It Just Happened

Clint Barton

Day 1: Clint Barton

The hour was up and I was finally in Russia again, the hotel I was old and musty and I couldn't help but smile a little realizing it was basically the same motel I stayed in with Steve 5 months ago. Even the lady at the front desk reminded of the  lady who gave us the room. Both having long grey hair and purple glasses that rested upon the nose. I must have not realize the lady asking me questions.

"Excuse me miss." she kept repeating. I looked up and made eye tact with her. "You can upgrade to a big bed if need too." pointing out the obvious with my stomach. "Oh a yeah thanks." I might as well make myself as comfortable as I can. Who knows how the mission will turn out?

***Stark Tower***

***Marias POV***

I was still in Natasha's room cleaning up and setting up a few things for when Natasha returns when there was a loud bang on the door.

"Natasha i know you're in there, open up! He yelled.

"Shit" I said to myself. I didn't know whether to up the door or not.

"You called me so I know your here." he said again.

She called him, why would she call him. Still not moving from my position he yelled again. "I swear to god Natasha, if you don't open this damn door I will kick it down."

What got him so mad? What did she say to him? Does he know?

"I just want to help." he said more calming now "please"

I shouldn't have opened the door but I did and the man standing in front of me was not Clint at least not the Clint I know. He was drunk very drunk, he reeked of alcohol he had bruised eye and blood dripping down his forehead. He must have been slumped against my door because I opened it he almost fell in.

"Clint oh my god what happened to you." I said pulling him inside, completely forgetting about the whole Natasha thing.

I tried pulling him into the bathroom to clean up, but he pulled away.

"I'm just trying to help you." I said trying to calm him down.

He walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel and wetted it then he reached up to his faces and started scrubbing, his back still against me he spit out what looked like a couch drop. Then turned around and was completely clean, no bruise, no blood, nothing, he didn't even smell like booze anymore. I looked at him in shock.

He chuckled to himself. "I knew you wouldn't open the door for me so I had to compromise, which included makeup and that thing." he said pointing towards the sink.

"What do you want" I sternly said.

"I know Natasha's not here so do you want to tell me why the hell she's on a mission instead."

"I don't know what you're talking about." as much as I am a good spy, I know that he knows the truth.

"Bullshit. She called me I tracked her phone, and with my knowledge she was on a plane heading to Russia. And considering you've been hiding with her for god knows how long, you know exactly where she is and what she's doing."

The next part I did not mean to say out loud if anything I didn't mean to say it ever, but sadly it kind of just slipped out. "Listen I told her not to go, okay I begged her not to go, but she had her head set on it she wanted to make everything better even if I meant risking her life and the babies." the word just slipped out.

He looked at me, his anger gone. He looked sad not really shocked but just sad.

"What." he took a step back, placing his hand on the corner of the bed. He was in disbelief.

"She was going to tell you."

He shook his head. I was trying to comfort him but he only pushed me away.

"How... how long is she." he simply said.

There was no point in trying to hide it anymore. "5 months."

He gasped a little almost looking like he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry she wanted to tell you I promise, she just... She just didn't know how to. She was scared. "

He nodded his head like he was taking in every piece of information. "Steve"

I looked at him in question.

"Steve is the father right?"

I nodded my head in agreement.

"Did she know all this long." I know what he meant. I know he knew that since that mission Natasha and Steve went on that she knew she was pregnant.

"You know the answer to that" I simply said. "I'm pretty sure you know every answers to all your questions you just don't want them to be true."

He still looked sad but he seemed to snap out of it very quickly it once again turned back to anger. He got up and walked over to the desk sitting beside the TV, he threw his fist down in frustration "damn it, DAMN IT, why wouldn't she tell me, in her best friend, in... She's my... My family." he slowly finished.

I looked down there wasn't much for me to say, it's not like Natasha really talked to me.

He walked over to the bed and slumped down next to it, he laid his head down into his lap. I walked over to him and sat next to him as well I put my hand on his knee, and said "We will work this out. We have too."