Whoops! Sorry for the wait guys! I didn't realize it had been so long since I updated. Here's a short, fluffy chapter I wrote at 3am to hold you over.
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Natasha placed her laptop on the kitchen counter as she searched the cabinets for a pan. As the video call connected, she began chopping an assortment of vegetables. CALL FAILED popped up on the screen.
She growled to herself, "Dammit Clint."
After a minute, she clicked the retry button and padded over to the refrigerator. This time, he picked up on the second ring.
"Natasha?" he called when he was grated with an empty screen.
"I'm over here," she cried from off screen, returning in front of the camera with various ingredients and dumping them on the counter.
"Sorry I didn't pick up. I just got back from Ath- wait, are you… cooking?" He didn't try to hide the amused smile twitching at his lips.
Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, "Well with you gone all the time, how do you expect me to feed myself?"
"You usually just order takeout," he reminded her.
Her mouth tugged at the corners as she swirled olive oil into the pan.
"I'm bored," she admitted after a beat.
Clint chuckled and shook his head, "Maybe it's because you've been cooped up in Stark Tower for a week and a half."
"I've been cooped up- alone- in Stark Tower for a week and a half," she corrected, sliding the vegetables from the cutting board and into the sizzling pan, "How was Greece?"
"Complicated," he snorted, rubbing his forehead.
She furrowed her eyebrows and looked up from her cooking. That's when she noticed the bruise on his jaw and the gash on his temple. "What happened?"
"A bad storm," he rolled his eyes at the memory, "Kavos never went to point because the roads were flooded, so I had to improvise."
"And by improvise, you mean barging into his safehouse without backup to finish the job."
"Yeah, basically," he chuckled once as he brought a bottle of aspirin to his lips, swallowing a number of the red pills that landed in his mouth, "Mmm, but now there are seven less Greek mobsters running around. You're welcome."
Natasha barked a laugh as she ground pepper over the frying zucchini and squash, "I'll be able to sleep soundly tonight."
He smiled crookedly, the way only she can wrangle out of him. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," she shrugged, "The morning sickness has let up."
"Good-" a knock at his door cut his sentence short.
"Barton, you're wanted at the bridge," Natasha heard the muffled voice on the other side of his door call.
Clint sighed and turned back towards the screen. "Looks like I have work to do."
"Go," she nudged her head towards the door, "We'll talk when you get back."
He nodded. "I'll try to come home soon," he promised, giving her an apologetic look.
She smiled softly, "Be safe."
"I will," he smiled. And then the screen went black.
Natasha sighed to herself and shut her laptop. She glanced down at her dinner searing on the stove. Any other time in her life, she would have welcomed the solitude. But over the past few weeks, with Clint working assignment after assignment and the whole pregnancy situation, she had been feeling, for the first time in her life, lonely.
After a moment of deliberation, she reached over to her phone and pressed third speed dial.
"Hi Pepper, It's Natasha," she greeted when the other side picked up, "I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner?"
I've had the idea for a video call between Clint and Nat in my head for a while now and I finally got it down on paper. Sorry again for this chapter being so short. I have the next chapter in the works though and it should be up in the next couple of days.
The chapters titles are going to be to be following the weeks of her pregnancy now, so look out for that.
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