Natasha's Biggest Mistake (Clintasha)

4- We Have No Leads

Natasha woke up with someone holding her hand. She quickly jerked it away.

"What was that for?"

Natasha rolled over to see Clint laying there. "Holy crap. I'm sorry. Reflexes."

"I know." He said. "I thought you would do that."

Natasha laughed.

"Hey, listen, you want some breakfast? I'll go make some eggs or-" Clint started.

"Eggs? Hell no. Get me some strawberries." Natasha said, sitting up.

"But, Nat, you hate strawberries." Clint said.

"No, I don't. Are you crazy?" Natasha asked.

"I must be." He said, then stood up and got dressed. He walked out of the room, then out of the house, and into his car. He reassuringly told himself as he started the car, "It's just the cravings..."

Natasha got up from the bed, then got some black pants from her dresser and a white blouse from her closet. She stood in front of the mirror as she stripped down into her bra and underwear. After she put the jeans on, she stared in the mirror at her barely flat stomach. She turned sideways and put a hand on it.

"There's a baby in there," she said, amazed. "It's going to get bigger and bigger and then it'll come into the world. It'll grow up and live, then maybe become a parent- I could have grand kids! It might know me, or it might never know me. This baby will be my daughter or my son, I will love it even if I give it away or not." Natasha gently rubbed her stomach and grinned. "Weird." She put her shirt on and then walked out into her living room. She turned on the tv and looked for something good to watch. She found a news channel, which she watched until Clint got back.

He opened the door, carrying a plastic bag in one hand and his car keys in the other. "I got your damn strawberries."

"Thanks, Clint, it means a lot..." She said.

Clint obviously was not happy. "Uh huh."

"Sorry you had to go all the way to the store to get some dumb fruit." Natasha said sincerely.

"Anything for you, Nat." He said sarcastically.

"Clint, this baby is going to live. I've decided this."

Clint looked at her. "And you're sure?"

"Absolutely. I know, I'm an assassin. I kill people, but I'm not going to take an innocent life just because I can't take care of it." Natasha said.

"Good decision." Clint said. "And do you know if you want to keep the baby, or...?"

"Now that, I haven't decided. But right now it looks like I'm going to... Give it away." She said.

Clint nodded. "Now, these strawberries, do you want them, or not?"

"Those I need." Natasha grabbed them and opened the box. She took one out of the box and ate it, then threw the stem at Clint. "Thanks," she said as she carried the box into the kitchen. Natasha ate a few more strawberries, then put the box in the fridge.

"So... Based on when we... Well, you know... You're about four months along. Right?" Clint said.

"Correct." Natasha said, sitting down carelessly on the sofa.

"Should we, like, tell the team? And Fury?" Clint asked.

"Oh no... Fury." Natasha groaned.

"What?"

"I told him I wasn't going to get pregnant. And look what happened." She said.

"He'll just have to get over it." Clint said.