Hi everyone! So one more time…CONTAINS AOU SPOILERS!

First off, thanks for reading. Now just to get this off my chest, I do ship clintasha, like obsessively. That being said, Clint's storyline in aou was phenomenal. I mean, if my ship didn't go canon then this would be like the best alternative version. I still plan to write a clintasha fic, but I really wanted to write something that explored the relation of Clint and Laura being close friends with Natasha. So with no further… the one-shots!

Seven Years before Battle of New York

The mission went south. It was her first mission that went chaotic since her joining SHEILD just over a year ago. The information on the target was vague and mostly false, there were trap doors, and secret agencies, and everything else they weren't prepared for.

Still in all, they were Strike Team: Delta so of course the mission was completed, with the absence of grace, the pair was accustomed to.

Clint glanced back from the pilot seat, his still timid and suspicious partner sat just feet away from him in agony. A bullet had done pretty good damage to Natasha's abdomen, she had fought through the pain with the assistance of the adrenaline rush during the height of the battle, but now as she tried to help the blood loss, the pain was excruciating. Clint couldn't care for her like this, he couldn't even watch her go through this. He needed to take her someplace safe, he couldn't trust bringing an injured Natasha Romanoff to SHEILD, not yet. He would have to take her to his secret nest, it wasn't a question, he had to.

Twenty minutes before arrival, Natasha passed out. Clint carried her to the front door, where he was greeted by his wife.

"You're back, I just-," Laura turned to face her husband taking note of the unconscious woman in his arms, "Is that…. Natasha?"

Clint briefly met her lips, as a greeting. "I've missed you," his voice shifted to a sense of urgency, "Yes, it is and she needs help, now."

Laura followed her husband up to a guest bedroom. The walls were a light shade of purple, and a bed was placed next to a row of windows overlooking the farm. Clint placed the limp woman on the mattress delicately, Laura followed with a case of "advanced" first aid items.

"This should keep her asleep for a bit," Clint said as he injected a needle in her wrist, "Can you apply pressure to the wound please, were going out to have to clean it out before we stitch it shut," Clint's voice changing as if he was ordering instructions to himself.

"Not that mind helping your friend, but isn't this usually the reason why SHEILD has a massive medical bay?"

"There's a lot of people there that still aren't happy I brought in a stray assassin, it was too risky to have those people operate on her, and plus Natasha hates hospitals."

Their hands moved rapidly over the agent's body. "Well, they may not trust her, but for the record, I still think you made the best choice bringing her in." Laura stated with pride, Clint grinned in her direction.

"So what did I miss?" Clint asked eagerly

"Well I think the morning sickness is finally coming to end, it's been three months, it's about time in my book," Laura laughed.

The couple talked until Natasha was completely patched up, then exhaustedly retired to bed, to hopeful catch a few hours of sleep before sunlight.

Morning came far too soon, and Clint was especially groggy as he pulled on jeans and t-shirt.

"I'm getting coffee," Clint groaned and headed downstairs.

"I guess I'll check on the patient then," Laura called after, smiling and shaking her head at her whiny husband. Once Laura reached the guest room, she saw Natasha's eyes for the first time. There was this powerful assassin sitting up in the bed with the eyes of a terrified child. Natasha flinched upon seeing her in the doorway, she bought her knees to chest. Everything looked innocent, including the stranger looking at her, but Natasha couldn't trust a place she didn't know and was contemplating whether to attack or not.

"Clint!" Laura called before turning her attention back to the now conscience woman, "Hi, I'm Laura, I know we haven't met formerly, but-"

"Nat!" Clint rushed into the room, "You're awake, and you've met my wife, apparently"

Laura noticed how Natasha relaxed as Clint came into the room. "You're married, Barton?" Clint couldn't help but laugh at the confused look on her face.

"Yeah, it's not something I share so easily over at SHEILD, but uhh, you're good at keeping secrets right?" Clint smiled even more, "So how are you feeling? Laura and I played doctors last night, glad you're still alive." The couple shared a short laughed together.

"You're married, Barton?" Natasha repeated, looking no less perplexed as her eyes shifted from the woman to Clint.

"Yes, yes, come on, keep up Nat," Clint shook his head while grinning, "you need food, you lost a lot of blood last night." Natasha touched the bandaged covered portion of her abdomen, "Thank you," she said looking directly at Laura.

"Anytime."

Clint pulled Natasha up and directed her to the kitchen where Laura prepared breakfast. The agent spoke very little during the meal, choosing to observe the interactions of the odd couple. She retreated to the living room afterwards where she noticed a black and white photo laying on the coffee table, she couldn't resist getting a closer look.

"Well I'm sure you have plenty of questions to ask me," Clint announced as he entered to room.

"You're going to be a father," she stated blankly, not moving her eyes from the photo.

Clint laughed, "You could see Laura's bump, right? She swears no one can tell yet but I said-"

"Actually, from the very obvious ultrasound that was left out in the open," Natasha rolled her eyes and angled the image so Clint could see.

"Ahh, that. Almost forgot."

"How do you know you can trust her?" Nat asked suddenly.

"Laura? She came in the picture before SHEILD, only Fury knows, this is all off the record. But trust? Laura makes it easy for one to trust her, talk to her, you'll see."

Natasha nodded, and after a long pause, her eyes widened in excitement and she laughed, "You're going to be a dad! You, my friend, are old."

Clint smiled at her laugh, "make fun, but I'm only a couple years older than you, remember?"

Four Years before the Battle of New York

"Nat!" Clint burst into his partner's dorm at base, she didn't even flinch from where she laying comfortably in bed that early morning.

"Clint," her voice was both threatening and sleepy, "shut up and leave, even agents need their beauty sleep."

"Nat, you're beautiful enough, just wake up please!" Natasha groaned dramatically without opening her eyes, "Nat, I'm going to be a dad… again!"

Her eyes flew open, "Laura's pregnant?" Clint nodded, grinning like a child.

"Barton, congratulations!" She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. She wouldn't mind visiting another tiny Barton baby, "I have to call Laura, this is great!"

"She'd love to hear from you again, you haven't come to visit in months."

"Look, I don't know how you get away with this double life but, being an agent takes up most of my time."

"Just promise me you'll come over soon, please?" Clint begged.

"Of course, someone has to teach my nephew how to throw knives," Natasha said, flashing an evil smile.

Clint rolled his eyes, "terrible aunt," he mumbles while laughing.

Good, bad, indifferent? Please let me know, I really appreciate reviews. I'll be coming out with the second chapter soon. Thank you for your time everyone!