"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. I've been up anyway."

Clint kept on stroking her back soothingly, ignoring the stale smell from Natasha's sickness without even blinking. They had sat through worse conditions than a little nausea really.

"We still have that tea Angelina recommended you. I'll make you some if you like."

He leaned a little closer to kiss her shoulder, just as tenderly, lightly. He wished he could do more but from all - which wasn't much to be honest - he knew about all this, it was pretty clear that Natasha couldn't escape this inconvenience. He just could be there and support her every morning.

"Your body will get used to peanut in no time, I'm sure. And even if it takes a while, I'll be always here for you, okay?"