"You got it."

Clint wriggled his way out from under her carefully and made it to the bathroom, fortunately without letting the short dizziness from standing up show. In the morning he would have to throw in another oranges or two, whether he liked it or not, even if his stomach turned at the thought. This went on like that, he could soon join Natasha on her morning sickness trips, he thought with a slightly bitter frown. As soon as he was alone again, even if it was just to find that bucket Angelina used for water to wash the windows, things already began to weigh heavy on his mind. He hurried up a little more than necessary to get back to the bed.

That tightness in his throat got better as soon as he was back with Natasha, thankfully, setting that bucket down right next to her head end and than laying down on his back again. He patted his chest shortly, with hopefully the last exhausting feeling smile for the day. Though he doubted he would be sleeping really soon, at least he could help her find the needed calmness.

"My turn to be the pillow."