Natasha's Biggest Mistake (Clintasha)

5- I'll Be Fine

"No, we have none. No leads at all, except- we've never seen this person before." Fury said.

"That's gonna help a lot." Bruce said.

Everyone was startled by the door bursting open. "You called for me, mortals. I am here!" Thor pronounced as he walked in the room.

"Thor. How nice it is to see you." Fury stood up.

"What is it you need?" Thor asked.

"We have someone coming after our agents." Fury explained the problem to Thor. "We needed to assemble the avengers so that we could take this person down, only... we have no leads, nothing, so we can't exactly take down someone we know nothing about."

"That is true. What can I do to help?" Thor asked.

While Thor and Fury were talking, Natasha stared at the wall. Suddenly, she felt sick and looked at Clint for help, who looked at her and narrowed his eyebrows. Natasha blinked, feeling dizzy, then collapsed on the floor, seeing black.

Clint stood up and got down on the floor to help her. "Tasha!" he said, gently shaking her.

Everyone else came over to see what was going on.

"Is she okay?" Steve asked.

"Sort of." Clint replied, shaking her a little harder.

"What do you mean, sort of?" Tony said as he walked over to them.

"She'll be okay!" Clint said, getting annoyed.

Natasha woke up and immediately sat up. "What are you looking at?" she said at her team mates.

Bruce looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it was probably just something I ate. I'll be... I'll be fine..." she said, getting up and running out of the room.

"I don't think that's okay." Fury said.

Clint ran after Natasha, following her until stopping outside the ladies room. "Nat!"

Only silence came from inside the bathroom. A couple minutes later, Natasha walked out of the bathroom. "God," she sighed. "Why can't they leave me alone?"

"I'm sorry, Tasha." he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace.

"Thanks." she slowly pulled back.

"Hey, you might wanna be a bit more secretive about that." Tony said as he walked around the corner.

"Stark!" Natasha was startled.

"Listen, Romanoff, what's up with you? You got sick on the way here, you just passed out, and then I'm assuming you threw up just now..." Tony said.

"It's nothing, really, I think it's just food poisoning, or something." Natasha said.

Tony didn't buy it. "Sure."

"Listen, Stark, don't tell anyone about me getting sick on the way here, ple-" she was cut off.

"Hey, guys, Romanoff got sick in the car on the way here!" he yelled.

"That's it!" Natasha shoved him against the wall and put her arm across his throat.

"Romanoff... cut it... out..." he coughed.

"Nat!" Clint said, pulling her away from Tony. "What the hell is your problem, seriously?" he asked Stark, who was coughing.

"What's going on?" Steve asked as he, Bruce, Thor, and Fury came around the corner.

"Stark just... uh... made fun of Natasha." Clint said.

Natasha elbowed Clint in the ribs. "Yeah."

Fury looked at Tony. "Is that so. Romanoff, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." she said.

"Stark, why don't you go home and calm down a little. Romanoff, you should go home and get some rest. I don't want my agents to be sick." Fury said.

"Yes sir." Natasha looked at Clint, then turned and left.

Stark started to leave, but Fury stopped him. "Wait, Stark. Barton, go with Romanoff. Hey, you!" he yelled at a random agent walking by. "Give Barton and Romanoff rides home."

"Of course, Director." the agent said.

After the agent dropped Natasha and Clint off at Natasha's house, because Clint's car was there, they both went inside.

"Natasha, are you okay?" Clint asked her as Natasha sat on the couch.

"I will be. In five months after this baby is out of me." She joked.

"Speaking of the baby, we really need to tell everyone. Stark is starting to suspect something." Clint said.

"It'll be months before he gets what it actually is- but by then, everyone will know." Natasha laughed.

"When should we tell them?" Clint asked.

Natasha grinned. "I think we should let them figure it out."

"You're serious?" Clint asked.

"Of course. You know how fun that would be?" she said as Clint sat down on the couch next to her and wrapped his arm around her.

"Whatever." Clint laughed. "I guess so."

Natasha's grin disappeared. "Clint,"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I've ever said this in my entire life, but... I'm scared." she looked at his eyes.

Clint stroked her head and pulled her next to him. "You'll be fine. I'll be here every step of the way."

"You promise?" Natasha asked.

"I promise. Why would I leave? I love you." Clint said.

"I love you too." Natasha said.

Clint leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

There was a knock on the door. "Natasha?"

Natasha stood up and went to the door. She looked through the peephole. "It's Banner." she said quietly to Clint.

"I'll just tell him I was making sure you're okay." Clint said.

"Okay." she opened the door.

"Natasha, I need to... Barton. Hello." Banner saw Clint.

"Banner." Clint said.

"Listen, Romanoff, I need to talk to you. Without him. And what is he even doing here?" Bruce asked.

"He's just... Um..."

"Making sure she's okay." Clint finished.

"Yeah, I guess I just wanted to check up on you... Do you know what's wrong? Are you getting better?" Banner asked Natasha.

She was silent for a minute. "I know what's wrong... But I'm not getting better. Not for a while, anyways." Natasha said quietly to Bruce.

Banner was confused. "Look, if it's personal and you don't want to tell me that's fine. But if you need any medical help, just call me." And after that, he left.