Clintasha One Shots

Baby Names

A/N: I know it took a while, but it's finally here! I actually took a short holiday with my family, so uploading was tricky, but it's here now! I hope you guys like this part, please remember to recommend, comment and vote!

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~ Sam xx

                  
(Oh, and also, I've decided I'd like to start taking requests, so if you have any Clintasha related one shot requests then please don't be afraid to ask!)

Quiet. The hospital room is quiet. Tasha is exhausted; her weak body enveloped in the white hospital covers. I smile, an immense sense of pride overcoming me, she was extremely brave today, I couldn't be more proud. Her shoulder has been plastered in bandages, her wounds stitched up and cleaned, the bullets removed. I can't help but feel responsible for her injuries, but I know she'd punch me if she knew I felt this way.

I look up at the ceiling, a grey fan spinning above me. "What are you thinking about?" A frail voice speaks from the other side of the room.

I look towards the bed to see Tasha now sitting up, a small smile on her face. "How are you?" I question, standing up and moving over to her bedside.

"Answer the question." Tasha orders shortly, switching on the bedside lamp, lighting up her pale skin. I don't answer; instead I pass her a glass of water which she takes reluctantly. "Clint, don't feel guilty, it's nobody's fault." Her voice is calm and tranquil, making me feel slightly better about my guilt. "If we have to blame someone, we can blame Steve!" Tasha laughs, drinking the water and placing it back down. She's right.

Tasha and Steve were at target practise, shooting at cardboard cut-outs. They got super competitive (no surprise there), and Steve may have accidently shot Tasha in the shoulder, accidentally. I burst into the room with some important news, therefore distracting the easily confused Steve, who then proceeded to pull the trigger whilst aiming at Tasha. He needs glasses. 

"He feels awful." I point out, absentmindedly fiddling with the loose thread hanging off of the blanket.

"And so he should! It's okay, I'm fine." Tasha smiles. She's not lying, she is fine, and she's been through worse.

"You should sleep." I order, turning off the light and wrapping the blanket gently around her shoulders.

Natasha shakes her head, switching back on the light. "No. I can't. Let's talk."

I yawn, pulling over a chair and collapsing into it. I'm knackered. "What about?"

"Baby names!" Tasha shrieks excitedly. Natasha and I have decided to take early retirement from S.H.I.E.L.D, we've managed to get jobs within Stark Industries. We're going to adopt in June. We've decided to adopt a baby, we want to be able to spend as much time with our son or daughter, so decided adopting a baby would make the most sense.

I sit up, a grin plastered on my face. "Okay!"

I can see Natasha thinking, the cogs in her brain whirring. "Hmmm, if it's a boy, I'm thinking Levi or Ashton." Tasha announces.

"What about Clancy or Nathan."

Tasha shakes her head at this and grimaces, "No, definitely not Clancy... How about Jamie!"

"James?" I question.

"Mmhmm, but Jamie for short!" She sounds so excited, making me immediately feel more excited myself. When Tasha's sad, I'm sad, when she's stressed, I'm stressed, but when she's happy, I'm the happiest man alive.

"It won't necessarily be a boy." I comment, stretching out my arms and cracking my knuckles.

"Ugh Clint, I wish you wouldn't do that." Natasha groans, pointing at my knuckles. She concentrates for  few seconds before blurting out, "Kimmy! Kimmy or Quin, or maybe... Nellie! Yes, Nellie!" Tasha shouts, grabbing a tissue from her bedside and a pen, and scribbling the names down messily.

"Nellie Barton... Hmmm... I like that!" I grin, gently pulling Tasha in for a quick hug. "Jamie and Nellie Barton..." I say the two names to myself once more. Jamie and Nellie, perfect.

(A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN!)