I swore to myself I wouldn't get into writing for another fandom. I just wanted to focus on TWD but then a friend turned me onto this pairing (*cough* writerchick0214*cough*). I love the Avengers and have been part of the fandom for a long time but never felt the need to write for it…until now.

Warnings: Phil/Clint means slash. Sexual Content. Character death (it happened in the movie so that shouldn't surprise you). Alpha/Omega verse. M-Preg.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Ya'll enjoy!

Clint sighed into the flimsy pillow of the hotel room that had been home for the last week. He didn't care that his hair was wet and soaking his pillow, he was too tired to dry it after his shower. The sheets were a bit scratchy against his skin but he didn't feel like pulling on any clothes. He was glad the mission was over though he didn't think it was going to involve fallen gods, magic and the leveling of a whole town.

He snuggled his face deeper in the pillow, Coulson was still off handling the cover up's and whatever other Avenger's related things Fury wanted him to do. He glared at the paper work on the table, tomorrow he was off to some literal hole in the ground research facility for Tesseract duty. He was ready to get out of bum-fuck New Mexico and the facility had a lot of air ducts and vent for him to perch in but it would be boring, mind numbingly so.

He didn't know when he fell asleep but it well after midnight when he heard the shower start up. He rubbed his eyes as he stretched, moaning softly as his back cracked and popped. He listened to the calming sound of the water hitting the tub and skin. The squeak of the handles turning was loud as the shower was cut off. He looked over as Phil walked out of the bathroom, steam billowing behind him, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Long night?" Clint asked as Phil dropped the towel and slid into bed next to him.

"Very." Phil answered, "You get your new assignment?" The question making Clint smile, his handler knew the answer but just wanted to make conversation.

"Yeah," Clint said waving at the papers on the table, "Tesseract sitting, flight leaves at noon."

"Not quite as exciting as guarding a hammer and fighting a demi-god turned human." He knew Phil was joking. The mission had been pretty bland until Thor showed up.

"What are you doing next?" Clint asked rolling to press against Phil's side.

"I have to do more clean up here then New York." Coulson said running his fingers through Clint's hair subconsciously. Phil always did that, he loved to just put his hands on Clint, normally his hair. It had taken Clint months to get use to the touches but he found after he got accustom to it he really enjoyed them.

"Stark?" Clint didn't really have to ask but he still wanted to talk. Clint's time at the facility was undetermined; he didn't know how long he would go without seeing his handler.

"He might be able to help with the weapons we acquired." Phil said fingering a strand of hair. It was soft from his shower, not gelled out of the way like in battle; it was loose and hanging over his brow slightly. They laid in silence for a while just listening to the creaks of the hotel and each other's breathing.

"You'll be in New York when…" Clint started to say but he didn't know how to bring it up.

"When you go into heat, I know," Phil said pressing his face into Clint's hair.

Clint's heats had always been like clockwork ever since he had his first one at fourteen in the orphanage. They were never late or early. The first three days of spring then the first three days of winter, every year it was the same. It wasn't the dates that mattered, it was the seasons that triggered his heat. Spring was starting in a week which meant the heat was on the way.

Phil hadn't been the first person he had sex with, not by a long shot but he was the first male alpha to have him during his heat. His brother had always made sure Clint was away from alphas in the circus making him suffer though his heats unsatisfied. Then when he was older he would take the suppressants or he had Natasha to take care of him even though she was an alpha it just wasn't enough, wasn't what he truly needed.

It had been an accident; he had forgotten to take the suppressants before reporting in to Coulson with his latest mission report. When he realized his mistake he thought he could run in turn in the paper work then head home and maybe find someone to spend the next three days with. He knew standing in Coulson's office that he reeked because Coulson kept cocking his head and inhaling deeply. The question that came out of the man's mouth was simple and non-accusatory but it turned his knees weak and his stomach clenched.

'Are you in heat?' It was his undoing. He just whimpered. He hadn't had an alpha so close when he was like that in a long time and to top it off it was Coulson. There hadn't been any love to it, not that time. Coulson he just grabbed him and dragged out of the building, they ended up at his handlers' apartment. He had never been there before but he didn't get to take in the details like he wanted to.

Clint had been told male alphas were rough with omegas, his brother had told him that. That having sex with alphas during heat was hard and painful but you were too screwed up on your own body chemistry to notice you were being used like a two dollar whore. Coulson had been gentle, slow but dominate. Even when Clint's mind got too fogged from his own hormones he could hear the whispered words in his ear. Beautiful. So good. Lovely. Mine.

Clint had been his ever since, that had been almost six years now.

"I guess I will have to take the suppressors." Clint said running his fingers over Phil's chest.

"I'm sorry." Phil said into his hair with a small yawn.

"When duty calls we have to make sacrifices." Clint said rolling over to get comfortable smiling when Phil pressed against his back wrapping an arm around him, "Get some sleep."

Phil leaned over his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek, Clint turned his head to brush their lips together softly before they settled. Clint shut the light off with a content sigh.

Everything was foggy; it was like he was looking through wax paper and his head felt like someone else was poking around in there.

He could see Fury yelling at him, was he doing something wrong? He couldn't tell.

He could hear a voice trying to reach him, it sounded familiar, it sounded like home but he couldn't figure out where it was coming from. That man in the hall had on a really nice suit he thought in passing.

A stack of cards was thrown carelessly across a table. They were vintage, he knew they were. They are splashed with tacky red white and blue themes and a star spangled man. There was blood, the images smeared with it.

Clint jerked awake in a panic. He saw the cheap wall paper of the hotel, his paper work on the table and could feel movement behind him. He sighed as his nerves calmed reaching down to grip the arm holding his waist. He tried to get his heart to return to normal but it wouldn't, the beat was irregular but not from the fright of a nightmare. He could feel a painfully pleasant pressure in his stomach. The sheets were a little rough as his need throbbed against the mattress. He shifted his legs testing and felt the hot dampness there shivering as more trickled down his thigh.

It was early, it had never been early. He stifled a moan as he rolled into his back, his erection rubbing against the sheets. He didn't know why it was early, maybe it was the nightmare? Maybe his body knew Phil wouldn't be with him later? Right then the questions didn't matter or the fact that it was barely three in the morning. All that mattered was his heat was pulsing through his body and Phil was right there against him.

He rolled to face the sleeping man pressing close, whimpering at the skin contact. He felt like he was on fire, he kissed Phil's cheek, the small action making him drip more. He knew the sheets would be soaked soon but he didn't care. He buried his face in Phil's neck making the man snort sleepily.

"Clint?" Phil asked clearing the sleep from his voice. Clint just whined pressing even closer. "What's wrong?"

Clint said nothing just rubbed himself against the man. It hadn't felt this strong in so long, he started to shake as the pressure in his stomach tightened. He moaned loudly when Phil's hands ran down his back, heat prickling his skin in their wake. Hands stronger than they appeared squeezed his ass making him whimper and his thighs became slicker.

"It's early." Phil said his fingers slipping into the crease, sliding with ease.

"Please." Clint whined at the feeling.

"You've never been early before." Clint pulled back and looked into the man's eyes. They were calculating like he was trying to solve the Sunday crossword.

"Please." He whimpered pressing back into Phil's hands. His vocabulary shrank substantially when he was like this.

Phil flipped him onto his back, he was so much stronger than he looked, that fact making Clint shudder. He was glad Phil had stopped trying to solve the situation and just went with instinct. Their lips meet fiercely, tongues battling even though there was no fight for dominance. Clint grabbed Phil's shoulders pulling him down between his legs. Phil moaned into his mouth as his hips slipped down damp thighs. His cock nestled against Clint's making them buck against each other. Clint could feel how thick he was, how hard. Phil wasn't a physically large man but he wasn't small either.

"Please Phil." Clint moaned arching his back, baring his neck. Phil took the submissive invitation and closed his lips around the base of his neck, sucking on the pounding pulse there. Clint arched further with a whine. He could feel the older man's smile against his skin as he ran his teeth across the fluttering flesh. Clint nearly screamed when a hand brushed his erection before rubbing over his entrance.

"You're so wet." Phil said running the tips of his fingers around the opening. Clint shivered at his voice, it wasn't husky or stained. He sounded like he was just making an observation, like what time it was or that there was a typo in a report.

"Phil," Clint moaned spreading his legs wider. A choked sob came from his throat as a single finger slipped in not stopping until it was completely inside, more than enough slick to ease its entry.

"You've soaked the sheets." Phil said moving the finger inside him slowly. One of Clint's hands gripped the damp sheets as another finger slid in, the other squeezing Phil's shoulder so tight he knew it would bruise and he wanted it to.

"Please." Clint begged canting his hips against the fingers inside him, now three. He was so ready it hurt. Phil pulled his fingers free a trickle of slick coming with them; he hushed Clint's moans of loss with a deep kiss.

He spread Clint's legs even further, running his hands up his thighs as he positioned himself at the trembling man's entrance. He leaned down so their chests were pressed together before snapping his hips forward entering him deeply. Clint screamed his arms wrapping around Phil's neck as his legs locked around him. Phil knew he wasn't hurting, he was too slick and needy for there to be any pain.

"So tight," Phil whispered into his ear he pressed his hips forward sinking deeper.

"So big," Clint moaned as he was completely filled, Phil's hips fit snug to his ass.

The pace was slow but intense and deep. Clint was moaning with every thrust, their placement just right. His hands were buried in Phil's short hair while the man's hands ran up and down his sides and over his back.

"Have you been taking your birth control?" Phil asked with a deep rolling thrust. S.H.I.E.L.D kept omegas on a birth control regiment to prevent any accidents. Clint's mind was so foggy and blissed out it took him a moment to get the meaning of the words together, "Clint?"

"I forgot them." He finally got out.

He had been on a mission right before the one they had just finished. He had been in Japan tracking an underground weapons trading ring, he had forgotten to pack them for the two month mission. He was barely back in the states when he was heading to New Mexico, unable to get his pills.

Phil got that calculating look on his face again. Clint knew the man wanted to pull out but they didn't have any condoms so if they stopped now they would have to stop for good, which wasn't good for Clint's body. He needed sex and his body had already had the beautiful taste of it, stopping now would be painful for him.

"Don't stop!" Clint begged as Phil sat up, he tried to pull him back down. His hands caught his shoulders but he knew they weren't why Phil stopped.

"You're fertile." Phil said in that simple observation tone.

"I know." Clint panted, clenching his legs around the man even though he knew if Phil pulled away there was nothing he could do to stop him.

"You could get pregnant." Phil said his voice even.

"Yeah." Clint said his body shaking with need, his hands on Phil's shoulders tightening their hold.

"Do you want to be?" Phil asked and it was a heavy question they had been skating around for some time. Last heat Clint had purposely not taken his pills but Phil knew; it was impossible to hide things from the man. They used condoms, it wasn't as satisfying to use them but Phil wouldn't budge on the issue.

"Yes." Clint said softly.

He really did. He always used to think he didn't want to have kids but with Phil he wanted them so badly. He knew with his job it would be risky but other agents had been pregnant in the past, most women but a few men. He would just ask for a lighter work load, not desk duty hell no but missions where he wouldn't be jumping off buildings or too close of combat. He knew how to take care of himself; he could protect a baby growing inside him, he knew he could.

He had seen Phil with children before; he was so good with them. Picking them up and spinning them as they giggled. Smiling as he told Captain America stories and jokes about Iron Man. He wanted so badly for the child in Phil's lap to have his nose and cheekbone and hair. For it to not be just some borrowed kid but his own, that had his laugh.

"You want to have a child?" Phil asked his voice calm but his eyes were full of emotion.

"I want…" Clint chewed on his lip fighting the blush that crawled up his slightly flushed cheeks making them darker, "I want a baby with you. Not just a child, but your child."

"Alright," Phil said after a moment of heavy silence. He didn't say anything as he pulled out, Clint cried out trying to pull him back. Using that strength few people knew about he flipped Clint over onto his hands and knees.

"Phil?" Clint asked settling in his new position. Phil leaned over him, his chest tight against his back.

"It'll be easier this way." He said rubbing the head of his cock against Clint's entrance. Clint arched his back as Phil thrust forward to the hilt. Phil hadn't gone the least bit soft while they talked; he was so thick inside, Clint thought he would pass out.

The pace was faster, a bit rougher. Clint whimpered as he pushed back with every thrust, he could felt himself dripping down his shaking thighs. He couldn't remember ever being so needy. Phil's hands were tight on his hips, he knew he was bruising and it made him moan.

"You want to be full of my come?" Phil asked nipping his earlobe and back of his neck.

"Yeah," Clint moaned pressing back harder. His stomach was clenching heat pooling in his groin, he was so close.

"You want it deep inside." It wasn't a question as he gripped Clint's hips even harder.

"Yes." Clint whined his hands white knuckled in the sheets.

"You want to be mine for good? So no one can else touch you. No one else's touch will be enough." Phil rumbled in his ear.

"Yes!" Clint cried his body nearly shaking apart.

"I'm going to breed you." Phil was thrusting even harder making Clint fall down on his elbows for support, the new angle making every thrust slam his spot. Phil had never spoken to him like that before; it made a shudder of pleasure shot down his spine. He was nearly screaming every time Phil's hips slapped his.

"Oh god! I'm so close." Clint sobbed into the mattress.

A noise deep in Phil's chest that sounded like a growl had him falling over the edge. His back arched, one hand shooting out to grab the headboard for some purchase. Clint thought he was going to pass out the orgasm running through his body was so intense. He slumped forward into his own mess trying to breathe, Phil not slowing his thrusts. His nerves were on fire, everything feeling like it was being amplified to the tenth degree.

Phil jerked him up against his chest; Clint whined trying to support himself but his arms wouldn't listen. He tossed his head back on Phil's shoulder baring his throat submissively as he whimpered, he was so sensitive. He felt Phil's lips press hard to his neck, at the base near his throbbing pulse. He cried out as teeth pierced his skin, holding tight. He could feel himself stretching further, the burn of it spiking through his body.

His eyes widen at the pain, Phil was knotting him. He screamed as Phil bit down harder and they locked together, Phil's orgasm wracking him. Clint whined at the heat that filled him, he felt so full already but the knot stopping any fluid from slipping out.

He could barely breathe as Phil's jaw relaxed. He ran his tongue over the raw bite to soothe it, Clint sighing as the feeling. Phil gently maneuvered them onto their sides, Clint gasping as the shift made the knot pull deliciously painful inside him. It would take a while for it to go down. It held the man's come deep inside Clint, insuring the highest possibility of conception.

"It might not work." Clint said after his breath and some of his senses returned to him. The bed was wet beneath them but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"We can try again in the winter if it doesn't." Phil said kissing the bite.

Clint trembled at what those words and actions meant. Phil had marked him, bit him for all to see, Clint wouldn't cover it unless he was on missions. Phil had mated with him, not just fucked him for heat relief. This was for breeding, it was mating and if it was needed they would mate again. The mark would be clear to all who saw, he was mated and to badass Agent Coulson at that. Clint smiled at the thought.

Clint stirred slightly as a warm hand brushed his hair back off his forehead. He didn't open his eyes, he knew who it was and he smiled.

"I set the alarm for nine. I have to go, darling." Phil whispered running his fingers through Clint's sleep fluffed hair. He didn't have to open his eyes to know Phil was in a perfectly pressed suit not looking tired in the least even though it was seven in the morning, no indication that he was up half the night doing things that would make even Fury shift uncomfortably.

"I love you." Phil said pressing a kiss to Clint's temple, his hand resting over the blood caked bite mark. Clint smiled even more, shivering at the touch.

He could feel the man pull away and pick up his briefcase from the table. Clint still kept his eyes closed as he moved his hands down to his stomach. He just knew they wouldn't have to try again, just like he knew when he hits the shooting range after his flight his arrows won't leave the yellow. Then Phil was gone with the click of the door.

Tony offered the use of his tower, what was left of it, to the rest of the team. His argument of the rooms in the untouched parts of the building being fair better than the barracks on the helicarrier was hard to dispute. Tony's penthouse was trashed but a few floor below was guest housing. It was two bedrooms, though the rooms were large. Natasha got one to herself while the rest of the guys moved beds into the other, opting to all bunk together just in case anything world threatening happened.

Clint was sitting on his bed holding a Starkpad watching the images on the high tech screen. He couldn't remember anything, last he knew he had his gun trained on Loki and then he was in sick bay on the carrier. Natasha didn't tell him much, just that Loki had taken over his brain and she punched him out of it. Then she broke him the news and then things got fuzzy again, like adrenaline took over and he didn't really have to be there in his head but he wanted to be because he missed being there.

He didn't remember any of it. Tony had hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D's database and copied all the footage of him while he was taken over. He felt anger peak in his chest when he saw the shift of his eye color, it was like watching himself drain out and Loki seep in. He didn't remember stealing the iridium or attacking the carrier. He was grateful to Tasha for nearing knocking his brains out.

There were two final videos on the screen for him to click but he hesitated. He looked around the room taking everyone in. In the bed closest to him was Bruce who was dabbing an alcohol drenched cotton pad on Tony's wounds who was spread out on the doctors bed eating left over shawarma wincing. They seemed close Clint noted. Across the room from him was Steve who was talking to Natasha who had come to join him before they all turned in. Thor was on the bed next to Steve looking like he couldn't settle, probably thinking about his brother on the carrier. He looked how Clint remember him from three months earlier, dressed in casual clothes that don't seem to work on him, he was made to wear armor.

His chest clenched because someone was missing. He took a deep breath before hitting the first video. It was of him charging though the halls of the carrier knocking agents here and there. Through the Pad's speakers he heard his name called in a voice that to his ears now sounded like home but on the video he kept moving only sparing have a glance to the man in the hall. Then he turned down a hall and the man gets pushed away by frantic crew member, his suit getting rumpled.

The last video started automatically he watched as Loki taunted a caged Thor then there he was holding that gun. He was calm like always, he believed in them so he had nothing to fear. Clint nearly cried out when the point of the specter pierced through his chest. He still got the last hit though, blasting Loki through the wall. Clint didn't even know why but he hit replay. His stomach tightened when while watching the second he saw at the last seconds of the video he lulled his head to look as the camera. He bit his lip to keep in any noise as his name slipped over the man's slightly bloodied lips on a half sigh.

He gripped the Pad tightly; those were his final moments with him. That wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were about to go on leave, Fury had approved it. A whole week alone no missions or obligations except to each other, that's why he was even at the facility anyway but then the Tesseract had to start acting up. They never laid eyes on each other even though they were in the same space for the first time in months. He was doing evacuations and Clint was with the device, obligations not to each other but the job.

He would never remember them, those final moments; they only lived through film to him. Like it was a movie he saw last night but it wasn't fiction, it was real. He jumped at the sounded of the Starkpad shattering on the floor. He didn't know he had stood up or that he had thrown the thing to the ground, the image of that whisper cracking then it was gone, like those moments. Like Phil.

"Clint!" Natasha said standing but Steve put a hand on her shoulder to keep her back. He slammed his fist into the wall, he wasn't like Thor so it did give under his knuckles but it did crack. Then he threw his other fist, more cracks.

"Barton my home has taken enough abuse, stop." Tony said but it was Bruce who stopped him.

He just kept hitting the wall. Could feel his throat getting sore, he didn't even notice he was screaming. He kicked violently when two arms hooked around him and he screamed harder. His arms were pinned to his side making him feel like he was out of control of his body again.

"Bruce stop! Let him go, you can't!" Natasha yelled but Bruce just kept holding him as he thrashed.

"It's okay, Clint. Stop. Calm down. Shhh." Bruce said soothingly. Clint didn't want to calm down but Bruce was strong and he wasn't getting out of those arms on his own. He finally let himself relax going slack against Bruce who held him up with ease though he was a small man. He jerked out of the man's arms and collapsed on his bed holding his pounding head in his arms.

"Barton," Steve said crouching next to him. Clint looked up at him, into his honest eyes. He used to tease Phil for looking up to him but in that moment he knew why people did. Steve was a rock, a protector even if he had to protect you from yourself. Had Phil ever been looked at by this man that way, like he would defend him to the death?

Clint let out a sob and crumpled forward, Steve catching him easily. He gripped Steve's shirt in his fist as he let himself grieve. Steve rubbed his back not caring that his shoulder was getting covered in snot, he had seen many a soldier break down from the pain of losing a comrade this wasn't knew to him, though Barton did seem to be taking it very hard. Clint felt the bed dip next to him.

"Talk to us." Bruce said rubbing his head, he hated to see other hurting so.

"He's gone." Clint said leaning back and hugging his stomach like he was going to be sick.

"I'm so sorry Barton; I wish I could have done more." Steve said sounding every bit the Captain America he had heard everything about.

"Ditto." Tony piped up from behind him. Clint had only ever had the smallest of contact with Tony but he knew he was trying to comfort him in his own way.

"We all wish things could have been different." Bruce said rubbing his back; Clint let the man guide him to lean against him. He smiled; omegas do stick together he thought. Bruce was the first omega he had spent any real time with it, passing another in the hall just doesn't count.

"You take this so hard; he must have been a dear friend." Thor said his eyes on the floor. The big guy liked Coulson but didn't really know him. He knew his brother had caused this pain but didn't know how to fix it.

"Very dear," Tasha answered for him when he could just nod jerkily. She walked over and pulled him into a hug, tucking his face into her neck.

"I never told him." Clint whispered into her hair, he didn't have to tell her what he meant.

"He knew how much you loved him." She whispered back kissing his cheek.

They had known each other almost a decade, had been having sex for more than half that time but Clint had never said those words once to him, he was never good with them. She pulled back and he could see something in her eyes, it was the look she got when there was something she wasn't telling him. He wanted to ask but refrained, if it was important she would have told him, she never kept vital things from him. She smiled softly as she put him back on Bruce's shoulder, the man rubbing his head comfortingly.

They all sat in silence for a while; Clint keened as another wave of tears came. Steve pulled him from Bruce's shoulder so the man could have some air and calm his own nerves. Clint wondered if Phil knew Steve smelled like Old Spice and something smoky and aged; he smelled like another time.

"He would lose it if he knew I was crying on the Captain America," Clint joked but his laugh cracked to a sob.

"He was a great man, he said he had my trading card he wanted me to sign but I never got to." Steve said sounding sad. They all thought of the blood streaked cards.

"They're vintage." Clint said pulling back. Steve stood and stepped back letting the man have some space. Tony plopped down the bed next to him with a sigh.

"How long did you know him?" Tony asked still eating the leftovers.

"A while," Clint said shaking his head when Tony tilted the plate to him in offering.

"You hate Loki." Tony said careless of the way it made Thor flinch, he was guilty. Clint opened his mouth to say he didn't but decided the truth would be better.

"Yes, that bastard just crawled in my head like he had the right; no one has the right to be inside me like that but Phil. He controlled me like a second hand puppet." Clint said clenching his fists, "He stole days of my life, took important moments from me. Made me kill people, my fellow agents. He killed people, people that didn't deserve to die at his hands."

"He killed your handler, all of our handler." Tony said in that matter of fact Stark way.

"Yes," Clint said glaring at the floor.

"He took your Phil from you." Tony said putting the last of the shawarma in his mouth. Clint's head whipped around at the man. He had let too much slip and now Tony knew, he could see it in his eyes.

"What does that mean? His Phil? He was comrade to us all." Thor asked confused.

"They were closer than comrades." Bruce said having put all the pieces together.

"Closer?" Steve asked. Then his eyes zeroed in on the scar on Clint's neck in a spot that meant only one thing, "Mates?"

Clint just nodded rubbing the scar. Bruce explained to Thor what they meant and he seemed to understand but looked even guiltier.

"So Legolas, know how to play the cello?" Tony asked with a grin. Clint laughed at the question, now he knew why Phil liked spending time with Tony; he knew how to lighten a mood.

"I'm better with a different kind of bow." Clint answered getting a grin from Tony.

"Mood swings much?" Natasha joked ruffling his hair. He froze when he remembered why he and Phil were supposed to go on leave that week.

He had to tell someone but didn't know how. He remembered the doctor at the facility resting his hand in the right place and smiling with congrats without even turning on a single machine or taking a drop of blood. Alphas can feel it the man explained, they are more in tune with the vibes people put off and they can feel when there is a change.

He looked at Tony sitting next to him all smiles, happy to be able to cheer Clint up for even a moment. Tony just radiated alpha, Clint grabbed his hand without thinking and slid it under his shirt to press his palm to his stomach.

"Well don't you move on quick?" Tony said still smiling but it suddenly dropped. He stared into Clint's eyes for a moment then his head snapped down to his stomach then back to his face, "JARVIS, am I asleep?"

"No sir, you are very much awake." JARVIS drawled.

"Thanks, just checking." Tony said looking back down at where his hand was.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked touching Tony's shoulder. Tony looked back into Clint's eyes and he nodded.

"Depends on your definition of wrong. Like is anyone hurt, that kind of wrong, no. Or did someone say something incorrect, not that wrong either. Wrong in the way that I can feel a little Coulson inside of Barton, yes this is very wrong." Tony said but he didn't pull way, he brought his other hand up to lift the man's shirt so he could feel more.

Clint's stomach was still mostly flat; he had the smallest of bumps forming. He was just starting the stage where morning sickness started rearing its head. Natasha ran over and squeezed a hand in then threw her arms around Clint's neck. Thor just looked completely confused as Bruce checked a few of Clint's vital signs then touched the bump himself, he couldn't feel the baby but he had enough med classes to know a baby bump when he felt one.

"Shit birdseed for brains, you let me fly with you like this." Tony said smacking him in the back of the head.

"Hey don't abuse the little mommy." Tasha said petting Clint's head while Bruce thumped Tony on the ear as playful punishment.

Some of his fears lifted as he laughed at them. He knew there would always be something missing in his and his precious cargos lives, they had lost something irreplaceable. They did still have one hell of a family though, though he could already tell they would be the definition of happily dysfunctional.

"Wait?" Steve said suddenly as Thor finally stepped up to have a feel and mumble an uncomfortable apology.

"You're pregnant?" Clint nodded.

"And it's Coulson's." He nodded again. Then Steve in a very un-Captain America way fainted. Clint really wished Phil could have seen that.

There is my first attempt at Phil/Clint, at Avengers fiction, at alpha/omega verse. A lot of firsts in this one lol.

I hope ya'll enjoyed, I know I enjoyed writing it.

Please, review. I have a sequel planned but I don't know if this will be received well. Please let me know.

Do you want to know what happens with the baby? Is Phil really dead? What does Natasha know? Let me know.

~Huggies&Kissies~