This was becoming so absurd that Clint now actually had to laugh, a dry, quiet chuckle, but it was better than nothing.

"Well, at least we're stupid together."

He pressed a few small, soft kisses to Natasha's neck and ran his fingertips gently through her hair, ever so softly, bringing a little order back both to her curls and hopefully into her troubled soul. They wouldn't stop going crazy about all this anytime soon, not until the pregnancy had progressed somewhat further, hopefully without problems. But instead of both freaking out, they should at least try help the partner in such a situation.

"We'll do better next time."

Another long kiss to her shoulder, then he softly guided her back to look at him, his smile.

"Peanut is fine, and you are too, right? We're getting this done. We're the best at what we do, remember?"