"He'll probably prepare a blue and a pink room in the tower just in case. Well, who knows. He can use the other one when Pepper and him start with the family plans."

Clint made a show of shivering with distaste but that grin never really left his lips. It was kind of fun imagining how they would sit in the tower together and talk over like... well, baby stuff. Clothes and stuff. It was so totally not like them and that somehow made it perfect. It would be their little part of a normal life, give them something else to do then be on the track of death constantly. It would force them eventually to make a decision they'd probably never have made without this until one of them would have fallen in battle... how to go on with their lives, with their jobs.

They would talk about it, about the next months, and definitely before they returned to New York, but right now imagining a little girl in a cute little onesie - including a little bow - on Natasha's arms was so much more fun.