After Clint had stopped fighting the overpowering exhaustion, telling himself there would be enough time to look at Natasha again tomorrow, he was out pretty deeply soon.
First that dreaded feeling of fear and unease wanted to come back when he waded through some blurry dream and started to hear this creepy faint crying of a baby again. But when he got closer, determined to find out what the hell he was seeing and remembering there every night, he didn't spot some strangers or long lost faces of a mission that had gone downhill.
He saw Natasha. She looked very young and very sweet with her hair in a bun and round, rosy cheeks. She didn't see him, she was all busy smiling at the baby in her arms. When she held it to her chest, it stopped crying immediately.
Clint couldn't help but smile too and hurried to get closer. He wanted to take a closer look, he wanted to meet the child - his baby - see how it looked and if it was a boy or a girl, if it was as beautiful as his mother... He didn't reach Natasha before the dream faded to nothingness and he couldn't help but feeling disappointed when he started awake. Then he remembered, he just had to wait a few months before meeting this baby - if everything went well - and he smiled again.
It still was all too much to comprehend, but he preferred a dream like that over that other shit gladly. Very carefully, to not wake Natasha, he leaned over her and touched her belly, just with two gently caressing fingertips, and left a kiss there. He was too sleepy to worry right now, to think about everything that could go wrong or how they would handle it. Just for a little while, he wanted to enjoy that he could think of this whole thing without fear, just with anticipation. The next morning would come soon enough.
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After Clint had stopped fighting the overpowering exhaustion, telling himself there would be enough time to look at Natasha again tomorrow, he was out pretty deeply soon.
First that dreaded feeling of fear and unease wanted to come back when he waded through some blurry dream and started to hear this creepy faint crying of a baby again. But when he got closer, determined to find out what the hell he was seeing and remembering there every night, he didn't spot some strangers or long lost faces of a mission that had gone downhill.
He saw Natasha. She looked very young and very sweet with her hair in a bun and round, rosy cheeks. She didn't see him, she was all busy smiling at the baby in her arms. When she held it to her chest, it stopped crying immediately.
Clint couldn't help but smile too and hurried to get closer. He wanted to take a closer look, he wanted to meet the child - his baby - see how it looked and if it was a boy or a girl, if it was as beautiful as his mother... He didn't reach Natasha before the dream faded to nothingness and he couldn't help but feeling disappointed when he started awake. Then he remembered, he just had to wait a few months before meeting this baby - if everything went well - and he smiled again.
It still was all too much to comprehend, but he preferred a dream like that over that other shit gladly. Very carefully, to not wake Natasha, he leaned over her and touched her belly, just with two gently caressing fingertips, and left a kiss there. He was too sleepy to worry right now, to think about everything that could go wrong or how they would handle it. Just for a little while, he wanted to enjoy that he could think of this whole thing without fear, just with anticipation. The next morning would come soon enough.