Natasha didn't steer for a while and breathed calmer, deeper, so Clint assumed, she was getting better and allowed himself to drift a little. He tried to get back to that fuzzy feeling of hugging Natasha's body in the morning, snuggling close to her belly before her stomach had protested. It had felt... nice. Comforting. He just had to remind himself to not do it in the middle of the night.

"Sorry that I woke you", he murmured, sleep thick again in his voice. "It was just... I dreamed of us... of the little one."