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NINETEEN YEARS EARLIER
"Mmmm….I love you…." Clint whispered against their lips. Natasha hummed in reply.
Buzz. Buzz.
He sighed as he reached over to grab the phone. "Hill says Brandt is on the move. We need to get moving too." She nodded and got up, throwing off the sheets.
She walked over to the mirror and stared at him.
"What's up, Tash?"
"Did we make a mistake?" She turned around and faced him. "I love you, Clint, but what if the love we have destroys us? I can't…"
He got up from the bed and walked over to her, placing his hands on her arms.
"If I wasn't sure about this, we wouldn't have gone to that church. We wouldn't have said those vows. Heck, Tasha, what just happened wouldn't have happened." She looked away, but he brought her face back to him. "I wouldn't have asked you to marry me, if I wasn't sure, Tasha. I love you….till death do us part." He leaned down and captured her lips in his. Once they broke apart, they rested their foreheads against each others.
"я тоже тебя люблю…."(I love you too….)
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Nine months later….
"("I hate you" in multiple languages….) Goddammit, Barton, look what you did to me!"
Clint gripped her hand and gave her a smile. "That not what you said that night…" He winced as she smacked him upside the head.
"Not the time for tha-AAAA-t."
"Okay, ma'am." the doctor said. "ONe more push, okay? Ready? One, two three….and there she is." He placed the infant on her chest.
She smiled and caressed her face. "Hi, angel….I'm your mama….It's nice to finally meet you…." Clint smiled and wrapped an arm around Natasha.
"Yes, it is…."
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