure, I'm just doing my hair." Pepper called.

" Okay, I'm going to tell you something and you have to promise not to freak out, kay?"

" Okay," Pepper said, not knowing quite how big the news was that Jane was about to tell her.

" I'm pregnant," Pepper's hair brush clattered to the floor.

" What?"

" I'm pregnant,"

" That great!" Pepper exclaimed.

S.H.I.E.L.D's medical, New York

" So, she's been under for 2 weeks today, as a doctor, its my job to list all the possibilities," Natasha's doctor said to Clint. Clint was Natasha's official guardian and if Clint wasn't available it was Coulson. Clint stomach dropped, he had an idea of where this conversation was going and he didn't like it. "In the best case scenario, she wakes up soon. But in the worst case scenario, she may never wake up. As of right now, the only thing keeping her alive is life support. You can make the decision to take her off life support whenever. I know you two go back a ways and I completely understand."

Nearly everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. had heard of the duo. Strike team delta. Hawkeye and Black Widow. Their names were always said in succession of one another.

Clint's blood boiled," If you understood anything, you would understand that we have been through a h*ll of a lot worse and I will never ever make the decision to let her die when there is a slim possibility of her recovering. We've had faith in each other for years, years, that's how our partnership has gone. So d*mnit, I will NOT take her off life support. She will wake up." Clint was in an outrage. The door creaked open and Bruce peeked his head in.

"Can I come in?" he asked. He took in Clint's outraged expression and the doctor's timid appearance. He seemed to actually be hiding behind his clipboard. Bruce sighed, "What happened?"

"He," Clint said, pointing at the doctor who, though he had come out from behind his clipboard, seemed even more terrified. He was in the presence of an extremely pissed off man who killed people for a living and was d*mn good at his job, and a man who turned into the hulk when he got angry. Or when some one threatened his friends. "Wanted me to consider taking Natasha off life support and thusly end her life,"

" Clint," Bruce said gently, " did he explicitly say you have to take her off life support?"

" No,"

Bruce turned to the terrified doctor, " if you were in this situation, what would you do?"

" At his point, 2 weeks into a coma, the chances of the patient waking up is about 40%, so I would probably wait a little bit and if she didn't wake up, then yes, I would take her off life support."

" Clint, I think you should set a deadline for yourself and if she didn't wake up by then, then you would take her off life support, no matter what your heart says, you wouldn't be doing her any good by keeping her alive. You would have to let her go." Bruce suggested.

By now Clint had calmed somewhat down, "Fine. 10 years." Clint said stubbornly said.

"Sooner,"

" Fine. 5 years."

Bruce sighed, Clint could be so stubborn sometimes, like when he refused to take nothing but the lemonade. Tony and Clint had spent an hour fighting over the last lemonade. The other choice was strawberry lemonade. " Sooner,"

" 1 year,"

" Sooner." Clint said, crossing his arms stubbornly. 30 minutes later, Bruce finally got Clint to wait 2 months. 2 short months.

Bruce and Clint were driving to the tower, on his forced daily outing. If it were up to him, he would spend every living moment by Natasha until she woke up. If she woke up. Come'n Natasha, you only have 2 months now. Now wake the h*ll up! thought Clint in the passenger side of Bruce's Mercedes. Natasha really did need to wake up. 2 months wasn't that long of a time.

Natasha was in limbo. She couldn't tell if she was standing, or sitting, or lying down. It felt like her body wasn't even attached to her mind. Everything was white. No matter how much she strained her eyes, all she could see was white. She couldn't smell anything. She couldn't hear anything, no matter how much she tried to. Time didn't seem to matter here. But she knew that if she didn't fight it, Death would drag her to h*ll. There was no doubt about it, she was most definitely going to h*ll. But why just delay the inevitable? Natasha thought. That's all I've done my whole life. All Natasha had to do was let go of all she cared about and all she had done and everybody she knew, and Clint, the first person to ever see through the mask of the Black Widow and into the real her. So many lives had ended at her hand. It only seemed fit that she received the same punishment. Snow. Dimitri. Dreykov's daughter. Katerina. Her parents. Viktoriya. David. Hans. She could name each and every one of her now deceased targets. That list went up to 113. The other 96 were innocents in the wrong place in the wrong time. She thought of all the times she was tortured and imprisoned and had wished she would die.

She was on a mission in Azerbaijan for the red room. She had been caught stealing a file containing sensitive information on Russia. She was in a cell. The walls and floor were a dull, dirty, blood splattered grey. It was freezing. She pulled her arms around her legs, sinking to a sitting position, waiting, just waiting. Soon, 3 guards came and roughly shoved her to her feet, their rough hands gripping her. Hands on her arms. Hands on her neck. Hands on her shoulders. Knowing that what was in store for her would be far from pleasant, she kicked and punched for all she was worth. But these guards were exceptional. They already knew where she was injured. She swung wildly, her fist connected with a soft, nerve covered neck. The guard crumpled to the ground; he would be sufficiently incapacitated for at least 3 months. Before she could do further damage, a finger jabbed at the bullet wound in her leg. The bullet shifted and she nearly crumpled from the pain. 'You are the god*mn black widow.' She told herself. ' You will not cry out. You will not say anything. You will not show pain. You will remain expressionless. You will stay strong,' Her trainers' voices rung in her head. As her right leg hung useless, pain engulfing it whenever she was jostled or pushed, the guards dragged her the remaining distance to what she assumed was the interrogation room. They opened the door, shoved her in a chair, and handcuffed her to it. The cuffs were digging into her skin. Then, in came in the muscle men.

"The infamous Black Widow," one of them sneered. She coldly looked straight through them. " How did you find this compound?" despite all inevitable and already existent pain, she smiled. There was always a who, what, where, how, when, why, with interrogations. She remained stubbornly silent.

As a result of her silence, she received a harsh blow on her face. She could feel her face redden as her blood rushed to the assaulted area. Then came another blow. And then another. The metal cuffs were digging into her wrists. 10 minutes later, her face is bloodied and cut. They move onto the knives. She involuntarily strained against the cuffs. The metal bit into her skin, a drop of blood splattered to the floor. They grab her still cuffed arm and dislocated it. She could feel her tendons snapping. Her whole arm seemed to be engulfed in fire. With her arm still at that bad angle, one of them almost delicately traced a circle on her arm. She bit her lip to avoid crying out. 'Never show weakness, stay loyal to Mother Russia. You are the Black Widow. You are the best.' She told herself. The blade slowly cut through her skin. Slowly, blood started pouring out. Then another circle. Soon, he had carved his organizations insignia on her forearm. Blood was now steadily surging out of her arm. She had long since abandoned giving a d*mn what she felt. She would not divulge anything. She was the Natalia Romanova. The best. She had survived worse than this. She was strong. She was the best of the best. She was the Black Widow. She wished she would die.

But Natasha was the g*damn Black widow. She was the d*mned Black Widow and nothing could change her past. But she could decide her future. Think of Clint! You can't leave him behind. You love him. That was the first time she admitted to herself that she did indeed love Clint no matter how much she avoided the topic in her mind. You can't change the past, but you can rewrite the future, she told herself. And you can't do that dead. A little bit of Natasha returned from limbo and back into her body. You have to fight it! Natasha told herself. If you don't fight it, it will drag you to h*ll where you will have to stay there for eternity. A little bit more of Natasha returned to her body as she convinced herself that she loved Clint and couldn't leave him behind and that she had done good in the world, despite her past, she could never escape her past. She had rid the world of bad people. A little more of Natasha returned to her body. All she needed to do was convince herself.

"What the h*ll just happened!" one of the doctors said. Natasha had been in her comatose state when her heart rate went all crazy.

" She might be waking up!" the doctors and nurses were in a frenzy, trying to calm Natasha down.

" Drew, contact director Fury,"

" Yes sir,"

All this chaos was occurring while Clint was out on his forced daily outing; he was currently at the tower, hearing the big news.

" Yep, I'm pregnant." Jane clarified. She had just told everyone that she was indeed pregnant.

" That's great, Jane," Steve said.

" We've also decided to get married as it is a Midgardian custom before one has children," Thor said.

" Do you know when the due date is?" Clint asked. He never really wanted children in his f*cked up life and he was pretty certain that Natasha didn't want children either.

" No, I'm going to the doctors later this week,"

" We've also decided to get married as it is a Midgardian custom before one has children," Thor said.

" Cool! What's the da-" Clint's sentence was cut off by the ringing of his phone. It was S.H.I.E.L.D.

" Agent Barton," he answered." Are you sure? Okay then, I'm on my way," Clint hung up." Congrats you guys," he said to Jane and Thor. With that he walked out with no further explanation, leaving 6 baffled individuals trying to figure out what the h*ll just happened.

" Where is she?" Clint demanded. Coulson had just called him and told him that Natasha may be waking up and he should be there when she does.

" She's in room 7A," Coulson told him. " She's sleeping right now. Her body is stillrecov earring. He should be awake tomorrow at the latest.

" Okay," Clint sat down. He was in Natasha's room. She looked like sh*t. He watched her breathe. He thought of all the times she saved his life.

They were in Moscow, Russia. Their target was Igor Filipov. He was a wealthy weapons dealer. They walked in the gala.

" Target is at 4 o'clock, red tie, blonde hair, talking to the brunette at the bar," He informed her.

" Barton, I know very well where he is," she hissed at him. He suppressed a smirk. They split apart. He went to flirt with some other pretty blonde. She went to the bar.

"And who are you?" a voice behind her whispered. Natasha turned around.

" My name is Regina,"

" Surely such a pretty girl has a date?"

Natasha sighed. Every man was the same when he wanted a girl in bed," He's over there," she said, pointing, bitterness tainting her voice. She was pointing at Clint, who was passionately kissing a woman.

" I'm sorry, perhaps you would like to get back at him?"

Natasha smiled," Yes, yes I would." They walked up by Clint and the slut and started kissing.

" Regina!" Clint said indignantly. Even though he was doing the exact same thing, he still sounded angry at her for kissing Filipov.

" Yes?" she replied silkily.

Clint dramatically put a hand to his heart," How could you?" he could be a bit overdramatic some times. Something that drove Natasha crazy.

Natasha pulled Filipov into a hug," I love him, not you," she said while palming his phone. Clint tried to keep Filipov's attention on him while Natasha read through is texts. The last text was from an unknown source. It held a picture of Clint and Natasha with the caption: assassins, beware. Natasha looked up at Clint, her cover momentarily slipping. Clint caught it. Natasha hugged Filipov even tighter and felt the pressure of a concealed gun and 2 knives. He had been expecting a fight tonight. She pulled away form him.

" David, get the h*ll out of here, I never want to see you again. There was a warning in her words. He decided to follow her instructions.

" Rozalina, lets get out of here," Clint said, grabbing the girl's hand. The more innocents that got out of there the better.

Clint was brought back to the present as Natasha's breathing skipped a beat. That mission Natasha saved his life. She had been caught in an explosion. The only reason she survived was because of her enhancers. He would have died.

" Tash?" Natasha tried to sit up, groaned, and flopped back down. She was okay. She had woken up. Natasha was okay. She was Natasha d*mn Romanoff, of course she could get through this.

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