Natasha winced slightly herself when Clint did, but he soon reassured her he was okay, and not just with the pain. He held onto her hand, kept his lips pressed to her skin, and she was able to get the words out, the words she had been afraid to tell him. He said he would stand by her no matter what, but since he wouldn’t give his opinion on any of this she couldn’t judge which would be easier to live with to him.

The way he turned and pulled her into his arms, the way he looked into her eyes... she knew this was what he had been hoping for. He didn’t want to get rid of it, and the thought of losing it scared him as well, she could tell by the tremble that coursed through him, but he wanted to try. He wanted to take that risk with her.

Her arms moved around him and for a moment she forgot how to breathe. They were really talking about this, about having a baby, about raising a child together. It felt like a dream, this couldn’t actually be real, could it? Strike Team Delta, Hawkeye and the Black Widow, raising a child, their child?

She let out a choked noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “We’re really going to do this,” she said in disbelief, though the beginnings of a smile curved her lips. She was absolutely terrified of every option, but she didn’t feel like she was falling apart anymore. That must mean she had made the best decision, right?