Natasha's Biggest Mistake (Clintasha)

7- Dinner Party

Natasha woke up with the need to puke. She ran to the bathroom, threw up, washed her face, then went back into the bedroom.

"Good morning, sunsh- holy crap." Clint said.

"What?" Natasha asked.

"Okay, so you know how you thought your baby bump was surprising yesterday? You should see it now. You truly have nothing to worry about." Clint said.

Natasha put her hand on her stomach and rushed to the mirror. Her mouth dropped open. Her bump was bigger, much bigger- it seemed like it even doubled in size. "Holy shit. It won't grow this much everyday, right?"

"I don't think so. I think it was just a little behind, so it wanted to show off a little bit." Clint joked.

"It wanted to show off? Are you kidding, Clint?" Natasha laughed.

She went back to the bed and laid down next to Clint.

"Okay, now everyone is definitely going to find out. If your stomach is that big..." Clint laughed.

"Oh, shut up." Natasha said.

At that moment, the phone rang. Natasha looked at Clint with puppy eyes, but in return, Clint said, "It's your house. Your phone."

Natasha scowled and lazily got up from the bed. She grabbed the phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Morning, Romanoff."

"Stark, what do you want? I'm pissed at you. I don't want to talk to you." Natasha said.

"I just wanted to let you know that Pepper and I are having a dinner party for the avengers. It's at five. And it's formal." Tony said.

"And we should come why?" Natasha asked.

"Because you guys are avengers. There's not really another reason." He said.

"Whatever. We might be there." Natasha said. "Bye." Then she hung up.

"What was that about?" Clint asked as Natasha came back into the bedroom.

"Stark and Pepper are having a dinner party for the team. Do you want to go?" Natasha asked and laid back down next to Clint.

"Sure, why not?" Clint said. "When is it?"

"Tonight at five. And I guess it's formal." Natasha said.

"Formal? Stark's making this thing formal?" Clint asked. "I guess I'll have to dig out the old tux and see if it fits."

"You have a tux?" Natasha burst out laughing.

"What's wrong with having a tux?" Clint asked.

"I just can't imagine you being the type to own a tuxedo." Natasha said.

"Okay. Do you have any dresses that... Fit?" Clint asked.

"That fit?" Natasha giggled. "Yeah, I got one yesterday. You didn't see it?"

"Guess not." Clint shrugged.

Clint spent the day watching a Star Wars marathon, while Natasha watched the first one, took a nap, then watched the last two.

At four o'clock, Natasha put on her dress. It was black, semi tight, and knee-length with straps that hung on the sides of her shoulders. She left her hair as it was, then put on a medium height pair of black heels.

By the time is was time to leave, Clint had his tuxedo on. "You ready?" He asked as Natasha walked out.

"Yeah. Do I look okay? Is the baby showing a lot?" Natasha asked.