Clint was half asleep when he rolled over and felt an empty bed next to him, his eyes snapping open immediately at the cold sheet. Charlie had to have been up for a while. The clock read 3 in the morning and while it wasn't uncommon for her to be up several nights to use the bathroom, something in Clint's gut told him to go find her. The house was quiet as he walked downstairs, checking the bathroom and Natasha's room, as he went. Everyone was asleep and the kitchen and dining room were empty but the coffee maker was on. Clint heard a creaking noise from the porch and went outside to find Charlie sitting on the porch swing, a once steaming mug of coffee in her hands and swinging back and forth slowly. "You okay, babe?"

Charlie jumped slightly but turned to look at him with a smile. "Yeah. I couldn't sleep. It's too quiet."

He crossed the porch and sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. She settled against his side with a soft sigh. Clint pressed a kiss to her hair. "You've been around too much city noise for too long."

"I guess so."

The two of them sat there, dew collecting on their skin and listening to crickets chirping, waiting for the sun to rise. Charlie fell asleep long before the sun came up and Clint knew he should get some rest too, seeing as how he had a fight to win but right now, he wanted to hold his girl, he wanted to feel his daughter kick his palm. He didn't stay awake to watch the sun rise either. Steve found the pair of them on the swing in the morning, Charlie wrapped in Clint's arms and couldn't stop the pang of loneliness that hit, followed by the twinge of jealousy. He shook it off as he tiptoed back inside the house, not wanting to disturb them. Emma came downstairs next and went to start breakfast. "Good morning, Captain."

"Ma'am." Steve nodded in her direction.

"How are you this morning?" Emma started a fresh pot of coffee. "Did you sleep all right?"

"Yes, I did. Thank you."

"You can call me Emma, by the way." She told him. "How do you like your eggs?"

"I'm fine, ma'am. Emma." He corrected himself after a stern look from her.

"Everyone needs to eat a good breakfast, even a superhero." Emma placed a frying pan on the stove top before tying her apron around her waist. "Now, how do you like your eggs?"

"I wouldn't argue with her, Steve." Charlie said as she and Clint entered the kitchen. She moved around the counter to give Emma kiss on her cheek. "You'll never win."

"Listen to the woman, Cap." Clint followed Charlie's lead and gave Emma a kiss on the cheek. "Trust me. Emma has an iron will. If she wants to make you breakfast, she will make you breakfast."

Steve chuckled in defeat. "Over easy, please."

"Don't let him fool you, Mom." Charlie took a carton of strawberries out of the refrigerator. "He needs just as much as food as you could possibly give him. Lots of carbs and protein."

"Pancakes, sausage, and bacon coming up." Emma smiled as the rest of the team came downstairs. "Charlie, sit down. You're supposed to be in bed."

"But I'm hungry." She whined at her mother.

"Clint, get the juice out of the refrigerator and get some glasses. Breakfast will be ready soon. Miss Romanoff, could you get your guns off the table, please?" Emma directed the superheroes in the mundane activity of getting ready for breakfast. "This is the kitchen, not a war zone."

Natasha moved her weapons obediently, pinching Clint as she passed him when he snickered. Breakfast was mostly quiet, only the sounds of chewing and clinking silverware. Too soon it was time for the heroes to leave. Charlie said goodbye to each of them, lingering to say good bye to Clint. "Help those kids, Agent Barton. I'm trusting you to do right by them."

"I'll do my best, doctor." Clint smiled down at her and brushed her hair out of her face before kissing her. "What do you think of the name Priscilla?"

"Ew." Charlie grimaced. "Am I giving birth to a 90-year-old woman?"

He laughed and kissed her again. "I'll be back soon, baby. I love you."

"I love you more." She replied and stood on the porch as her friends and soulmate boarded the jet that had brought them to the farm. She waited until it had disappeared from her sight before going inside the house. Emma was cleaning up the breakfast dishes and Charlie moved to pick up some plates. "Let me help you."

"Absolutely not. You should rest." Emma chastised her daughter. "Go lay down. "

Charlie opened her mouth to protest when her phone chimed. Nick Fury had a job for her to do.

-0-

"Where the hell did you get this?" Charlie asked Fury as she stared at the helicarrier.

"I have a few aces in my pocket." He grinned at her. "Your team is ready and waiting for you."

"Do we have everything?" She took a tablet from Agent Maria Hill and started scrolling through the supplies listed.

"Anything and everything under the sun you could possibly need, along with the best staff available. Your comms are active as of right now." Fury nodded at her. "Barton has a very high opinion of your capabilities. Don't let me down, Doctor Harrison."

"I don't actually work for you, Mr. Fury." She called after him as he walked away from her.

"Don't remind me, doctor."

Charlie turned her attention to her new staff and cleared her throat. "I know that most of you work for Shield—or at least what's left of it—but I don't. My goal is to save as many lives as absolutely possible so let's make sure that anything that could possibly come up is prepared for. We don't know exactly what's going on so be ready for anything. Work fast and be thorough."

There wasn't much time between her speech and arriving at their destination: Sokovia. As soon as they arrived, civilians were being loaded onto the smaller vehicles to bring them to the helicarrier. Charlie directed the doctors and nurses the best she could, moving up the deck to make sure that everyone was being taken care of. She saw War Machine and Iron Man flying in the sky around Sokovia, along with a new person that she didn't know. Everything was going as well as expected when she boarded the final check on the last group of survivors. She was standing on the smaller vehicles waiting for Clint to come to her when she saw him turn back. She saw a small boy, hiding from the terror he had just witnessed. Clint had gone back to save him when she saw a jet turn its guns toward him. A silver blur streaked toward Clint as a horrified feeling grew in her chest.

"Clint!" She screeched, her hand reaching for him even though there was no hope of saving him. She felt something radiate from her core and fly out of her hand toward Clint and the boy he was shielding from the hail of bullets, leaving a shimmering bubble around him and a man who had appeared from the silver blur. The man, the boy, and Clint were safe as Tony took care of Ultron's jet. Not caring how she managed to put a forcefield around him, Charlie started sprinting toward Clint, throwing her arms around him as soon as she reached him.

"We have to go. Now." Clint told her, pushing her off him gently. He was still holding the boy who wanted his mother. "Pietro, get her to the helicarrier."

The silver blur, who Charlie now knew was named Pietro, picked her up in his arms and a moment later she was on the smaller boat to the helicarrier.

"Thank you." His voice was accented and he looked tired.

"Are you all right?" She asked as she started to check his vitals. "Were you injured?"

"No. I am fine."

Clint was finally on board the final boat and returned the child to his mother before collapsing on a bench. Charlie wanted to sit next to him but she still had a job to do. The sappy reunion would have to wait.

A/N: There's the end of Age of Ultron, which took forever for me to get to. I am sorry for that. I do hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Would you guys like to see the birth of the baby in this story or perhaps as a one shot? Feel free to review. I love all of you guys who have made this story so successful! J