OKay sorry it took me so long to update! Here is the next chapter. As always please leave reviews, comments, suggestions, anything just no flames if its not constuctive critisism. PLEASE REVIEW! Here is chapter 4
CLINT-
Coulson caught sight of Natasha and his face shows no mercy as he pulls out his gun.
"Coulson, think about this. Why would I bring the Black Widow here without a good reason? Put the gun away and let us in." I say stepping in between the two. A tense minute passes before Coulson lowers the gun and moves aside to let me and Natasha in.
I look around the small flat and notice that nothing has changed except a few dishes in the sink. I open the fridge and grab two waters and a carton of blueberries. I hand the blueberries and one of the waters to Natasha and I chug my water. Coulson notices me handing her the blueberries and looks quizzically at me. I shrug and plop down in a chair at the table and soon enough she does to.
"So Barton you going to tell me why you brought the most deadly assassin here and why the hell she's still breathing?" Coulson asks me.
"I'm hurt, and here I thought that I was the best assassin." I say feigning pain. The look that Coulson gives me is almost picture worthy. I glance at Natasha who is devouring the blueberries like there is no tomorrow.
"Relax Phil. I figured that she could be a valuable asset and I can't kill the mother of my unborn child can I? Even I am compassionate enough to not do that." I say dropping the whole I'm-the-father of-the-child-that-the-wold's-deadliest-assassin-is-pregnant-with bomb. I hear a light cough and see Natasha coughing trying to get a blueberry un-lodged from her throat. I reach over and pat her back helping without a second thought.
"Wait back up, the father of HER child?" He asks pointing to Natasha.
"Yup, remember that mission four months ago?" I ask handing Natasha a new water bottle, which she promptly chugs.
"The one to Africa?" Coulson asks.
"Nah, the one to South America my 'perfect' mission. The one where I had the one night stand with that really hot red head who seduced me and then I killed three targets and one of the associates who was equally as dangerous." I say a look of understanding runs across my handler's face. He gives me a look that says that I need to continue.
"Well, meet that one night stand. Natasha Romanoff, A.K.A. the Black Widow." I say and the shock on Coulson's face is so strong that I actually pull out my phone and take a picture. I hear a small snort and see that Natasha is laughing at my actions. Well what can be qualified as a laugh from her at least.
"Okay, and you want me to do what exactly?" He asks after a few minutes.
"Talk to Fury and have him not kill her. She has already agreed to become an agent willingly." I purpose to him hoping that I was getting through to him.
"Fine Clint but you explain this to Fury when we get back and I'll back you up." He says shaking his head.
"Deal! Now who wants lasagna?" I ask pulling out the ingredients for it. Phil shakes his head and mutters something about me being a lucky bastard as he walks back to the office area. Natasha sits at the table staring at the empty blueberry container.
"So Nat, you like lasagna right?" I ask her.
"Yeah it's pretty good. How'd you know that I like blueberries?" She asks
"Yesterday at the Café you ordered a strawberry and blueberry crepe, blueberry tea, a blueberry muffin, and a bowl of extra blueberries. I figured you liked them after that." I say tossing the now soft noodles into a strainer.
"Okay maybe they're my favorite food. What about you? What's your favorite food?" She asks as she sits on the counter top now.
"Hmmm. I'm going to go with green apples. They're nutritious and delicious. Hey! I need that cheese for lasagna!" I say as she fills her mouth with a handful of shredded mozzarella cheese.
"You have enough there. Besides you're child likes cheese. I actually hate it." She says. I look at her in disbelief.
"How can someone hate cheese? It's like the food of life! It goes with almost everything and it tastes delicious by itself! When we get state side one of the first things we are doing is going wine and cheese tasting." I declare placing the lasagna in the oven.
"That's going to have to wait about five more months." She says giving me the most dazzling smile and placing her hand on the rounded bump where our baby sits.
NATASHA-
"That's going to have to wait about five more months." I say giving him one of my real smiles and placing my hand on my rounded stomach. He smiles back at me and then kneels down in front of me.
"You're going to make it hard for me to show your mommy the joys of life aren't you?" He says to my bump and then he kisses it quickly. He leaves his hands on either side of my stomach as he stands up and stares into my eyes. We get closer together and soon his lips are pressed against mine and as I begin to deepen our kiss a cough from the other room breaks us apart.
Shock runs across his face as he realizes what we just did.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that." He says backing away from me. The moment he is away I feel cold and I become slightly sad. No, remember who you are! You are not falling for this guy. Love is for children! My conscious shouts at me but despite thinking that, I can't help but to feel empty inside.
"No! It's okay. I understand. Don't worry about it! Please." I say before I can stop myself. He looks at me funny.
"Okay. Here I'll show you to the extra clothes and the shower if you want." He says awkwardly. He walks out of the kitchen and I follow him. He gives me a clean shirt from his suit case and a pair of sweatpants.
I change into the clothes and I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror and vow to myself not to lead this guy on. I can't become compromised.
I leave the bathroom enjoying the feeling of clean clothing on my body. I find Clint sitting at the ,kitchen table reading a book in Italian. I study him taking in the way his eyebrows furrow at a part that he doesn't particularly like or how his lips quirk up similarly to mine when he gets to a good part. I move past his face and study his arms the muscles are resting but look hard and tense, small scars criss cross and disappear under the sleeve of his shirt. I shudder as I remember that I was tracing those scars only this morning. His shirt is tight on his torso and the way his legs are propped on the back of the chair that I sat in earlier makes his abs contract beneath his shirt. He looks very attractive and I can imagine his arms holding me the way that he did earlier.
"See something you like?" He asks me breaking me out of my reverie.
"Nah, just thinking about how easy it would be to kick your ass even pregnant." I say smirking. He just grins and the timer on the oven goes off.
We all sit down for dinner something that Clint insisted upon. Clint stares at me waiting for me to take the first bite and I notice Coulson has a small smirk on his lips and is shoveling the food into his face.
I hesitantly raise the fork to my mouth and then I take a bite. I can feel my eyes widen in surprise at the multitude of flavors explodes on my tongue.
"WOW! It's good!" I say in between bites, letting my Russian accent slip a little because of how excited I am.