Miyuki Gainsborough: This is just a quick drabble I came up with when I was listening to the Clannad soundtrack. This fic is named after the track that inspired me the most for this. I suggest listening to it while you read.

Natasha let out a scream and clutched her partially swelled stomach. Sweat lined her brow and trickled down the sides of her face as she clenched her eyes shut, trying to hold back another scream. Clint was immediately at her side in the S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital room, taking one of her hands and letting her put all the pressure there. "It's going to be alright, Tasha. I promise," he told her, trying to keep his tone free of worry."

"It…it…hurts!" she sobbed. Sure, she had been through hundreds of fights and ended up with nasty wounds but none gave her pain like this.

Clint turned to Bruce who was flipping through medical charts and looking back and forth between multiple computer screens. "Banner, what is going on? She's only three months along!" He didn't want to sound so panicked but his voice wouldn't do what he wanted it to. With Natasha holding his hand so tightly, no one could see him shaking. He knew nothing of pregnancies but knew that the pain she was experiencing at that stage was uncommon.

Bruce wasn't trying to ignore Clint but he wasn't wanting to answer him at that moment. He too felt just as scared as the archer at that moment because of what he was reading in his papers. "Hawk, I need you to leave for a moment." Clint was about to object but the doctor cut him off. "Please, just…let me figure out what is going on. I'll get you when it's time."

Clint looked from Natasha to Bruce to Fury who had been standing back by the door. Fury simple waved to him to come with him. He didn't want to leave her but the agent knew it was best. 'Just for a moment,' he told himself. He leaned to Natasha and gave her a kiss on her forehead before exiting the room with Director Fury.

He took in a deep breath as he heard her scream once more as the door shut. Why was this happening?

An hour passed….one more….and still Clint didn't try to go back to the room without Bruce's approval. Tony had joined him in the S.H.I.E.L.D. bar and did his best to keep his friend calm without the use of too much alcohol. When the door to the room opened, Clint didn't move until he heard Fury's voice simply say, 'Agent Barton…'

At that moment, he was up from the bar and right passed Fury. He stopped for no one or anything as he made his way to the hospital room where she was, the footsteps of Tony and Fury could be heard from behind him.

When the door opened, his eyes were straight to Natasha. Her back was to him but from where he was standing, he could see her shivering. Blood stained the sheets at the base of the bed and he could feel his body run cold.

Bruce kept his eyes to the floor. He wanted to speak but couldn't find the words to tell his friend what happened. "Clint..," was all he could choke out.

The archer stumbled into the room and placed his hand on her shoulder. "T-Tasha…." He heard a small whimper come from her as she slowly rolled over. Her pale cheeks were flushed red and tears overflowed from her eyes and while he did not look down, he knew her hands were cupping her stomach. Her now empty stomach…He didn't know what to think…What to say…Her soft sobs made a lump swell in his throat and his eyes to flood with tears.

Softly, Bruce spoke, "It seems…in the Black Widow program…all the girls had surgeries to make sure that none of them can conceive a child. Tasha was lucky enough to even make it that far with a baby."

Clint choked out a sob of his own and buried his face into her neck, her red curls seeming to engulf him. "Black Widow is meant to be a killer…not a mother…," she whispered.