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Mr and Mrs Barton - Part 4

Natasha:

She had to take the quick exit because some idiot decided to shoot up the place downstairs. Because of that idiot, the guards for her target decided to check up on him earlier than expected. It's hard to explain away a dead body, and so she had to get out by way of the window. Idiot.

Since things didn't go according to plan, she barely had time to make it home and throw on a sundress before Clint was entering the bedroom with a smile. He seems to almost always be happy around her, which just helps her cover all the better. A happily married couple with no kids, living in the suburbs is hardly the type that gets unwanted attention from the government.

"Solve the problem?" She asks Clint as she finishes fixing her hair. She's just going to have to make do with a bit of curls this time. The wind from the window escape basically ruined her straightening job from this morning.

He reaches past her for a tie. "Yeah. You know work. All kinds of last minute problems seem to come up." She's just grateful that he's as busy as she is in work. "Ready?"

Natasha is already leading the way out of their bedroom, "Course." They agreed to go to some neighborhood party thing earlier this week. It wouldn't work to not go. It would draw unwanted attention that she didn't want. Keeping her cover is the most important thing.

They get to the house that's throwing the party and split up. She joins the women in the living room while Clint takes off to join the men. Gossip. Gossip. Really boring. Really dull. But she has to keep her cover as a working woman who is happily married in the suburbs.

"Do you two still have sex?" Marian White, married to Joseph White, one teenage son, and lives three doors to the left of the Barton's had the guts to ask. Marian has always been a busy body these past five years.

Ellen Jones, married to a Sarah Little, and the mother of the infant that has been passed around for the past few minutes is the one to come to her defense. Not that Natasha needs it. "Really, Marian?" Sarah and Ellen are the new couple on the block, only moving in last year.

"I know I would be." Carol Reynolds pipes in, and Natasha is wondering how in the world she's going to get out of this one. There's a reason why she likes her job and knows that she'd go insane if this was her reality. Is this really all women talk about? Normal women? "He looks like he could satisfy all night long." Carol and her husband John had been having problems since Natasha and Clint moved in.

Hoping to bring an end to the conversation, and to ignore the knowing look from Marian. "He's my husband." Nat looks down to what Marian is looking at and notices that her fishnet tights were really noticeable where her dress had ride up her thigh. "When is the garden party?" She pulls the dress farther down, happy to call the attention away from her sex life.

It works for a while, and Nat is grateful. Grateful until Ellen passes the infant to her with a quick, "Hold him for a minute, I'll be right back." Nat doesn't know why she didn't pass the baby off to Sarah, but there the thing is in her hands.

It drools.

The baby is smiling and giggling, but she doesn't get any of these feelings of having one of her own. The only feeling Natasha has is that this thing smells weird.

"You're so good with him." Carol has to give her two cents. Natasha doesn't agree at all. What is she supposed to do with this thing?

She's never been so grateful for the graduation ceremony as she is at this moment. With her work, what would she do with an infant? Maybe have Clint take care of it. She definitely couldn't.

Clint:

"Uh oh." One of the men that Clint has gotten to faintly know, Brock he thinks, catches his attention with that sound. "Seems the stork may be coming to your house, buddy." Brock playfully punches Clint's shoulder, and it takes everything Clint has not to put the larger man through a wall.

The words catch up to his instincts, and his brain screams to a halt. "What?" He follows Brock's nod to where Nat is hold an infant up. The baby is kind of cute, but he didn't see.... Oh.

There's a reason why babies come in groups. He hasn't seen it, but he's heard rumors over the years about how women would start hearing the ticking of their biological clocks. Based on the look Nat was giving the baby... Uh oh.

"Good bye freedom." Brock gave another one of those should bumps, but Clint wasn't even paying attention.

If Nat wanted a baby... Well, he would give her anything she wanted. But a baby? The idea of being a father scared the crap out of him. He was afraid that he'd end up like his own.

Anyway, how could really take care of a child in his line of work? He guesses if Nat really wants one, they'll figure out. She would be able to take a lot better care of the kid than he ever could.

Also, he's been told more than once that he was just a child in an adult's body.

That reminds him. He needs to move the trip wire back at base. No one has tripped it yet.