So this is a short chapter in this story. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I'm on chapter 5 and I'll update every three days so I shouldn't fall behind.

This is TECHNIQUALLY movie-verse canon, but we don't much about Widow/Hawkeye yet so... I am using details from the comic books but I am forming my own backgrounds and backstories for them, but it doesn't deviate too much from the comic books? If it bugs you you've been warned.

This is also more than just another pregnancy story. It looks into the Widow/Hawkeye history and relationship as a whole. It is my take on how I think things would happen if they got pregnant. Again everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers. I am not worthy.

Bombs had exploded sending him spinning against walls. Bullets had grazed him and twice hit him in the chest, luckily not near his heart. He'd had more than a few broken and fractured bones, but none of that fazed him or threw him off his game. He would always heal and live another day. And if he didn't there was no one left to miss him or mourn. He had no great responsibility. All his friends understood that even the best fall eventually. Would they miss him? Possibly, but they would move on; they always do.

But then he had been compromised. That didn't happen to him. SHIELDS best fighting op agent. His undercover was questionable but he was put on guard for the tesseract by Fury with the expectation that nothing get past him. It was easy enough. He got to know Doctor Selvig and his fellow physicists, even began understanding some of what they were talking about. His usual partner had taken a leave of absence to do some work outside of SHIELD but when he was done babysitting Selvig, Fury would have them back out in the world protecting special interests and taking down terrorists.

Then came Loki. He didn't feel much guilt for it. He wasn't in control of his actions and everyone around him said that no one blamed him. After all he'd only been himself again for about ten minutes when the Avengers all took off to save the world. Afterwards they'd all gone for swarma and had a celebration at Tony's tower considering it was the only living quarters of anyone in the group that hadn't been destroyed a few hours before. That night he had spent like many others at the end of a tough mission, with Natasha, and the next day they took a rarely given two week vacation in their favorite place, Rome.

Now he was on a roof surveying the entrances of the warehouse where Natasha was taking out opposition to recover one of SHIELDS kidnapped scientists in Northern London. As usual they were quietly arguing over the com system.

"Don't blame me for this taking longer than it was supposed to."

"Well you were the one that insisted on three days of surveillance," Widow said as she took another guard down. Clint could hear a bone break.

"I thought you might want some extra training time after not being in the field for six weeks," he responded watching a window while he shot an arrow through the skull of a stray guard Natasha hadn't killed as she'd thought. As much as he hated it this was to be a mission with no witnesses but him and his partner.

"I've been training for the last four weeks to prove to Fury we were ready to go back into the field." She said quietly.

"You've also been sleeping twelve hours a day. And you refuse to admit it but you've got a stomach bug. That or all your foods gone bad and you keep eating it anyway," Clint said spotting her through the window. She looked thoroughly pissed but he didn't care. He'd worried about taking her with him if she wasn't ready. But it was Natasha and she insisted; she was the only one he really trusted. He only worried now that something really was wrong with her.

"Shut up and grapple down here. I've taken out all the outer guards, but there'll be at least ten men watching the doctor and since you seem so concerned I wouldn't want you worrying about me fighting them alone," she said staring up to the roof he was on with one of her iciest glares. He was definitely hitting a nerve.

He shot the arrow clean to stick to the building as Natasha shot out the window with her silenced pistol. Throwing his bow over the wire he slipped through the window effortlessly. They walked silently to the door where they both checked to make sure enough close combat weapons were within their reach. Clint then got a nod from Natasha and blew the handle off the door with a small explosive arrow.

Rushing in Natasha had shot down 5 men in seconds while Clint shot down 3. The other two were more than just security. Before she got blasted by a machine gun Clint grabbed his partner and pulled her to cover behind an over turned metal table, "What is with you right now Widow!"

"Well Hawkeye in case you haven't noticed we're in the middle of being out gunned," she said before she joined him in taking occasional opportunity shots from behind their barrier.

"No I mean being off your game," he grabbed her down then looking her in the eye. "Something's up with you and as your partner I feel like I should get to know what it is."

She was done being angry with him and hiding. For two seconds then she took off her battle mask and Clint could see a small glint of fear in her eyes as the words left her mouth, "I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened and he let go of her arm as she fired and shot down the two of the remaining men. She began to go around and check for pulses firing one shot into a man's temple. Clint rose a few seconds later, "You really thought this wasn't something worth telling me before going into a building full of men trying to KILL you."

"No because I knew that you would do this. I'm not helpless, nor am I a mother."

He watched as she switched off their private frequency to signal an agent to send them a rendezvous point to collect them and the rescued hostage. He had been through a lot in his life. Bullets, explosives, gods, and aliens had all tried to beat him down, but nothing had ever caught him off guard like this. He didn't know what to think. He and Natasha were the farthest thing he knew from parents. Even Tony and Pepper, who had found out they were expecting two days after the battle of Manhattan, were going to be better parents than the two of them could ever be. They lived secluded lives. They killed people for a living. Last he checked that wasn't a good choice for bring your parent to school day.

And what Natasha had said 'nor am I a mother'… he thought those words stopped any conversation from occurring. He thought that was the end of it. She didn't want a baby. He wasn't quite sure if he did.

Before kids weren't an option. He had dated two or three girls before SHIELD when he'd been doing open contract work, but nothing ever got more serious than a few dates. Then the life of a field agent took all his time and for a while all he could afford was a small string of one night stands. He felt lucky enough to have gained a partner like Natasha, and the casual sex wasn't bad either, in fact it was the best he'd ever had. But that was the cause of the problem now swirling the thoughts around in his head.

They were silent for the first time ever after a mission. Eventually they changed into civilian clothes and flew on a generic airline with aliases. By the time they were back in New York a word still had yet to be exchanged between the two. They were about to take separate cabs back to their apartments when Clint stopped Natasha by softly grabbing her wrist, "What you said back there…"

"Now you have something to say?" She said turning to him causing him to let go of her.

"I mean do you want to talk about it? I didn't know if you wanted to talk about it or if you were just telling me…" normally he was good with words, but even after nearly twelve hours he didn't know what to say.

"Well then I guess I'll let you know when I make a decision," she said storming off to her cab.

Clint stood there watching her drive off before he pressed his hands against his head closing his eyes in frustration, "God why am I so stupid!"

So thats chapter 1! If you have any questions I will be happy to answer them at the beginning of the next chapter. I tried to get them as in character as possible, but I don't know their characters as well as the actual writers so let me know how you think I could improve. the next chapter will be up friday night!