Chapter 1
By: MysticFantasy
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Natasha was walking her normal pace but she felt like she was going slower than a snail or sloth. Luckily, she had forced the doctor into promising that only Fury could be the only other person to know of her condition or else his position would suddenly be available overnight.
She couldn't believe that she's pregnant. She was even more shocked to find out who the 'father' of the baby was.
Natasha wasn't sure if she wanted to tell the man that she was going to have his child because she didn't know what his reaction would be. Although she did have a good idea of what it might be.
But she would worry about that later. Right now, she had Fury to talk to about the whole situation. She knew that he was going to make her take it easy and part of her didn't want that.
But the other, stronger, part was telling her that she needed to put the life growing inside of her before anything else.
Natasha lightly sighed as she came to Fury's office.
She was just six weeks along and she knew that the rest of the time was just going to be chaotic.
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True to her belief, Fury had right away put Natasha on different roations. She stated that she could still carry out her normal duties but she soon agreed that she couldn't put the life of her child on the line because she wanted to prove that she could still do all of the things she could do before.
Fury had even asked her if she was going to tell the father that she's currently expecting. She only said that she would think about it and let him know.
And just like that, Natasha was on limited duty and during her last two months she would be on leave. She wouldn't be allowed back until two months after the baby would be born. An extra two weeks added onto normal maternity leave.
She was planning on staying on the Helicarrier as long as she could in hopes of avoiding the rest of the Avengers and the genetic baby daddy. She still wasn't sure if she was going to tell them and him.
She was very tempted to go to one of her hidden safe houses and stay there until she had her baby. But she couldn't stay away for that amount of time. It would bring up too many questions if she did something like that.
Besides, she was sure that they would find out what was wrong with her sooner or later. Someone, probably Coulson, would let something slip.
Because of that, Natasha was now faced with the choice of telling the father now or later. She knew it would be better to tell him right away but she still was hesitant to do it.
After all, he was the last person that she would be seen with.
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Natasha walked into the gym in time to see Clint being hauled straight up into the air.
"Have mercy!" The archer pleaded before he was tossed flat onto his back, the air completley knocked out of him.
"Excellent method, Steve." Natasha mused as the said captain used a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.
"Thank you." Steve said with a small smile as Clint groaned. "A move that favored by Phillips when some of the other soldiers were getting a little out of hand. Sent me in to show them manners."
"I bet it worked." Natasha said.
"I can vouch for that." Clint muttered as he crawled toward the edge of the ring and fell out.
"After you lick your wounds, meet me later. Got some information." Natasha said.
"When I can breath again." Clint muttered as he crawled away on all fours.
"Going on a mission?" Steve asked as he climbed out of the ring.
"Something like that. Details are a little...classified."
"Fury is coming up wiht the strangest things for us." Steve said.
Fury. Right. If only it were as simple as the director sending us on another stupid mission. Natasha thought.
"Well, whatever it is, good luck with it." Steve said.
"Thanks." Natasha said before the soldier made his way toward the locker room.
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"You're what?!" Clint shouted before getting punched on the arm.
"Keep it down!" Natasha ordered. "You're the only one beisdes Fury and the doctor that know about this and I want to keep it that way for a little while longer."
"How?" Clint asked as he rubbed his arm. "I thought you were the kind to not want kids."
"I got slipped something during my last physical." Natasha explained as she sat down.
"You got slipped something that got your pregnant?"
"Fury's looking into it right now."
"You're keeping the baby though. Right?"
"Of course I am." Natasha answered. "There's no way that I would do something like kill the baby before it's even born."
"Do...do you know who the 'father' is?" Clint asked a little nervously. He could only imagine how Natasha was feeling if she already knows who the father of her child is.
"Yes." she answered. "But I'm keeping that to myself for a while longer. At least until I can find the right time to tell him."
"Obviously it's not me."
"What makes you say that?"
"When you say you want to keep something quiet, you mean it. You know who the father is and want to keep his identity secret along with the fact that you're having his child. The only way that you would tell me would be if I wasn't the father."
"You're right." Natasha said with a little smirk. "You're not the father."
"But is he someone we know?" Clint asked a little eagerly.
"Maybe." Natasha answered.
"That's cruel, Nat." Clint said with a smirk.
"That's the Black Widow for you. Anyway, promise that you won't tell any of the others until I know for sure when I want to tell the father about this."
"I promise." Clint vowed. "Just promise that you'll tell me his reaction when you tell him."
"Alright." Natasha agreed. "But so much as a peep from you about this and you're going to be very sorry about it."
"Lady, I've seen what you do to men. Do you really think that I want to be on the recieving end of that?!"