Me and Clint were both sunbathing on the deck chairs. Pepper and Tony were both on their phones, probably arranging meetings (Pepper) and playing games (Tony), and Maria and Steve were sitting on the same deck chair talking to each other.

I opened my eyes and looked over at them.

"Does that remind you of us?" I asked Clint, reaching over for my glass of water.

He looked over and replied "Too much. They get more nervous around each other though."

"I think Cap's gentlemanliness has something to do with-"

I stopped mid sentence and ran towards the door leading to the top floor.

There was a bathroom right beside it and I just reached it in time before throwing up the contents of my stomach. Nice. I thought as I clung to the toilet seat.

Once I had finished, I wiped my mouth clean with some toilet roll and stood up.

I looked in the mirror. Thankfully none of my hair had been covered in sick. This made me not regret cutting it to a shorter length.

I flushed the toilet and then looked back at myself.

I breathed out deeply and washed my hands with water.

There was a knock at the door and I opened it. Instead of expecting Clint to see me, I saw Pepper.

"Hey I told Clint I would come and check on you. Are you okay?"

I smiled, looked in the mirror, began brushing my hair with my hands and said "Yeah, i'm fine. I think it was just the chicken that we ate earlier."

"Are you sure?" Pepper asked, more curious about the situation.

"Pepper. I'm fine." I said a bit more sternly than usual. I continued to look at the mirror and brush my hair.

"Natasha, i'm not sick from the chicken that we ate. Neither is anybody else."

"What are you trying to say Pepper?"

This curiosity had better have a point.

"Nat...have you...have you skipped a period at all?"

I carried my motions on until I came to realise the meaning behind her words.

My hand, which was originally up by my face, was now down by my side again.

The fact that I have missed a period doesn't matter.

"Pepper..." I began. "that's not the reason why-"

"There's a test in the drawer." she interrupted. "My suspicions may be wrong, but...there's no harm in knowing."

I nodded, but in my head I thought that there was always harm in knowing.

I completed the test and I was now waiting for the results.

Pepper had gone to tell the others that I was just recovering from the chicken I ate earlier.

I was pacing in the bathroom now. Why are all of Stark's rooms so big? I mean this is a bathroom and is the size of a normal bedroom.

Pepper's voice came through the door. "Natasha, i'm back. Can you let me in?"

I didn't realise that I was shaking slightly as I reached up to the door handle.

I gripped it firmly, not letting my emotions overrule me, and opened the door.

Pepper hurried in and said "I told them that I thought some of my pieces looked a bit undercooked and that I was sick as well."

I put my arms round her and whispered "Thank you."

She hugged me tighter and said "It's okay. Anything for a friend."

Friend. I'd never really had many friends before Barton. It was weird, yet comforting.

The electronic beep from the pregnancy test caught our attention. Stark owned the highest rank of technology. Well he did make most of it, but i'm sure pregnancy tests never sprang to mind when he was inventing. Certainly not before Pepper became his girlfriend and deleted his playboy status.

I took a deep breath and picked up the test.

Positive.

"Shit." I said, sitting down on a chair in the ridiculously big room and looked down at the ridiculously white floor.

"What...it's negative?" Pepper guessed.

"No. Positive. That's a bad thing, not a good thing."

Pepper shook her head and crouched down to my level.

"Natasha, you need to tell Barton and deal with it from there."

I brought up my head. "No! He can't find out about this. He mustn't know about it. I'm not exactly motherly and he doesn't want a child with me. My genes are filled with...with lies and deceit and...and death. Why would his child want that?"

"Don't you understand? He wants to be with you no matter what and you know that he loves children. He doesn't want to be with anyone but you. As for motherly, you look after the other Avengers pretty well when I'm not here."

I laughed slightly, but then shook away my happiness.

"Look," Pepper continued. "You don't have to tell him now, but he has a right to know. He is the father after all."

"I know. I know. I just...I can't right now."

Pepper nodded and said "Okay."

After a minute of silence, mulling over the situation, we stood up and went back outside.

I forced a smile onto my face and returned back to where Clint was sitting.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Pepper said it was food poisoning."

"It was, but i'm feeling much better now that I have puked my guts out."

"Good. Not about that puking your guts about, but i'm happy you're feeling better. I'm always here for you if you need me Tasha."

I smiled, put my sunglasses back on and leant back down on the chair.

How was I meant to tell him? We can't have a child! Imagine growing up with all the Avengers around. It would be chaos.

I breathed out and absentmindedly put my hands to my stomach feeling where the little bump was. It was only small and no one else would be able to see it, but me.

I quickly withdrew my hands and shook my head, going back to my sunbathing state.

Later that night

"Dinner is served." Clint said smiling and placing the last plate on my placemat.

Thank you's were heard all around the table.

"You know, I really do love vegetable samosa's. Even better when they're made by you Clint." Maria said after swallowing a bite.

Conversation flowed very nicely from that point onwards, until I felt my stomach playing up again.

I looked over at Pepper for some kind of help, anything, but she was too interested in talking about the multiple dishes that JARVIS makes that are better than any cook.

If I don't leave I am going to throw up on the table, but if I speak the result will be the same.

A growl from my stomach interrupted my thoughts and I found myself sprinting to the bathroom.

In the midst of throwing up, I felt a soothing hand on my back.

Crap. I didn't lock the door.

I reached up to pull the chain, but another hand pulled mine back and flushed it for me.

I looked up and saw Clint beside me.

"When did you find out?" he said simply.

He can't know about anything.

"What do you mean Clint?"

"You're pregnant." he stated as a fact, not a question.

I breathed quickly and shuffled backwards a bit leaning against one of the two baths in the room. Two? Seriously?

"Did Pepper tell you?"

He replied "No, I found out when you came back from the bathroom."

"But..but how did you find out?"

"You're stomach. Eyes of a hawk remember. That and a few minutes later you were rubbing your it."

He knew, but he wasn't really showing any emotions with his words.

"And...what do you think?"

He stared at me, his eyes filled with the emotion, and said "Natasha, I love you. And there's no one else that I would rather have this baby with. I want us to keep it, but...it's up to you."

He looked down at the floor and I thought I do want this. I don't care whether my body swells up to the size of an elephant, I want this.

"Yes."

He looked up. "Yes as in...?"

"Yes as in...We're going to have a baby."

We both broke into a smile and kissed each other on the lips quickly, only to be broken apart by the loud clapping behind the door.

I looked up and saw the others, smiles gracing their faces, huddled around the door.

"So sweet." Pepper said.

"They are going to have their own Blackhawk child." Tony said, but then his face went serious. "No pooping in the living room."

Hope you liked this chapter. I think I am going to have a couple more and then stop, because I really want to do the Captain Hill one and I might continue this story as well, but after Captain Hill! :)