A/N: Hi, I'm so sorry for not updating ASAP... I got held up with a few things. However I'm proud to present the final installment of Just Another Day! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, adding me to authors lists and alerts, and adding my story(ies) to said lists. I've also decided that because you guys are so incredibly awesome I wrote an Avengers one-shot focusing on Tony and Pepper's daughter Nichole Anne, I just have to finish up typing it and editing.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers...

This time he was there completely, for all twenty three hours of the hard labor (literally). It started late at night when they were getting ready to watch a movie, she felt off yes but she simply ignored it (being nine months pregnant wasn't supposed to be a comfortable thing) until she kept fidgeting. Clint asked her numerous times if she was alright and each time she replied with yes and simply readjusted herself against him.

The problem Clint had however was that his wife Natasha was somehow two weeks passed her due date and each time she moved he immediately jumped the gun. He was anxious, his daughter (Bruce confirmed it months ago during one of her check ups) was taking her sweet time with the arrival. So unlike her parents it concerned him, was everything alright with his princess… maybe she just liked being with her mother at that level. Hell he didn't know, but every time Natasha moved and sighed out loud he felt his hand itching to hold on tighter, just in case.

"You're sure you're alright." It wasn't a question so much as a statement daring her to say no, which she did, but he still didn't believe her, "maybe I should have Bruce come down…"

"I was ordered to bed rest and I'm on a sofa, Bruce wouldn't be too happy with me." She grumbled as a response before taking a pillow and shoving it roughly against Clint's broad chest and leant against. "I just can't get comfortable."

He had no idea, his sarcasm noted to himself, maybe because you're nine months pregnant. He never realized it said it aloud until her elbow met his sternum; "fair enough." He grunted out catching his breath.

"I'm fine." She pouted pathetically and he chuckled, a silent wheezy chuckle before pressing a strong silent kiss to the top of her head, "you're daughter won't stop moving though." He could tell that she was smiling, it was a tired and most likely aggravated smile, but it was a true smile and he loved seeing those on his wife's face.

"She's excited."

"About what?" She asked incredulously, she was beginning to think she'd be pregnant forever. "It's not like she's out here to actually be excited." She felt a relatively strong pinch which instinctively caused her to wince. "That was new."

Clint noticed immediately as he sat up straighter; "Nat?" all though part of him was excited he didn't want to get too up beat and optimistic only to have this be another false alarm after fifteen minutes. "How long as that been going on again?"

She sucked in a breath and sat up before running a hand through her hair, a slight crinkle at the corner of her eyes let him know that the feeling she had probably hadn't gone away yet, "…started around four today."

"Four hours?" Clint sat up this time and turned her to face him, "you've been wincing since four this afternoon?"

"Not exactly," He started to let a breath out but still registered what she said next, "I woke up at around four this morning because I was too uncomfortable…"

He would imagine his face was something out of a teenagers comic book, a very flat face maybe a sweat drop or something falling down his face; "You didn't think to tell anyone?" His voice rose just a little bit in pitch.

"Well after two weeks of false alarms I figured it wasn't that big of a de-" she cut herself off with widening eyes, "… on second thought you might want to get Bruce to meet us at the infirmary."

Clint just stared at her, "repeat that one for me again?" She started standing and he could see the wet spot forming around her pelvic area; "hey Nat…"

"Clint." She sent him a glare before wobbling, who knew walking normally with a baby growing in your uterus could cause a change in pace, over to the door. "If you don't move I'll go down by my self."

"Right!" He leapt up before calling out to Jarvis; "Send a message to Bruce to tell him that this is no false alarm."

"Right away sir." Clint came up behind Natasha who was calm and collected as was always expected before placing a hand on her lower back.

"You ready?"

"Do I have a choice?" She asked with a slight tease in her voice before leaning into him a little bit, "I'm nervous but confident."

"Strange mix." He commented before he laced another kiss to her head before they stepped out of the elevator and into the infirmary area where Bruce was already prepping a more secluded room. "That was fast."

"Well Pepper threw something at Tony managed to gash into his shoulder." Bruce smiled warmly at Natasha before asking the basic questions; how far apart were the contractions, most intense feeling on a scale of one to ten, but her favorite was 'assuming that you didn't lose control of your bladder did your water break fully?'. "Let's get you settled we're in for a long night."

"How long?" Clint asked with a business voice that made him known for his professionalism, he held Natasha's hand as she situated herself in one of the stiff medical bay beds.

"That depends on the baby, could take anywhere from two hours to well past twenty four." Clint looked at Natasha and smirked with a challenging look that read 'you ready for this?'.

"Well I have a feeling it'll be a shorter amount of time then you expect." Natasha smiled at Bruce, "do the others know or we keeping it from them?"

"Assuming Tony saw you guys you have about five minutes of personal time before the cavalry comes through that door full speed." Bruce said before hooking up some wires, that worried Clint but he trusted Bruce to know what he was doing. "Just to monitor the heart rate of Mommy and Blackhawk."

The glare Natasha sent Clint was priceless. See after the group was informed that Clint did in fact know Natasha was pregnant they decided as a whole not to know the baby's name or gender until after he or she was born. When referring to the baby Clint gave them permission to use Blackhawk, Natasha wanted to kill him. She thought it was rude to associate their daughters existence with their colorful pasts.

"It was funnier when we didn't know the gender ourselves." Natasha said through her teeth, there was another short contraction but it wasn't enough to make the assassin cry out. In fact no one really anticipated her to act out in pain, she was Natasha Romanoff… she didn't inform them when she was shot three times, stabbed twice, or had two broken ribs with a fucked up knee, why would she cry out during child birth?

"Well we know that Annalisa Nichole has her own right to decide that." Natasha glared again before biting her thumb nail as if she was bored. "Want the T.V. on?"

"Not really." Natasha looked up at Clint, "Relax Clint women have been giving birth since way before our families times."

"Doesn't soothe me," he replied back quickly, "its our little girl that's going to be coming out of your…and I'm not sure how I feel about it…"

She raised a thin eyebrow at his baffled expression; "It's a little to have second thoughts on our child Barton." So maybe the bite in her tone was the anxious anticipation that was bubbling within her (for an assassin she wasn't patient, Clint learned that when he took her fishing for the first time).

"Well excuse me for caring Barton." This was a lot calmer, her thought to himself, their banters could continue on for as long as it took if it meant that he wouldn't notice every flinch or wince her body made with or without her recognition. He used his free hand to push back some loose hair, her face was a little sweaty but it was more then likely from the temperature of the room more than anything else.

"Knock, knock!" Pepper said about two seconds before walking into the room, the men however didn't follow they stood off out the door awkwardly. "How's Mommy to be feel?"

"Like I'm sitting away wasting to nothing." Natasha smirked at Pepper's excited disposition. "The others know they can come in right?"

"Of course they know!" Pepper sent a look over towards Steve, Tony, and Thor, "they just read on line that women going through child birth tend to have violent tendencies. You're not the most peaceful person out there."

Natasha laughed a little bit while Clint sent the guys the o.k. signal. One by one the grown men piled into the relatively spacious room. After all it was Tony's tower and since there were really only two (three if you counted Jane when she was in town) women who shared the tower with them, both of which were married.

"How does the Lady Spider fare?" Thor asked as he tried to understand the consistent lines on the screen to Natasha's left. .

"She's bored." Natasha said simply, "I didn't know you were in town Thor."

Thor tried to hide the red tint on his cheeks, the only red tint that could mean Jane was involved, before replying; "Yes well, father had me come to do my monthly 'checking in'."

"Of course, it's not like you and Jane weren't planning anything like that." Tony said before stepping forward and taking a look at Natasha. "My, my does this woman glow of mother to be. How much longer? Thirty six hours, twenty eight, maybe even longer? Complications, or is Blackhawk going to be normal." Clint rolled his eyes, "you know I have the feeling that Robin Hood was a complicated birth, anyone else feel that way? Now Natasha on the other hand, you have this grace about you that was probably there from day one."

"Thank you ass hole." Clint snapped before looking over at Natasha who was laughing, "I'm glad you take joy in that."

"Well frankly I'm a little concerned with your language, you added the hole. Completely unnecessary." Tony said as he sat down and crossed his legs over dramatic as usual. They sat like that for what seemed like hours but in actuality it was close to a single hour.

"Banner how long do these things last?" Tony asked when Bruce ran another check on Natasha and the baby, "Because Pepper and I have a date tonight and I would hate to disappoint her a-" He was cut short when Pepper whacked him across the head.

It would be another nine (more like ten but Clint wouldn't argue with the doctor) before Natasha started experiencing any sort of pain. When the pain kicked up immensely Clint wasn't there, naturally he wasn't there for shit, Natasha thought bitterly. "How you feeling Natasha?" Bruce asked to receive a glare.

She's felt pain before, she's been shot, stabbed. She's had broken ribs, arm, leg. She's experienced torture, starvation, and under the absolute worse circumstances beatings and burns. She's cried out when it was deemed mandatory and she's held her tongue when it wasn't. She however has never actually experienced this particular pain.

It was tearing, literally, and ripping. It wasn't like that quick sensation one would have when your rib cracked followed by that dull ache and throbbing, she could handle the dull throbbing not this constant tearing that seemed to literally rip through her; "she wants her fucking husband!"

"Well Clint is only upstairs." Bruce has never really dealt with a woman such as Natasha, pregnant women about to give birth? Sure, he was a doctor in India for a while, but Natasha Romanoff? It was scary helping her when she had a basic injury let alone when she was in this condition. When she growled at him Bruce backed out slowly; "Jarvis… send for Mr. Barton please."

"Sir, Mr. Barton is already on his way down." Bruce replied with a thank you before quickly making an exit. Natasha held her tongue when the next contraction hit but only for a few seconds, when she saw Clint walk through the door with a smile, a fucking smile, on his face she couldn't refrain from letting sound rip from her lips.

"How much longer Banner?" Natasha growled at him pulling her hand away from Clint, he always had something else to do.

"Not too long now, in five minutes I'll see how far you are." With that Banner backed out of the room.

It would be another twenty minutes of Natasha not holding her tongue and expressing pain with Clint holding her hand (more like her breaking his) while he did the best that he could to comfort her before any progress was made. "I lied… I can't do this Clint, I refuse."

If she didn't look scared (she never looked scared) he would have thought she was joking, "Tash, baby listen to me."

"Listen to you? You're the reason I'm like this!" She arched her back and let out a small hiss as sweat started to gather along her forehead. "I will never piss you off again if you just make it stop."

"Sweetheart…" he let his free hand wander to her forehead pushing the sweaty and matted hair away from her face, "…just a little longer and then you don't ever have to do this again."

"Bull shit Barton." she bit out before trying to nuzzle her face into his hand, "You want at least two kids you always have, I have news for you-" She was cut off with another small, almost inaudible, sound escaping her lips.

"Alright let's see what's going on." Bruce replied a little too cheerfully for Natasha and Clint (he didn't like Bruce looking below the waistline on his wife). When he was finished checking Natasha's progress (determining everything was safe to continue on) he instructed both what to do.

He's delivered four children his entire career but never one that was meant to be his 'niece', so if anyone asked him yes he was nervous. Would he ever tell Clint or Natasha Barton that? …no he wasn't stupid. "Ready?" not like Natasha really had a choice, he thought, once the contraction hit she went right into action.

For the entire amount of time the labor took the birth of Aidan Lee Barton took only a matter of minutes. The small bundle of white was resting in Natasha's arms although she was exhausted she still found the energy to hold the small baby. "What if I break her?"

Clint was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her while his one hand caressed her leg, but that question was so out there fore her that he stopped short and sent her a confusing look; "She's a baby Tash, I highly doubt you'll break her."

"Unless of course you drop her on her head." Banner piped up, it was meant as a joke but her shocked look told him she was being serious. "I'm going to inform the rest of the team about Aidan." He stepped out of the room quickly to leave the new family to themselves.

"Let me see her." Clint said as he took his daughter from her mother, not that Natasha really argued she was beat and all she wanted to do was sleep. Clint would keep their daughter just as safe as Natasha could, "hey sweetie…" he cooed his child softly while Natasha let the small sounds soothe her.

"Clint?" He looked up from his daughters small face and locked eyes with his beautifully (dangerously) tired wife.

After a few moments of staring he broke the silence; "You were going to ask me something?"

"No." she replied before motioning him closer, when he was about as close as he could get without sitting on her she rested her head back and smiled, "I was going to say I love you."

"I love you too babe," The baby made a little noise Clint smiled before Natasha fell asleep the last thing she saw was Clint waving her new born daughters hand to wave to her; "say goodnight mommy."

An ordinary day turned upside down by the presence of Aidan Lee Barton. Her five uncles (including Fury) and two aunts spoiled her rotten (including Fury). Aidan would grow up with two more siblings all three enrolled in martial arts and home schooled by Natasha and Pepper themselves. They were all just ordinary days, Clint would think to himself, but those days would always be the best days of his life.

A/N: Thanks for all the reading you guys did and all the patience! One-shot will be up soon (and I didn't forget the other multi-chapter fic. I just need to get my one-shot's out of the way so I can focus on that) thanks guys!