The doctor was good, she had to give him that. When Natasha’s demeanour changed he didn’t even flinch, he just gave her the facts in a normal, factual tone unhindered by her questions nor what he had seen during the examination. He didn’t ask what had happened to her, didn’t ask about the extent of her trauma. Calm, cool, and completely professional. She liked him.

This raised more questions than not, and not even just about the pregnancy. The Red Room had tried to make her sterile and had nearly succeeded, but they had not made her body the wasteland they had assumed, or had that been a lie? Not surprising coming from them. What was surprising was S.H.I.E.L.D. Had they lied? Or had they simply never checked her that thoroughly? If they believed her never able to conceive then what did it matter if she could carry a child or not?

Brushing these thoughts away she finally squeezed Clint’s hand before pulling her own free. “Thank you, doctor, for seeing us so quickly,” she said, extending her hand for him to shake. “Clint, let’s go.”

Getting to her feet and ignoring that dizziness again, she purposefully left her empty tea mug behind as she led him from the room. Once outside she conveniently remembered and asked Clint to go clear everything up at the front desk while she grabbed it. It wasn’t long before she rejoined him.