"Nat babe, it's time to go to bed." Clint told the red head as he approached her cautiously. Natasha shook her head and kept going.

"Ten more minutes." Natasha argued and stretched her knee out as much as she could even though it hurt like fire.

"Nat stop. You don't have to do that anymore. Therapy is over for the day. Come on." Clint begged.

"No Clint! I am not stopping until I've reached my breaking point. My knee has to heal, I will not be on desk duty the rest of my life." Natasha snapped. Her knee gave out and she hit the ground. Clint sighed and went to help her up. "No, don't help me." Natasha told him and pulled herself up and on to her crutches.

"Nat, you need to let me help you. Please, for our son." Clint begged. Natasha visibly crumbled. She sighed and sat down in the nearby chair. She placed her head into her hands and started to cry. Clint rarely saw Natasha cry and it hurt him to see her like that. He sighed and walked over to her. He placed his hand comfortingly on her shoulder and felt her tightened muscles instantly relax. She sighed and leaned clumsily into his side. Clint smiled and wrapped his arms around her and held on tight. "Your therapist says you're doing great, way ahead of schedule. Don't push yourself too hard babe or you'll make it worse." Clint reasoned gently with her. Natasha nodded and looked up at him. Her eyes were wet and tears stained her cheeks. Clint felt himself melt. His heart broke to see her hurting like this. He had never seen his Nat look so defeated.

"I just hate not feeling one hundred percent." Natasha confessed. Clint smiled and kissed her gently on her forehead.

"Babe, you're going to get there. I promise, you're too stubborn not to get there again. Come on, let's go to bed." Clint suggested. Natasha sighed and nodded. She made to get up, but Clint swopped her up before she could and started to carry her through the bottom floor of Avengers Tower and over to the elevator. Natasha wanted to protest, but she was too tired and worn out to bother. Before they even reached their private floor of the tower she was fast asleep curled up in his arms. Clint smiled widely and took in how beautiful she was to him. He prayed that he never stopped finding her that breathtaking. He was so excited to have a baby with her. He was positive their kid would be amazing. He hoped it was a girl and he hoped if it was she would look just like her mother. Finally the elevator doors slid open and Clint carried her through their private apartment on the sixth floor of Avengers tower. Clint was glad he had spent several years working out, otherwise his arms would have been killing him when he finally reached their bedroom. Nat was eighteen weeks pregnant now and she had an adorable baby bump. Clint loved everything about it, he just wished she would stop beating herself up over the knee injury. The fractures technically weren't even healed all the way and he was afraid she was only going to make it worse. He reached the bedroom and laid her gently down on the bed. She didn't even make any attempt to wake up. Clint smiled and gently removed her heavy knee brace. She wasn't supposed to fall asleep in it, but she did all the time, and Clint had become an expert at getting it off her without waking her up. He removed the brace and placed it on the bedside table where she could find it easily the next morning. Then he wandered back into the main area of their private floor. It was only ten o'clock and he just wasn't tired yet. He found himself sitting on the floor in the room that would soon be their kid's room. The walls were painted a sky blue color and an oak crib was pushed against the wall. That was as far as they had gotten with the room. Clint was always on a mission and Natasha couldn't do the work without him. Clint sighed and leaned back against the wall. He found himself staring at the crib and imagining what it was going to be like to bring home their miracle. He was lost in thought so he didn't hear Natasha come into the room until she was standing next to him. He looked up at her and frowned when he noticed she wasn't wearing any kind of brace.

"Babe what are doing out of bed?" Clint asked. Natasha shrugged and eased herself down to sit next to Clint on the floor, she was careful not to bend her knee but it still hurt a little. Clint smiled and pulled her in close to him. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder.

"It's hard to sleep when you're not there to hold me." She confessed. Clint smiled and stroked her shoulder length red hair. She had let her hair grow out recently and Clint loved playing with it and running his hands through it.

"Well then let's go back to bed and I'll hold you." Clint suggested. Nat didn't move at all. Clint craned his head to get a good look at her. He smiled and chuckled softly when he realized she had already fallen asleep again. Clint placed a soft kiss on her forehead before carefully getting up from the floor. He bent over and picked Natasha up in his arms again.