She watched Clint until he disappeared into the beautiful blue-green sea then settled her head back down on her arms and closed her eyes. For a long time she just listened to the sounds around her; people talking, children laughing, waves crashing in the distance. It was so peaceful here, yet also so full of life. New York was always teaming with people, but everyone was always in such a rush to get everywhere. Here they took their time, enjoyed themselves. It was definitely the sort of place one could settle down in and raise a family.

Could she ever be one of those people, though? Could she ever really settle down?

This was crazy, the very idea of the two of them raising a child was completely insane, but what other choice did they have? She couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to give it up once she had it either. More than that there was a part of her that wanted it. Despite everything, despite knowing that the idea was nuts and it would never work, she still wanted it, this little piece of her and Clint that was growing inside of her.

Rolling over onto her back, Natasha rubbed her hand over her stomach, raising her head to inspect the slight roundness that had recently formed. She had no idea how to deal with children, could barely even remember her own mother, so how did she really expect to be a mother herself?

You won’t have to do this alone, she reminded herself, not that Clint’s childhood made him a better candidate or anything. Together, though, they had always been able to accomplish anything, and she had to hope that this would be the same. It would be a struggle, and she had no idea what would happen with S.H.I.E.L.D., but they could do this, the both of them. They had to.

“For a ‘miracle’ you really are throwing a wrench into everything,” she said quietly, the softest of smile curving her lips.