Natasha looked at the papers in her hand. "Clint, remind me why you're having me do this with you?" she asked the blond male with her. "I made a promise," he stated simply. "And I need you with me so we're better at thing. More desirable."

Now this was confusing. "Why do we need to be desirable, Clint? What aren't you telling me?" She asked as they walked. "Just… go with this. Please?" he asked. "I promised someone I would take care of him if something happened to Richard and Mary."

"Clint… You can't be serious," Natasha said in disbelief as he brought her to the agency. Of course SHIELD would be doing the adoption and Clint knew it. "Please Nat?" He asked, looking down at her. "He needs a mom and a dad. He's only six. You can't leave him alone like this can you?"

Natasha grabbed his arm, turned him towards her, and glared. "That was low," She said quietly, pushing him a bit as she walked into the building. He walked up to the brunette agent there and she seemed to know what the two assassins were there for. "You're here for the child of Richard and Mary Parker," the woman stated. Clint nodded and the woman noted the paperwork in their hands. "Seems you filled everything out. Come along." She nodded over her shoulder and Clint pulled Natasha along. She didn't like this. Not. One. Bit. She wasn't mother material.

Sitting where she was motioned to, the redhead zoned out, thinking about what this meant and what Clint had said earlier. He was six years old. Older than she had been when she was orphaned. But… apparently his aunt and uncle couldn't take him, if she was listening to the conversation right. Something about medical conditions made itself known, and SHIELD wanting him to be raised by someone who could take care of him. So two assassins were supposed to take care of a boy when they weren't around all the time? How in the hell would that work? They wouldn't take him on missions! There was no way she was letting that happen.

"Agent Romanoff?" She heard someone question, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Yes?" She asked, looking to the adoption agent. "Why do you think you'll be a suitable mother for young Peter?"

Natasha thought for a while before answering. "I won't be the best mother by far. In all honesty, he should go to someone who doesn't do what I do for a job. But he will not want for anything, he'll get a good education, and he'll know that he's safe in his home. He'll know that he's not alone, that he's cared for, even if we're not there all the time. He'll be protected and be able to protect himself. We're not ideal, I'm not ideal… but I can give him everything I didn't have when I was his age," she answered.

The agent and Clint seemed surprised by her answer. "Well… that is the best answer we'll ever get," She said, looking to Natasha. "You both are approved for the adoption of Peter Parker." The redhead looked to her blond partner who smiled at her. "Thank you, Nat," he said quietly. She nodded once and looked to the door when the agent made a call. There was another agent who held a brunette boy in his arms. The little boy looked to the two adults and blinked. She noticed he seemed to have been crying and she didn't know what to do about it. Clint stood and took the boy while Natasha rose and stood next to him. The little boy looked so lost. "Clint… we should go home," she said softly. Walking out of the office, she tried to work on how this would work out in the end. She wasn't sure she was cut out for this. She'd tried once, and it failed. What would happen this time? What would become of this poor little boy if he stayed in her care? She made her way out of the office, grabbing the things that were handed to her. A car seat for the little boy, some other accoutrements to go with the child they adopted.

The redhead made her way out to the car and got everything set up for the boy. Getting into the passenger's seat she saw Clint carrying the child out to the car. She looked forward and couldn't think about what would happen. They'd have to move in together, act like real parents… if they could. She listened as Clint put Peter in the car seat and then got into the driver's seat. "Nat… we need to talk when we get home," He said before driving off. She sighed and closed her eyes as he drove off. This wouldn't end well… would it?