I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a really long time it's just Mid-terms and Homecoming was is this week and I am totally swamped. Again, I am so sorry.

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Natasha turned around to face him, startled. Her makeup was streaming down her face mixed with the saltwater tears, her curly flaming hair was a windblown mess, her emerald eyes displayed a look of a shattered girl and her lips were quivering. She didn't react at all, just stared at him.

"How long?" His voice strained.

"It's yours if you're wandering," she croaked.

"How long have you known," he growled.

"Since I got back from Russia," she replied.

"But the doctors said after that physical that-."

She cut him off. "Yeah, I know what the doctors said all those years ago. What did you think was running through my head when I was sitting in the bathroom with six freakin' pregnancy tests all saying positive?"

"Why did you keep it from me?"

"You acted like it was mistake."

"I acted like it was a mistake? You left for two months."

"It's my job, Clint, you of all people should get that. And when I got back, the first thing I saw was you and Bobbi making out on the couch, what else was I supposed to think?"

"What did you want me to do? Kick her out."

"I thought it was obvious," Natasha said. "I can't stand her. She is nosy, she doesn't get any of the stuff we do, she gives woman a bad name and she has the one thing that I was stupid enough to let myself want."

"What does she have that you're so jealous of?"

"You," she muttered looking down at the grass.

Clint was taken aback by how desperate she sounded. She was disgusted with herself; she sounded weak and this whole thing was cliché. But maybe that was okay, just for now.

And that's when time froze and his lips were smashed against hers. Natasha's arms snaked around his neck and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. One giant callused hands cupped her face while the other one was placed on the small of her back. She smiled instinctively into the kiss and so did he. They pulled away reluctantly gasping for air.

"I love you, Natasha," Clint smiled pressing his forehead against hers.

"I love you, too," she replied looking into his eyes.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they started walking back to the Tower. Every so often she would look at up at him or he would press a kiss to the top of her head. This was normal; loving someone. That came naturally and Natasha was giving into the feelings boiling inside of her.

They walked through the door an hour later smiling widely. The lights were off and the rest of the team was asleep. Silently, they tiptoed to Natasha's room and the door shut silently behind them. Natasha walked over to her closet pulling her clothes off revealing her baby bump. She took her bra off and pulled a tank top off a hanger. The tank top was yanked on over her head and paired with some plaid flannel pajama pants.

Yawning, she lied down on the bed next to Clint and he pulled her close to his chest. He pushed her shirt up and lied his hand on her rounding stomach. At about four months pregnant, Natasha's stomach was stretching. She placed her hand on top of his and curled into him.

"Beautiful," he muttered running a hand through her matted curls.

Natasha fell asleep being held by this man that she had become so weak for. By the man she loved.

The next morning, she woke up still wrapped up in his arms. He was holding tightly to her like she might leave again.

"Morning," she smiled her voice rasping with sleep.

Clint smiled at her pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. She scooted closer to him if that was even possible.
"We better get up before everyone else does so we don't have to deal with this," Natasha said pulling a t-shirt over her head.

"Don't you think our team should know?"

"Tony would keel over," she said running a brush through her matted hair.

"I'll get a camera."

"Bobbi would try to kill me."

"No she wouldn't."

"I slept with her fiancé and am having his baby; don't you think she's gonna be a little pissed off?"

"Since when did you care what other women think about you?"

"When did I become a woman?" She countered. "You told Bobbi six months ago that I was like the kid of the tower."

"Because you were nineteen when we all moved in."

"If I remember correctly, that is the legal adult age to your government."

"Oh, are we back on that now, Romanoff?"

Natasha hadn't pulled the 'your government' crap for several years. In fact it had been almost seven and the last time she had was when he was trying to get her on the Helicarrier alive.

"Maybe we are, I haven't decided yet."

"Well, if I recall correctly my government saved your ass," Clint smirked pulling her against him. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss on her lips.

"All technicalities," she whispered kissing him again. "And it was you who saved my ass. Government had nothing to do with it."

"Mhmmm," Clint moaned against her lips.

Hours later, Natasha was sitting at her desk in her room completely still. She stared at the folder labeled Natalia Romanova in block letters. Her face was blank, her eyes unblinking and her hands itching in her lap to touch the folder. Natasha's hand brushed across the folder unable to bring herself to actually open it. This is what she did everyday, she had since she got back four months ago. Fury didn't know she had the folder and he probably would've confiscated it if he knew about it.

And finally, she opened it.

Please review! I know, another Cliff Hanger, I just couldn't help myself. I hope te next update will come sooner than this one.

Love,

Kaylie