Natasha winced as the arrow struck the target slightly to the left of the bulls-eye, and an unhappy twinge of pain shot through her elbow. She'd been at the range in the Avengers Tower for the last hour shooting arrows. She was trying to build the strength in her elbow and arm back.
"Easy Widow, that's my job." Clint's voice called from behind. Natasha whipped around to face Clint. He was leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, and he was smirking. She rolled her eyes at him and notched another arrow.
"How was the mission?" She asked and fired the arrow. This one hit a little above the bulls-eye and it hurt a little more than the last, but Natasha didn't let it show in her facial expression. Clint smiled to himself at his wife's determination. Clint came up behind the female assassin and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled slightly to herself as his hands came to rest on her small baby bump. Now that the cast on her arm was gone and she was getting out of the morning sickness phase, Natasha loved being pregnant. Clint sighed and helped Natasha notch another arrow.
"The mission was alright but I miss my partner." Clint whispered in her ear. Natasha smiled.
"I miss it too. Tell my physical therapist to clear my elbow and tell my orthopedic doctor to take this dumb boot off me." Natasha groaned. Clint smiled and kissed her ear affectionately.
"I love you." He whispered. Natasha rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"You're lucky I love you." She glared. Clint smiled. "Did you get hurt any?" Natasha asked. Clint shrugged.
"Just some bruises and cuts. The usual." Clint told her. Natasha turned to look at him with narrowed eyes.
"I can tell when you're hiding something from me. What else is hurt?" Natasha asked. Clint smiled and pointed to his bicep. Natasha sat the bow and arrow down on the ground and turned her attention to Clint. She pulled his shirt sleeve up over his toned muscles to expose his right bicep. There was a deep gash on his bicep and he winced sharply when she ran her fingers along the laceration. "Clint this is really deep. It's a good thing that you wore your sleeveless suit or you would be paying a fortune on a patch job. Does Fury know about this?" Natasha asked. Clint shook his head.
"It wasn't important. It only bled for like twenty minutes." Clint said brushing it off nonchalantly.
"Twenty minutes!? Oh my gosh Clint!" Natasha gasped. Clint smiled sheepishly.
"It's fine Nat. I promise." He assured her. Natasha reached and up and touched it. Clint hissed at the pain. Natasha pulled her finger away and showed it to Clint. There was bright red blood on it.
"It's still bleeding. It is not fine. You need stitches." Natasha told him seriously. Clint rolled his eyes.
"I'm not going to S.H.I.E.L.D for this." He insisted.
"Fine you big baby. I'll stitch up here then." Natasha retorted. Clint groaned but willingly followed her out of the firing range and through the lower floors of the Avengers Tower. She walked in front of him and Clint smiled at her adorable hobbling limp. The heavy black boot on her foot weighed even her usually lighter than air form. He knew she was annoyed with it beyond belief and itching to get some field work in before she was shoved on permanent desk duty until after the baby was born. Clint honestly couldn't wait for her to get a bigger baby bump. He was ecstatic to lay in bed next to her and talk to their baby. It blew his mind every time he said that. She was carrying their baby. Together they had made this awesome life that was forming inside his smoking hot wife. He was looking forward to the day when he could tell the rest of the team about the baby. His wife nor his director would let him tell them yet and it was driving him crazy. He could tell that Pepper was starting to get suspicious, but none of the other people in the Avengers Tower noticed anything. Finally Natasha took a sharp left into a room. Clint followed her sheepishly into the fully stocked medical bay. If he was being completely honest the gash in his arm did hurt pretty bad, but he didn't want to admit that to Nat. The last thing she needed was to worry.
"Let's get this over with." Clint groaned and sat down in one of the chairs against the wall. Natasha rolled her eyes and pulled a suture kit out of a cabinet. She offered Clint a small smile before she started to disinfect the wound. Clint gasped. "Oh my God Nat!" He yelped as the alcohol from the disinfectant seeped into his cut.
"Well if you had gotten it looked at earlier it wouldn't have as many germs in it." Natasha snapped. Clint sighed.
"I'm sorry Nat. I didn't want to worry you." Clint admitted ashamed.
"I'd rather you tell me the truth from the beginning." Natasha told him. Clint smiled and nodded.
"I will next time babe. I promise." He answered. Natasha nodded and jabbed a needle at the end of his scar. He didn't even flinch.
"I figured you might want some numbing agent. Remember how tightly I pulled last time?" Natasha teased and started to stitch up the cut. Clint rolled his eyes and tried not to dwell on that particular memory. Natasha was definitely good at patching him up, a little too good at it. Clint winced as she pulled one stitch particularly tight.
"Dang Nat. Take it easy." Clint complained. Natasha rolled her eyes and kept right on stitching.
"Don't be such a baby." She told him annoyed. Clint rolled his eyes in return. Natasha suddenly stopped mid stitch and grabbed her stomach.
"Nat. Are you okay?" He asked nervously. The Black Widow shook her head and took in a shaky breath. "Nat, you're scaring me. Just tell me what's wrong. Are you in pain?" Clint asked. Natasha shook her head and turned quickly to throw up in the trash can beside her. Clint was instantly at her side comforting her and holding back her fiery red hair. Natasha's body lurched forward again and she vomited once more. "Easy Nat. Just breathe." He coached. Clint's heart broke for his wife. He knew it was just a part of being pregnant, but it still hurt him to see her get sick. She moaned softly and leaned back on him for support. He accepted her into his embrace and just held her while she calmed back down. The pair of assassins fell asleep just like that.
