AN: So, as I re-read the previous chapters, I felt the need to clarify my timeline. It is:
March: sexy sex
April: New Mexico
May: Tromso
June: epic fight, debriefing
July: Stark Tower
August: Clint's return
September: making nice

So Darcy is about 6 months along.

And SMUT SMUT SMUT yeah.

Darcy woke up hot. Not the kind of hot when you turn the heater up too high and have too many blankets and too much clothing; no, this was the kind of hot where your skin feels too tight and all the blood leaves your brain and moves…farther south.

To sum it up: Darcy woke up incredibly horny.

She levered herself up, trying to see the clock. It was something after 6 was the most she could make up. Clint lay next to her on his stomach, on arm thrown across her waist and the other across his eyes.

Darcy gently nudged his shoulder while taking in the muscles of his back. "Clint…" she whispered. No response.

So Darcy straddled his waist and ran her nails down his back. (What? She was really horny.) "Clint…" she sing-songed, a little louder.

He shifted under her and mumbled something. Darcy leaned down and nibbled on the junction of his neck and shoulder.

In a lightning fast move, he sat up, Darcy straddling his lap as he gripped her arms. "What're you doing?" he asked as sleep cleared from his eyes.

"Um…" Darcy said, trying not to rub up against his erection against her thigh. "Well, I had this dream…" she said, not meeting his gaze.

"And…?" he said, leaning his forehead against hers.

"And…you were doing this thing with your hands…"

"Like this?" he asked, tracing her spine from her shoulders to her ass.

Darcy wiggled, trying to alleviate the heat growing between her legs. "Not that…"

He kneaded her breasts through his shirt, flicking his thumbs across her already hard nipples. "What about like this?" he asked, his breath hot on her ear.

Darcy arched her back, pushing her breasts further into her hands as she moaned. "No…not quite…"

Clint slid his hands down her body until they were at the junction of her thighs. Instinctively knowing exactly where to touch, he caressed her clit through her shorts. "Like this?"

Darcy pushed him back down on the bed and smothered him with kisses. "Oh, yes," she sighed.

Clint never imagined that he was going to be woken up with morning sex when he went to bed last night. In fact, he hadn't even expected to wake up next to anyone, let alone a beautiful woman who wanted his hands on her body. But hey, he wasn't complaining.

He claimed Darcy's mouth with his own, nibbling on her lower lip. In retaliation, she ground her hips into his, fueling the morning wood he had into a full blown erection.

Clint had liked that about Darcy. She gave as good as she got with sex. So he stripped his shirt from her. Helping her briefly stand, the two of them managed to get both of their pants off.

In the hazy early morning light, Darcy's pale skin was bathed in a golden glow, making her look like something out of a fairy tale. Giving him a wicked smile that made his toes curl, she leaned down to take his nipples in her mouth.

Clint may not be a prince, but then again…Darcy was no damsel in distress. Their fairy tale might be a little fucked, but by God, it was a good fuck.

Clint reached back down between them, rolling her clit between her fingers. Darcy immediately jerked up. "Fuck me, Clint. Now." She cried impatiently, trying to get his cock in her.

"Far be it…for me…to argue with…the pregnant woman" he gasped out as Darcy slid herself onto him. As he sheathed himself in her wet heat, she gave a little moan. He watched, amazed, as Darcy lifted her riotous hair and arched her back. Reaching up, he gave her nipples a twist as she started to ride him.

It was hard, and it was fast, and it was glorious. Clint sucked and nibbled and stroked those glorious breasts as Darcy moved herself up and down with an unrelenting pace. And then she threw her head back and let out a feral moan that sent Clint's libido into overdrive. With a shudder, he climaxed, pulling himself up to wrap around her as they rode out their orgasms together.

Darcy rolled off of Clint and sprawled across the bed, one leg and an arm thrown across him. He looked at her and gave her a goofy grin. She giggled. "That was…nice." She said.

"Woman, that was fan-fucking-tastic. You are not allowed to sleep anywhere else because I fully expect to be woken up like that every day."

Darcy rolled her eyes at him. "Do you find it odd that we orgasm together?"

Clint thought about it for a moment. "No, not really. I just take it as a sign that we're doing something right," he said, giving her a shit-eating grin.

Darcy gave him a shove. "Whatever." Climbing over him, she crawled out of bed. "Baby on bladder means momma's gotta pee." She said as she walked over to the bathroom.

Darcy did her business, attempted to tame her hair, then walked back out into the bedroom wearing Clint's bathrobe. "Aw, you're no fun," he whined when he saw her covered state.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, and Clint wrapped his body around her. "So….what're you doing today?" she asked.

"Oh, I dunno. I'll probably spar with Tasha some, and I need to finish up some paperwork…"

Darcy knit her fingers together, suddenly nervous about what she wanted to ask him. "Would you…um..would you like to go to my doctor's appointment with me?"

Clint sat up, the sheet still covering him below the waist. "Your…baby doctor appointment?"

Darcy gave him a look. "Well, duh. I…um…am going to find out the gender today. I'd like you there."

Clint's face was impassive. "You don't know the gender?"

Darcy fiddled with a curl. "It just…didn't seem right, finding out without you there." She mumbled.

Clint's face broke into an ecstatic grin as he put one hand on her belly and pulled her in for a hug. "Yes, I would love to be there," he murmured into her hair.

Darcy did a walk of pride back to her suite of rooms. (She sure as hell wasn't ashamed of having hot hot sex this morning.) She showered, and dressed in an oversized denim shirt and leggings. Curling up on her couch, she checked her email and the news on her tablet.

At 9:30, Clint knocked on her door. "Come in!" she yelled out, too comfy on the couch to get up. He snuck up behind her and jumped over the couch's back, landing next to her.

"You don't have to knock, ya know. You can just let yourself in." Darcy said, never looking up from her tablet.

Clint sat her boots on her coffee table with a thunk. "You forgot these."

Darcy sat her tablet down and leaned forward to put them on. "Yay! I was looking for these." She turned to Clint with a semi-serious expression. "Shoes run away from me."

She watched Clint out of the corner of her eye as he watched her put her boots on. He swallowed. "I find the sight of you in those boots ridiculously attractive, and I keep picturing you wearing nothing but them." Darcy looked at him, incredulous. "What?" he asked. "I'm just being honest."

Darcy laughed. "Okay, thanks. I bought them because they reminded me of you." At his incredulous look, Darcy added, "Just keeping the honesty ball rolling." She glanced at her watch. "C'mon, help me up. It's time to go."

Clint stood up and pulled Darcy to her feet. She grabbed her bag and keys, and they left the Tower.

Clint was nervous – and he never got nervous. But here he was, going with Darcy to her doctor's appointment. They were sitting in the waiting room. Darcy had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and Clint sat there nervously flipping through an old issue of some parenting magazine.

Another guy sat down next to him. "First one?" he asked, giving Clint a sympathetic smile.

"Uh..yeah." Clint stuttered out. "That obvious?"

The other man laughed. "It's okay. We're on baby number three, and I'm still a wreck every time." The two men sat there, chatting, until Darcy came back to Clint.

"It's our turn."

Clint stood up and shook hands with the other guy. "It was nice talking to you." He turned to Darcy, and she led the way back to the examining room.

Darcy changed into the gown behind a screen while Clint averted his eyes. She lied down on the examining table, and Clint sat in a chair by her shoulders. The doctor came in, and looked at some things (Clint was glad the doctor was a woman, otherwise that would've been uncomfortable, to say the least).

Finally, she uncovered Darcy's stomach. Darcy gasped as the doctor spread some goo over her. Clint immediately turned to her, worried. "It's cold." She said with a giggle.

Suddenly, a grainy image appeared on the screen in front of them. Clint could make out a head and shoulders and impossibly tiny little hands. He reached for Darcy's hand, and she intertwined her fingers with his as they shared a look. Wow, Clint thought, there really is a little person in there.

"Well, do you want to know the gender yet, Miss Lewis?" the doctor asked.

Darcy looked at Clint, unsure. He nodded in support. "Yes, please," she answered, her voice shaking.

Darcy clutched at Clint's fingers as the doctor moved the wand, examining the image on the screen. "Well…there's nothing there…" she said. Clint's brow furrowed as Darcy took on a pained expression. Was there something wrong with their baby? "What do you mean?" he managed to get out.

The doctor turned to him and gave him a smile. "Well…if you wanted to paint the nursery pink, it would probably be okay," the doctor said as she stood up. "With that, you're free to go."

Clint turned to Darcy and kissed her. "We're having a baby girl," he said, grinning like a fool.

"Damnit," Darcy grumbled. "I only had a boy named picked out."

Clint insisted on going into a baby store after they left the doctor's office and had an early lunch. Darcy unwillingly relented, and the two ended up going a little crazy. By the time they had left, they had a full wardrobe for the baby, as well as blankets and diapers and formula and a giant stuffed dog that Clint was already calling Nana.

The two made it back to Stark Tower, and Darcy laid down for a nap. Clint went down to the gym to spar with Natasha.

Within two minutes, she had him on the ground. It hurt like a motherfucker, but Clint was too busy grinning to really be upset.

"Barton, are you high?" Nat asked him.

"Nope." He said, making the 'p' sound pop. "Just really happy. Really really really happy." Natasha raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. "We're having a girl. A baby girl." He crowed, unable to contain his enthusiasm.

Natasha helped him up and gave him a rare smile. "Congrats, Clint." She said, giving him a pat on the shoulder, which was a bear hug in Nat-speak.

Clint managed to keep his head together long enough to get a decent sparring session in, even if she did pin him more times than normal. He showered and was looking at the ultrasound pictures when JARVIS spoke.

"Agent Barton, Miss Lewis has awoken. You did ask me to inform you when this happened," the clipped British voice said.

"Thanks, JARVIS," he tossed towards the ceiling.

Darcy had just woken up when Tony's voice came over her headset. "Yo, Lewis. Get your fat ass out of bed and come down to the lab."

"I'm not fat," Darcy grumbled. "I'm pregnant."

"Semantics." Tony said into her ear.

"Fuck you," was her witty response.

"I'm pretty sure that's how you got in that condition." Tony said. Darcy could just hear the smirk in the voice. After running a brush through her hair, she wrapped her scarf back around her neck, put her boots on, and went to leave.

When she opened her door, Clint was on the other side. "Oh, hey. Stark wants me in the lab." She said by way of greeting. "You coming?"

The two stepped into Tony's lab, and a cry of "Congratulations!" met their ears. A banner that said "It's a girl!" had been strung between Dum-E and Butterfingers. There was cake on one of the lab tables, and all of the Avengers, plus Pepper, Jane, Erik, and Coulson had gathered around it.

Darcy clapped her hands to her mouth in surprise. Tearing up, she asked, "How did you know?"

Tony pointed to Clint. "Your boyfriend over there can't really keep a secret."

Darcy turned to look at him, slightly exasperated, but with a fond smile. It was cute how excited Clint was about having a girl. "Okay, give me that cake." Darcy said with a laugh as her family came in to hug her.

They all ate cake, and everyone had some sort of gift to give Darcy. Pepper gave Darcy the softest sweater in a beautiful silvery-gray. Jane and Erik had gone together and gotten them a Diaper Genie (whatever that was). Bruce gave them a beautiful baby sling made of some gorgeous Indian sari fabric. Tony promised them that he was building them a nanny-bot (which scared Darcy a little bit). Steve gave them a gorgeous drawing of Clint kissing her belly that Darcy was going to frame and put in her bedroom. Coulson whispered something in Clint's ear, and Clint grinned and shook his hand. Darcy didn't know how that qualified as a gift, but she assumed she would find out later.

But Thor's gift was the most beautiful of all. He had carved them an intricate crib that looked as if it grew out of the ground – perfectly matching her Neverland nursery. Everyone gasped over the detailed carvings and the rich, ebony finish. Darcy couldn't stop tracing the whorls in the branches that made up the legs. "For you, little lightning sister," he said, wrapping Darcy in a gentle hug. The baby then kicked Thor, and he spent a good five minutes cooing at her belly. Darcy giggled, taking in the sight of the giant Norse god reduced to baby talk at her waist. Over his head, she and Jane shared a smile.

And that was how Darcy Lewis had her baby shower in a grease-monkey-genius's lab.