"Our baby", Clint repeated just as softly, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek and keep her gaze. To let her see, he knew about her fears that came so easily through, even in a moment of tenderness and anticipation. And that he shared them equally.
"We'll get used to it together. We'll make it through this together, no matter what comes."
He had told her countless times before but this was something he couldn't say too often. Natasha needed this security, especially if the thing they both feared most would happen after all. He needed it. He was used to gambling and losing, alright, but this thing... This was bigger than any of them had done before.
He intertwined his fingers with hers, his thumb brushing gentle circles over her belly, and kissed her forehead every so tenderly. Nothing but good faith and the hope for fool's luck right now, maybe. But how often had that luck gotten them out of shitty situations?
"I believe in us, you know", he murmured. "And I want to believe in this. We'll be fine, Nat, I promise."
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Date: 2014-06-27 06:13 am (UTC)From:"We'll get used to it together. We'll make it through this together, no matter what comes."
He had told her countless times before but this was something he couldn't say too often. Natasha needed this security, especially if the thing they both feared most would happen after all. He needed it. He was used to gambling and losing, alright, but this thing... This was bigger than any of them had done before.
He intertwined his fingers with hers, his thumb brushing gentle circles over her belly, and kissed her forehead every so tenderly. Nothing but good faith and the hope for fool's luck right now, maybe. But how often had that luck gotten them out of shitty situations?
"I believe in us, you know", he murmured. "And I want to believe in this. We'll be fine, Nat, I promise."