Clint was quick to agree, to offer to get the ball
rolling as soon as possible, but Natasha could detect a note of hesitation
there. She ignored it. “Thank you,” she said, accepting the offer.
They should probably tell Fury, let S.H.I.E.L.D.
handle it in their proper medical facilities with all their state of the art
equipment, but she didn’t want them to know, at least not until her annual
physical, but even then any physical signs of the procedure would probably be
hard to discern from those left by previous traumas. No, they could take care of it here, maybe
even within a few days, and then she could recover before even going back.
And ruin one more location in the world
for him. There aren’t that many
left.
Why here? Why now? They had been so happy,
had been making some real breakthroughs that she thought they could take back
with them, some changes that would make their lives better and only strengthen
their relationship, but now…
Startled by the sudden noise of distress, she
looked over at Clint again as he buried his face in his hands. No, please no, she
silently begged him. She could be strong
if he was strong, if they could look at this clinically and leave their emotions
out of it. It was a mistake, something
that should never have happened, and they would be righting that mistake. She should never have been able to conceive
in the first place, that was true, but carrying the baby to term would take a
miracle. And why was she even
considering it? They had both agreed
that they didn’t want children. Clint
didn’t want to be a father, and Natasha… it had always been
a moot point, so why waste time thinking about it?
She saw his shoulders tremble and she was torn between
comforting him and pulling up a cold exterior. Fortunately the former won out. “We’ll
get through this,” she said softly, laying her hand on his shoulder and rubbing
it gently. “I’m otherwise healthy so
there should be no further issues.” She
knew that wasn’t the problem, though, but it was the one she could easily
reassure him of.
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Date: 2014-06-09 02:20 pm (UTC)From:Clint was quick to agree, to offer to get the ball rolling as soon as possible, but Natasha could detect a note of hesitation there. She ignored it. “Thank you,” she said, accepting the offer.
They should probably tell Fury, let S.H.I.E.L.D. handle it in their proper medical facilities with all their state of the art equipment, but she didn’t want them to know, at least not until her annual physical, but even then any physical signs of the procedure would probably be hard to discern from those left by previous traumas. No, they could take care of it here, maybe even within a few days, and then she could recover before even going back.
And ruin one more location in the world for him. There aren’t that many left.
Why here? Why now? They had been so happy, had been making some real breakthroughs that she thought they could take back with them, some changes that would make their lives better and only strengthen their relationship, but now…
Startled by the sudden noise of distress, she looked over at Clint again as he buried his face in his hands. No, please no, she silently begged him. She could be strong if he was strong, if they could look at this clinically and leave their emotions out of it. It was a mistake, something that should never have happened, and they would be righting that mistake. She should never have been able to conceive in the first place, that was true, but carrying the baby to term would take a miracle. And why was she even considering it? They had both agreed that they didn’t want children. Clint didn’t want to be a father, and Natasha… it had always been a moot point, so why waste time thinking about it?
She saw his shoulders tremble and she was torn between comforting him and pulling up a cold exterior. Fortunately the former won out. “We’ll get through this,” she said softly, laying her hand on his shoulder and rubbing it gently. “I’m otherwise healthy so there should be no further issues.” She knew that wasn’t the problem, though, but it was the one she could easily reassure him of.