Hey You guys! Sorry I have been gone so long! I was busy with school! Here is chapter five and please review! I need some encouragement and a little positive reinforcement to keep going please! Shout out to anyone whos reviewed liked and favorited my story, To F-Romanoff13 for letting me use Natasha's favorite food as blueberries like in so many of her stories. And Shout out to Rennier for keeping me going and encouraging me! Thank you guys so much! With out further ado here is chapter 5.
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CLINT-
I watch Natasha put as much lasagna in her mouth that she can. I can't help but to smile at this. Coulson leaves us after he finishes his food. He's probably still trying to explain why I have the Black Widow with me instead of floating down the scene river.
"Uh. There's only two beds." She points out standing in the little room area.
"We'll just share. It's not that big of a deal." I say pulling a spare blanket from under the bed. It gets cold in here at night.
I leave to tell Coulson good night and when I return she's already in my bed half asleep. I climb in and pull her close placing my hand over her stomach. I can still feel a wall in between us but for now I am content. I fall asleep a little after Natasha does.
There's a sharp pain in my side, another one in my stomach, one on my thigh. Before I wake up and notice Natasha struggling in my arms and crying but she's still asleep. I look and see Coulson asleep with a small smirk on his face and my watch reads 3:12 am.
I pick up Natasha and take her into the kitchen.
"Natasha wake up. Nat! Natasha!" I say to get her to wake up. She sits up right in my lap and then turns and punches me square in the nose. Not hard enough to break it but hard enough to give me a bloody nose.
"Clint? What happened? Where am I and why are you bleeding?" She asks with tears still streaming down her face. She looks and sounds so vulnerable.
"Come on lets go to the roof and I'll explain." I say grabbing a white hand towel and holding it against my face.
We walk up the stairs and go outside on the roof.
"I woke up because you were having a night mare and kicking me. I took you to the kitchen so you didn't wake Coulson when I woke you and then you punched me in the face and here we are now." I say as the cool night time Paris air brushes against my bare chest.
"Oh sorry." She says sitting on the air conditioner to the office building.
"Want to talk about it?" I ask sitting down next to her. When she shakes her head I begin to grow frustrated.
"Hey, you can trust me okay. I trust you completely you need to trust me completely now." I say circling my arm around her as new tears stream down her face.
"I was in in Red Room. There was this man there. His name was Ivan and he was the one who brought me in. One day I was training and a girl broke her wrist. I showed mercy and went to help her and then later he broke both of my wrists. Then he, he… he … raped me. I was se…sev…seven." She says shuddering at the memory. I pulled her close to me and kept her wrapped in a hug we sat there for a while taking comfort in each other.
"Clint… Will you tell me the worst thing that your father ever did to you?" She asked after a while.
"Yeah… I was fourteen and my father had been drinking. I came home from school and he started yelling at me and then he was hitting me. My brother Barney was at football practice at the time. He ended up hitting my head against the door knob and then he took the bottle of whiskey and smashed it against my back. When I woke up Barney was watching the paramedics take me from the house and then I was sent into immediate surgery. The glass scraped my spinal cord and damaged my hearing from it. I now wear tiny hearing aids. You have to know what you're looking for to find them in my ear." I tell her. She looks at me astonished and then nods and wraps her arms around me tightly. We watch the sun rise and then we go inside. Coulson comes out onto the roof and stands sipping at his coffee. I enter the door but Coulson has Natasha stay behind for a second. When she comes back in, she is wearing a face of indifference that I call her spy face.
We are picked up later that day by a quin-jet and the plane ride is fairly uneventful. I read books in weird languages that I know, Natasha watches movies and everything else, and Coulson does paper work. I know that this is the calm before storm Fury but I can't help but enjoy it. Especially because Natasha and the way that she twists her curly red hair around her finger as she watches the movies and then the way she jumps at a small noise. I love the way that when she is startled by a noise one of her hands flies to her stomach in protection.
When we land Natasha is whisked away by some people that will probably hold her until Fury determines that she is safe. She looks back at me as she is being taken away, I give her a nod and then she stands up straight and walks confidently.
I wait in Fury's office, and then I feel the room fill with his presence.
"Barton! What the hell were you thinking? Bringing the world's deadliest person to us?! You completely ignored your orders and the protocol!" Fury yells at me as he takes his place behind his desk.
"I thought that she could be a valuable asset sir." I say leaving the smart ass comments out, I'm already in enough trouble without them.
"I suppose but did it not cross your mind that she is FUCKING PREGNANT!?" He yells at me.
"Like I said sir I believe that she can be a valuable asset no matter the set -backs." I say keeping cool.
"I suppose that we could train her child to be an agent, the best agent the world has ever seen. But Barton I saved your ass today. I realize the importance of this but the council wants her to be killed. You are her partner for your stupid stunt that you pulled out there, Coulson her handler. Now back to the kid, it can start training at five, be a full-fledged agent by sixteen." Fury says trailing off.
"Sir I can't let you train my child as an agent." I say with an edge of defiance in my voice.
"YOU'RE CHILD!?" He yells turning his face purple.
"Yes sir. We had a one night stand together in South America. This was before I knew who she was." I say strongly but neutral.
"I did not expect this from you Barton. You do realize that she has to pass the combat test to become an agent correct. The final test for that is tomorrow." Fury says I just nod my head mulling through this information.
"Dismissed." I hear him say and I leave to gather Natasha.
I am pointed in the right direction by Fury's right eye, Agent Hill. I enter the observation room to get to the room where she is being kept. Through the glass I see an agent I know as Philips screaming at Natasha and getting in her face. She sits there staring at the glass as if she knew that I was behind it. Then Philips slaps Natasha against the face. But before his hand can make contact with her cheek her hand shoots up from her lap and she stops it. Then with a sharp twist and a loud crack his hand is hanging limply from his wrist. As he howls in pain he goes to hit her again. But instead of her stopping him I burst through the door and kick him down and with a sharp stomp on his ankle that too is broken.
"Come on we're going now. Philips sorry you fell down the stairs." I say, grabbing him by his broken wrist and pulling him outside to the stairs. Natasha follows looking slightly scared of me.
We take the stairs and as we go up Natasha finally asks me something.
"Why'd you defend me? And why'd you snap his ankle and crush his foot?" She asks me.
"I defend my partner. He was going to kick you; the trajectory of his kick would have landed directly on your stomach. He kicks hard. His kick would have made you miscarry." I say still feeling rage burn through my veins.
NATASHA-
I endured the interrogation questions not answering anything, knowing that Clint would want me to hold off for a little while. When I broke the interrogator's hand well he had it coming. When Clint snapped the guy's ankle and crushed his foot. Even I found that to be uncalled for but when Clint gave me his reasons I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and happiness and the other thing that is only for children, run through my body.
Clint took me back to his apartment and I could tell there was something that he wasn't telling me.
"Clint what's wrong? What aren't you telling me?" I asked plopping down on his couch and putting my feet up. They were killing me which is bizarre because I haven't done hardly any walking today.
"You have to take a combat test tomorrow." He said tossing me a water bottle, a blueberry yogurt, and a cheese stick.
"Okay. But they know I'm pregnant right? I mean I'll do it and I'll kick everyone's ass but seriously?" I ask slurping the yogurt cup like a drink.
"Director Fury's orders and he knows that you're pregnant and that I was the one who knocked you up." He says finishing his own water.
"Okay. So what now?" I ask him dangling a piece of string cheese over my mouth.
"We should probably go see a doctor about the kid just to make sure everything is okay." He says visibly shuddering at the mention of a doctor.
"Mmk. What do you want, a boy or a girl?" I ask him.
"Girl, and she'll look just like you but with my smile."
"Really? Why would you ever want another me?" I ask smiling and oddly enough I blush from his genuine show of affection, I never blush.
"What do you want for dinner?" He asks smirking at me without giving me an answer.
"Lasagna?" I say and smile sheepishly at him.
"Lasagna it is." He says smiling at me as he goes to make us dinner.
I think I drift off because the next thing I know is I am being carried and then blackness takes over and then I wake myself with a start.
There is sun shining through the large widow across from the bed, but I don't feel the pressure of Clint's hand on my abdomen or his breathe on the back of my neck, and I feel empty and a little sad. How is it that after three nights I have become so dependent on him already? When I sit up I see a note taped to the window.
Nat-
Went to get donuts coffee and chai tea for breakfast.
Be back soon. Clothes are in the dresser middle drawer is shirt and the bottom is pants.
-Clint.
I smile at his note and how caring he is. I still can't believe that I have only known him for three days. I grab some clothes and get in the shower. We're going to have to get clothes before my combat test today. I can't fight properly in oversized sweat pants.
In the shower I hear the front door open and close and I figure that it's Clint returning from his food run. I toss on the sweatpants and his shirt which pulls tightly against my stomach making me look bigger than I actually am.
"Clint?" I call out as I walk into the living room while towel drying my hair. That's when I notice a blonde haired woman with big boobs and a tiny waist sitting on Clint's couch. She looks surprised when she sees me.
"Who are you?" She asks standing up from the couch.
"A friend of Clint's, my boyfriend and I had a fight last night and I was scared so I came here." I make up a convincing lie keeping with the guidelines that Clint and I can't tell anyone he's the dad. She looks convinced. "Who are you?" I ask back at her.
"Clint's girlfriend. How come I haven't heard about you before?" She says curling her lip up slightly as she looks me over up and down.
"I'm a childhood friend. I found him again about a month ago, living right here in New York. Just a few blocks away." I say flashing her a smile.
"Clint didn't have any friends as a kid." She snarls at me with a vindictive grin.
"You're right; he didn't have any friends in his childhood. At least the parts that he told you about." I say sweetly with a hint of venom biting at my words.
"Do you know where he is?" She asks bitterly. The second I am about to answer Clint walks through the door.
"Chai tea, Coffee, blueberry muffin and chocolate covered donuts." Clint announces as he walks through the door looking through the bags that he's got. His facial expression changes the second he looks up from the bags and notices that I am looking at his "girlfriend" like prey.
"Bobbi, nice to see that you're back from Africa. What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that we were done 18 months ago when I found you sleeping with Philips in MY bed, and the next day you left for Africa with no word to me." He says darkly.
"I came to say that I was sorry. I want you back." She says sweetly putting on the most innocent face that I've ever seen anyone put on, probably also the fakest face I've ever seen anyone put on.
"Apology not accepted. I'll gladly take the key that you used to get in though. Also get the hell out of my apartment." He says sticking out one of his hands for the key.
"What makes you think that I have a key? Why couldn't prego have let me in?" She asks crossing her arms over her chest.
"Prego has trust issues, and I gave you a key the week before you left to Africa. I'd like it back now." He says. I stand in the background uncomfortably. I get what happened but not why she's here.
Bobbi huffs and pulls the key out of her pocket and hurls it across the room towards my face. Without even thinking I reach my hand up and catch it before it broke the picture on the wall behind me. Astonishment replaces the anger on her face for a split second and then the anger boils over and she turns and stomps out of the apartment slamming the door behind her.
"Sorry you had to deal with that." Clint says holding out my chai tea to me. I nod and pick at my blueberry muffin.
"Are you okay? She didn't hurt you did she?" He asks concern written all over his face.
"Ha, like she could hurt me. But I do have one question…" I say purposely trailing off.
"What, you can ask me anything?" He says reaching across the table and placing his hand over mine. I look up into his eyes and wait a few seconds, long enough for him to jump to the worst conclusions, then with a very serious face and voice I ask him,
"Did I really sleep where that asshole and the bimbo did the deed?"
Clint's face shows relief and he lets out a deep hearty laugh.
"Nah, I got a new mattress, because I lit the other one on fire to get them out of my bed." He says laughing again. As a second thought he asks me, "What happened when I was gone? When I got back you were looking at her as if you were going to eat her for breakfast."
I recited what happened doing a stupid valley girl voice as hers and I left out telling her my story. Clint laughed the entire time that wonderful beautiful deep laugh that made my stomach dance with butterflies.
"So what story did you tell her? I mean she was bound to ask you who you were." He said smiling but taking a sip of his coffee with more sugar and milk than actual coffee.
"I told her that I was a childhood friend and that I had a fight with my boyfriend last night and I was afraid to be by myself. She then said in a very snotty voice, Clint doesn't have any childhood friends. I told her that she was right you don't at least that she knows of." I smile as Clint snorts almost spewing a mouthful of coffee all over the table.
"Who knew that the world's deadliest woman is just as broken as me and she has a sense of humor?!" He says still laughing.
"Oh hey Clint, what time is that stupid combat test?" I ask him realizing that I used his first name on accident.
"Four why?" He asks clearing the table from out breakfast.
"We need to go shopping. I need clothes. I can't fight in oversized sweatpants." I say putting on my shoes after breakfast.
"Alright then, where do you want to go?" He asks tossing me a hoodie.
"Maternity store …that sounds right." I say following him through the front door.