Clint ran back down the hallway to tell the others what was going on, Tony and Pepper weren't there but he excitedly shared the news; noting the relief and shock on each of their faces. He hugged each of his children before running to his wife's side.

It had been over an hour since Isaac had been born and nothing seemed to be progressing other than the intensity of the contractions.

"Ideally the second baby would be born within 45 minutes of the first; second twins are much more at risk of complications so we really need this baby to be born now" the doctor informed them

Natasha was exhausted; it had been a long and painful labour. She hadn't been expecting to give birth this soon, she hadn't been expecting twins, and the doctor was getting on her nerves.

"You're doing great Tasha" Clint encouraged. The doctor's words had scared him, and he was sure she'd worried Nat to.

"This isn't working, I'm going to go book a cesarean section; we need this baby out now"

Natasha threw her head back onto the pillow; she was frustrated and felt defeated.

"It's okay Nat; it's all going to be okay"
She knew he was bluffing, he didn't know that it'd be alright.

"All the operating theaters are in use, so we need you to keep going. We're next on the list but it may be another hour until we can get you in theater. Really, that's way too long to wait so we really need you get through this okay?"
Natasha nodded with renewed determination

Jane, Darcy and Steve had taken the kids to get some food from the canteen a few floors down. They were getting impatient now. They wanted to see their mom and baby brother. They wanted to know what was going on with the second baby, they had lots of questions but no one had any answers.
Thor and Steve had offered to take them down the road to the park but they'd all refused to leave.

It had been almost another half an hour and still nothing had happened.

"I'm going to give you some medication to try and speed things up a bit" the doctor informed her

"Why didn't you try that earlier?" Clint asked, getting agitated

"It increases the contraction rate and intensity, I was hoping to avoid using it but the baby is becoming distressed and there's no sign of an OR opening up anytime soon. I'm not going to lie; this is going to hurt like hell" she told Natasha, before adding the medication to the IV drip.

She wasn't lying.

If the contractions were painful before, they were nothing to what they felt like now. The pain took her breath away and she found it difficult to breathe. She could focus on nothing but the pain; she knew Clint and Dr. Halloway were talking to her but the words weren't getting through. Her vision blurred as she forced her eyes open.

Two hours and 45 minutes after Isaac had been born; his sister entered the world.

Clint cradled Natasha in his arms, whispering to her how well she'd done, that he was so proud and that it was all over.
She was barely conscious; the hours of painful labour had really taken it out of her.

Clint suddenly realised he hadn't heard the baby cry, the doctor was in the corner of the room pressing lightly on her chest; trying to resuscitate her.

The labour had gone on far too long for both mother and baby

Clint watched helplessly as the doctor tried desperately to get his daughter to take a breath, he felt Natasha suddenly go limp in his arms as she collapsed.

"Agent Barton? Agent Barton!"

He looked up to the doctor; finally realising she was speaking to him

"I need you to press that button by the side of the bed"

He fumbled at the war and as he found it; he heard the alarm wail

Pepper, Jane, Thor and Bruce had taken the kids home, it was almost midnight and Alexis, Cecelia, Jacob and Oliver had all fallen asleep in the waiting room. Evie had insisted on staying. Elijah and Henry helped with carrying their younger sisters out to the car after agreeing to go home as long as Evie phone them when she had some news.

Steve, Tony and Darcy waited with Evie. They got her a hot chocolate from the vending machine and Darcy took her down the hall to see Isaac in the NICU. She stared at him wonder as she watched his tiny chest rise and fall.

"He's so tiny"

"He was early; he wasn't fully grown when he was born"

"Is that why he has the tube? To help him breathe?"

"Yeah, but hopefully he won't need it long. The nurse said he's doing great"

Evie smiled up at Darcy, but they were both startled when they heard the alarm go off down the hallway.

A rush of medical personnel crowded into the room and Dr. Halloway started shouting instructions;

"She needs a shot of Anti-D and an infusion of adrenalin to counteract the oxytocin. I need the pediatric doctor paging stat"

20 minutes later Natasha came around; she was groggy but she would be fine.

"Clint?"

"Tasha" he smiled at her, relieved she was okay

"Clint, what happened? Where's the baby?"

"Isaac is doing great; he's in the NICU and they let Evie hold him. We had a daughter too Nat; she's so tiny. She wasn't breathing when she was born but she's okay now"

"You're sure?"

"I promise"

"Have you been to see them?"

"Not yet, I needed to make sure you were okay first"

She smiled tiredly up at him; "You should go see them, take some pictures for me"

"We've got some, Darcy has been down there with Eve; look"

Clint dug out his phone and handed it to Natasha. Her face lit up as she flicked through the photos of her two tiny babies. They were so small, especially their daughter.

"You know what this means?" she asked Clint who was peering at the photos too

"What?"

"We need another name"

"Yeah, yeah we do"
They hadn't even considered girls names; they'd been told they were having a boy, one boy.

A few hours later Clint wondered down the corridor to the NICU. He watched through the window as Evie sat and cradled her baby brother. Steve was knelt by her side saying something Clint couldn't hear. Darcy had collapsed on the chairs just outside the NICU and was flat out; she'd refused to go home until she knew Natasha and the baby were okay.

Tony appeared by Clint's side; "you guys have enough now?"

"Yeah, I don't think we'll be in any rush for another anytime soon"

"You already have more than you bargained for! How's Nat doing?"

"She's okay; she's sleeping at the moment"

"That was another close call. You guys can't do anything straightforward can you? ...I just wanted to say thanks as well, for giving your son my name. It means a lot"

Clint smiled over at his friend, taking his eyes off his children for the first time since he'd arrived. He knew how much it meant to him, he also knew how hard it was for him to admit that

"It was Tasha's idea. She wanted you to know how thankful we are for everything you've done" Tony blushed slightly as he nodded.

"You guys want me to leave?" Darcy asked, waking up from her nap

"No, but I do want to ask you something" Clint said, sitting down beside her now her feet were off the adjacent seat. "Me and Natasha have come up with a name for our daughter, we want to know what you think; 'Clara Darcy Barton'?"

"Really?"
Clint nodded, smiling at her reaction

"Aw you guys! I love it" she gushed. Tony smiled from beside her.

Clint hugged Darcy tightly, taking her slightly by surprise.
"I just wanted to tell you how thankful I am for being there for Natasha when I couldn't be"

"Don't sweat it, can I go see Tasha?"

"She was asleep, but she'll probably be awake by now"

"Awesome, later guys!" she said, skipping off down the hallway.

Darcy knocked on the door before opening it and peering in. Natasha was lay on the bed flicking through the photos on Clint's phone.

"Hey Nat, how you feeling?"

"Barely human"

"You want anything to eat or drink?"

"Clint's got me covered, thanks" she said, gesturing to a bottle of water and blueberry muffin which Clint had brought her

Darcy went over and sat on the side of the bed
"They're beautiful Nat"

Natasha smiled, she had barely seen her son, and hadn't seen her daughter at all other than the pictures Darcy had taken

"Darce, thank you for-"

"Not a problem Nat, you've saved the world, least I could was give you a lift!"

"Would you be godmother to the double trouble?"

"I better be! I mean you did name one after me" she smiled proudly

"Clint told you huh?"

"Yeah, he seemed a bit excited"

Natasha laughed, that was totally like Clint.

"Are you gonna go down and see them?"

"As soon as I can" she gestured to the wires and monitors strapped to her. They still had some concerns Natasha would collapse again.

"Forget all that. You unplug it all, I'll go steal a wheelchair and we can go see them now"
Natasha smiled; she'd suggested the exact same thing until Clint had shot her down.

Darcy wheeled her into the NICU, Clint was so preoccupied with watching the twins that he didn't notice until Evie shouted "mom!" and ran over to her, throwing herself into Natasha's arms.
He glared at her, before smiling. He went over to help her stand and walked with her back to the incubator Clara was asleep in, the nurses had put Isaac in beside her and the two tiny babies slept soundly; side by side.

"Look what we did Nat" Clint whispered proudly, as Evie jpoined them, sliding her hand into Natasha's.