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"Triplets?" I ask in astonishment.
"Yes, did you do IVF or artificial insemination by any chance because naturally conceived triplets is really rare?"
"Nope, the whole process was one hundred percent natural. I can guarantee that." Clint says with a smirk on his face.
"Agent Barton are you the father of these children?" The doctor asks, I begin to panic and Clint looks at me and nods.
"Yes, but if you tell anyone then I'll just have to kill you." He says seriously. The doctor simply nods and hands me some paper towels for me to wipe off the gel.
"Here, Romanoff here is your prescription of prenatal vitamins that you have to take. Also inside of this are the pictures of your babies, as well as the genders. But whether you decide to know the genders that is your choice." The doctor says handing me an envelope and a slip of paper with my prescription on it.
We leave the doctor's office with instructions to come back in two weeks.
"So triplets." Clint says running his hand through his hair as he drove.
"Yup, triplets." I say slightly astonished that I have three babies in my stomach right now.
The rest of the car ride is silent as we both attempt to wrap our heads around the fact that instead of being parents to one child it is now three.
I wake up the next morning with Clint's arms around me. I smile but then I remember why I woke up. I move his arm and then I go to the bathroom and get dressed in some pants and a shirt. I make my way to the roof so I could think before Clint wakes up.
I can't be a mother, I am a red room agent. I didn't even have a mother. I know that Clint wants to be a dad but I don't think that I can be a mother. I'll mess up and then my kids will hate me forever. A hand on my shoulder pulls me from my thoughts. I look and see Clint standing behind me.
"Clint, I can't do this. Be a mom. I didn't even know my mom." My voice cracks.
"I know Nat but we can do this together, we have to. I can't let my children grow up in a foster home never knowing who their parents are. It can't happen." Clint says seriously.
"We should know the genders" I say producing the envelope that the doctor gave me yesterday.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks staring intently at me.
"Yeah, let's do this." I say as I break the seal on the envelope and reach in.
A slip of folded paper greets my hand, I tugged it out of the envelope and set it aside. I then poured out the ultrasound pictures into my lap. I stared at the black and white images and on them there was the three blurbs labeled with A, B, C. Clint looked at me and clasped one of my hands with his and picked up the paper. I held one side and he held the other. I placed the ultrasound picture up next to it and then we began to read the results.
"Baby A, Girl. Baby B, Boy. Baby C, Boy." We said together. I matched the pictures up to the genders. New tears graced my already moist cheeks.
"But what if we mess up then they will hate us forever. What about the red in my ledger, or yours?" I say wiping away a single tear that slipped from my face.
"That'll never happen." He says gripping my hand tightly and wiping away one of the tears from my face.
"What about my ledger? What about your ledger?" I ask him.
"Nat I'll help you clear your ledger and you can help me clear mine, but you need to tell me what happened in the red room." He says. I take a shaky breath and begin.
"I was brought into the red room at four by Ivan. We were trained on a daily basis from four am to 8 pm. We had three meals a day if you were lucky and didn't do anything that the head person didn't like. You know what happened when I was seven. When I was eleven the water boarding began as my punishment. I had already killed someone. Later that year I was forced to kill one of my allies that was in red room. My final test was to kill all of my class mates before they could kill me. I did. I was congratulated and then made into a full -fledged assassin for red room. I left at age nineteen about three months before we met in South America. On my twentieth birthday three weeks after our meeting I found out I was pregnant. Then we met again and here we are." I say holding back tears.
"Nat, I'll tell you what my life story is because I trust you and you told me yours." Clint says wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He takes a deep breath and then begins.
"I was born and my mother died giving birth to me. My father beat the shit out of me from the moment I could feed myself. He blamed me for my mother's death. My older brother Barney was beat to but not nearly as bad. My father had a drinking problem and after he would beat us. When I was four he took a knife to me and carved into my arm. When Barney called 911 my father said that I had got ahold of a knife and cut myself. The police never suspected anything. I went to school and came home every day. You know what happened when I was fourteen. Later I was beaten so bad that I almost died and then I told someone at the hospital and then I was put into foster care. Barney and I didn't like foster care; it was almost as bad as home except the foster dad was never drunk. We ran away and joined a circus there. I ended up killing Barney after he tried to kill me and then I worked as a free-lance assassin as a year. That was when Coulson found me and recruited me." Clint finishes with his face hard and one of his fists clenched.
I hug him and move closer to him. We sit on the edge of the roof until the sun comes up.
BEEP
Clint looks at his phone.
"Fuck." He mutters looking at a text message.
"What?" I ask trying to decipher the code that it was sent in.
"I have a mission. Shouldn't take too long but I'll have to leave you here." He says turning off his phone.
"By myself?" Suddenly my nails are more interesting than looking at him.
"Yeah but don't worry I won't be too long. A week at most." He says giving me a gentle smile. We sit on the roof for a little longer than we go inside and I help him pack.
I watch as Clint opens the door and then right before it closes I shout,
"Clint!" I watch the door open again.
"Yeah Nat?" He asks popping his head through the door. Throwing all caution to the wind I rush over to him, grab his face, and kiss him full on the mouth. I hear the thud of his bag being dropped on the floor as he pulls me closer and places a hand on the back of my neck deepening the kiss. I feel the butterflies in my stomach rise up again and this time I don't push them away. Our lips move in synchronization.
Eventually I break off the kiss. We stand together with our foreheads touching sharing the same air.
"Stay safe Clint, I need you… WE need you." I say placing his hand on the roundness of my stomach.
"I promise." He says reluctantly pulling away from me and picking up his bags. With one last glance towards me he goes down the hallway and disappears from sight.
Okay so I decided the names. I want to see of you can guess the names.
Baby A- C.J.B
Baby B- R.M.B
Baby C- J.S.B
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