Two months later and Natasha still hadn't told Fury.

Clint wanted to wait until she was ready, since it was technically her news to share, but he started to wonder if maybe she hadn't intended on telling him.

At all.

"Look, I'm just saying, eventually he's going to notice." Clint was saying one morning over breakfast. "We can't just sweep this under the rug and pretend it isn't happening."

Natasha pushed her food around on her plate. "We could go away for a bit. Have the baby."

"He would just come after us."

"I know a few places he wouldn't look."

Clint sighed. "Look, Nat, why are you so against telling him? I don't think he's going to freak out as much as you think he is."

"That isn't why I don't want to tell him."

"Okay, then what is it?"

Instead of answering, Natasha stood up from the table, taking her unfinished breakfast with her.

"Do we have any yogurt?" she asked.

"Bottom shelf of the fridge."

She got out the yogurt and leant against the counter, opening the cup.

"You didn't answer my question, Tash."

"I know. I chose to ignore it."

"Nat—"

"Clint, just drop it, okay? I'll tell him when I'm ready. The doctor said it would take a while for me to show, so we still have time."

"He also said you shouldn't be doing anything too physical. Any idea how you're going to explain that to Fury?"

"I'm still going on missions, Clint. I'm perfectly capable of handling myself."

Clint looked at her sharply. "I thought we agreed, Nat. No missions until after you've had the baby."

Natasha turned away from him and set the yogurt on the counter. "I have no memory of that conversation."

"Oh yes you do, you were standing right next to me."

"Doesn't mean I agreed."

"It's not up for negotiation."

"Just because I'm having our baby does not mean you can order me aroun—"

"Exactly, Tasha!" Clint stood up from the table. "You are having our baby. And that's a miracle and amazing and the best thing that has ever happened to me." He moved over to her and put his hands on her hips. "Which means I am not letting you out yourself at any kind of risk."

Natasha glared at him. "Putting myself at risk has never been an issue before."

"Oh yes it has. I just never had any kind of good reason for you to stop. So I never said anything." His hands moved to her stomach. "But now I do. Because this is my child, too, Tash. Our child. I'd die if I lost you but I don't know what I would do if I lost this too."

Natasha avoided his gaze but he could see tears in her eyes. "That's why I don't want to tell Fury."

"What do you mean?"

"This baby is ours, which means that he or she will probably be special. Have certain abilities that other kids don't." she shook slightly in his grasp and he moved closer. "What if Shield tries to take our child from us?"

"Natasha—"

"They did it in the red room, Clint. I saw it. Shield may be different but at the end of the day they're all the same. All they care about is having the most amount of weapons."

"Tasha…" Clint ran a hand through her hair, pulling her so that she met his gaze. "This kid is getting us for parents. Do you really think anyone is getting through the Black Widow and Hawkeye? Even Shield isn't that good."

She smiled, placing a hand over the one in her hair.

"Nat, I made you a promise that I would keep the both of you safe. That promise doesn't end when you deliver the baby."

He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. The shaking had stopped, but she still clung to him in a way that made him nervous. He knew this pregnancy was harder on her then it was on him, and not just because she was the one who was carrying their child. It was the psychological part that was taking its toll.

Even after two months, he could see the change in her. And it only made his worry get worse.

"I love you." She said. The words were muffled from how she was pressed against his chest, but he could still hear it. They could probably be in a full-out blizzard and he would still be able to hear those words coming from her mouth.

"I know I don't say it a lot, but it's the truth."

Clint pressed his lips to her forehead. "I know. But anytime you feel like saying it, feel free."

He could feel her laugh, but then her body stiffened and she shifted away from him. He let his arms drop and she ran the few feet to the bathroom before being sick. He followed her in and held her hair back as she crouched over the toilet. It was over after a few minutes, and he went into the kitchen while she rinsed her mouth out. He would have helped her in a heartbeat, but he knew she didn't want to feel coddled, or weak.

Especially not weak.

Twenty minutes later they were in the car on their way to Shield. Natasha was snacking on trail mix while Clint drove.

"I think this may be the only time you've ever eaten more than me." He said teasingly.

Natasha shot him a look. "Even when I'm 8 months pregnant I still won't be able to eat as much as you, Barton."

"You know this would give you the perfect excuse to eat pizza every day."

"That is such a guy thing to say. And is probably one of the many reasons why it's a good thing women are the only ones who can carry a child."

Clint knocked her shoulder gently. "You do have a point there."

Once they got to Shield they parked the car and headed to the locker room. They were both training the new recruits for most of the day, though they were supposed to have a meeting with Fury before they left.

"Would it make you feel better if I told him?" Clint signed, not wanting the other agents to overhear them.

"Told who what?"

"Told Fury. About us."

Natasha slammed her locker shut and sighed.

"I don't know. Maybe. But if you do I should be there."

"You don't have to be. Not if you don't want to."

Clint pulled his shirt on before turning to look at her. She didn't look mad, which was a good sign.

"Can I think about it?"

He smiled and bent down to kiss her. "Of course."