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Natasha nodded though she didn’t understand. She loved her old job.
"I have no idea… I was a ballet dancer in Russia… I taught ballet in America. That’s pretty much all I’ve ever done…"

"So you came over from Russia?" Sarah spoke up and looked at Natasha. "That’s really…

"I’d like that, I miss dancing… And I get Irina would like it too"
She smiled at Sarah
"Yes, we came over to America a little before Irina was born"

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Clint sighed and closed his eyes. “I feel like it is.” He mumbled. He looked down at their hands and then back out at the street. Clint looked over at her with a tiny hint of a small. “I love you too Romanoff.”

"I’m going to bed Clint, the twins are asleep and in their cribs…"
She glanced at the clock. It was barely 8 o’clock… But she didn’t feel very well.
"Are you okay..?"

"You want me to stay with you?" He asked. If she didn’t he would just sit in the living room and watch TV or something like that. "I’m okay.You?"

"Please?" She asked, she wanted company. She wanted comfort… Natasha was steadily growing more and more concerned about her unborn son, and she didn’t want to be alone.
"I just want to get this night over with, and see the doctor in the morning"

He nodded and helped her over to bed and joined her. “I don’t like just standing around not being able to do anything.” He said.

"I’m sorry, we should have gone earlier…" She whispered. If anything happened to her unborn child because she was being her usual stubborn self she would never. Ever. Forgive herself

He kissed er forehead and put his arms around her. “Get some sleep.” He whispered and started to rubbed her bump.

She didn’t take much convincing, and soon she was asleep in his arms, his fingers gently caressing her stomach as their baby squirmed beneath his hands.
At least he was still moving lots. That was a good sign…

Clint after a while went to check on the twins and they was both fine so he went back to bed and slowly fell asleep next to Natasha.

The next morning Natasha woke before the twins and went to grab some juice.
She wasn’t in pain anymore, but everything felt uncomfortable
Heading back to their room, Natasha nudged Clint awake; “Clint, we have to leave soon, Pepper will be here to watch the kids”

Clint opened his eye and looked around the sat up slowly and rubbed his ear. “I fell asleep with my hearing aids in.” He grumbled and rubbed his face. “Let me just have a shower  okay?” He said and then went to shower and put clean cloths on. 

She kissed him before he could leave, pulled on some fresh clothes of her own and went about preparing breakfast for their kids as she waited for her fiancé to emerge from the shower

Clint came back out and went over to her and kissed her cheek. “I more awake now.” He smirked and then looked at the time. “Where am I driving us to the hospital or somewhere else?” He asked.

"Some private clinic across town. Pepper pulled a lot of strings and I’m assuming Tony made a donation to get us in, so we can’t be late"

Clint nodded and then looked at the time. “When do we have to leave?” He asked.

"Ideally, five minutes ago. I expected the twins to wake us but I guess we tired them out"

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Natasha nodded along. It was simple and normal and Natasha should probably look towards finding…
"Anything that pays the bills right..?"

"Exactly," she said with a nod. "It’s not like work is ever fun, but hey, it pays the bills and supplies food. That’s what matters." Pepper chuckled. "If you were going to start looking for something, what would you be interested in?"

Natasha nodded though she didn’t understand. She loved her old job.
"I have no idea… I was a ballet dancer in Russia… I taught ballet in America. That’s pretty much all I’ve ever done…"

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"Were all done" he answered, covering Natasha in sand as Isabelle made her way over 

"Can we go see the Egyptians?"

Pepper giggled softly as Natasha got covered in and and she nods her head with a smile on her face. “Of course we can, hun.”

"I don’t think out son is the only one who needs a change of clothes" she whispered to her wife, before lifting Oliver into her arms and following Isabelle who had already fled down the hallway

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"I was" she smiled fondly. "I erm- I’m not sure. I haven’t been cleared by physio yet … What is it you do Pepper?"

Pepper nodded and looked at her. “I work in an accounting firm. Nothing too exciting, but I handle money and take care of files. Really boring, but it pays the bills.”

Natasha nodded along. It was simple and normal and Natasha should probably look towards finding…
"Anything that pays the bills right..?"

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"There’s every need Pep" she smiled, returning her lips to her wife’s before Oliver climbed onto Natasha’s lap and interrupted

Pepper pouts for a split second as their son came over but she quickly offered him a smile and ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay, little man?’

"Were all done" he answered, covering Natasha in sand as Isabelle made her way over
"Can we go see the Egyptians?"

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Ship meme: BlackSkye <3

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Who was the one to propose:

  • Natasha did actually. She’s pretty much the one to set the pace in their relationship, the first to kiss Skye, the first to make a move, the first to get pregnant, etc…

Who stressed more over wedding planning:

  • Skye. Natasha didn’t care all that much about the when, where or how as long as she got to marry Skye and it was a more intimate event with only a select number of people on the guest list, so most of it all came down to the brunette. 

Who decorated the house:

  • It was a co-operation, Natasha making the big decisions on wall paper, kinds of carpet and stuff while Skye looked it up online and placed the orders. The finer touches like little figurines and tiny nicknacks are all Skye’s doing.

Who does the cooking:

  • Neither one of ‘em are very decent cooks, so mostly they order in. 

Who is more organized:

  • Natasha. 

Who initiates bedroom fun:

  • Both are very sexual people and aren’t afraid to show each other how badly they want the other, so it’s a tie really.

Who suggested kids first:

  • Natasha, and she was also the first to get pregnant. 

Who’s more dominant:

  • They’re mostly equal in everything they do, except when it comes to work where Skye will usually let the redhead take the lead. For obvious reasons. 

Who’s the cuddler: 

  • Surprisingly, Nat more than Skye, but the brunette doesn’t mind one bit and she loves doting on the other woman. 

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon:.

  • Skye’s the big spoon.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: 

  • Eating. Shh…No, watching chick flicks and doing the girly stuff they usually don’t get around to all that much. With food though! And lots of making out. It’s not like they’re missing anything majorly important…

Who comes home drunk at 3am:

  • Natasha.

Who kills the spiders: 

  • Natasha

Who falls asleep first: 

  • Skye.

A head canon: 

  • Every time Natasha leaves on a mission that doesn’t involve Skye, she’ll give the redhead an emergency phone, but she never told Nat that she uses this one to track her lover’s every move, just to make sure she’s okay. 

Their relationship summed up in a gif: 

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Do they have any “rituals”?

  • Every time, one of ‘em comes home after a long term mission (usually that’s Natasha), the other gets their favorite meal ready (catered or picked up, of course) and a hot bath with soothing lavender oil in the water, and scented candles around it. Then after the bath and the dinner, the one that came home gets majorly pampered in a more sexual way too. 

Who is louder?

  • Skye

Who is more experimental?

  • At least it’s still experimental to Skye, so definitely her.

Who takes more risks?

  • Natasha

Do they fuck or make love?

  • Fuck most of the time, but they can make love too. Depends on the mood. 

Lights on or off?

  • On.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?

  • Neither. They get satisfied enough.

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome?

  • Neither.

Who comes first?

  • Skye

Who is better at oral and who prefers it?

  • Natasha’s best at it, but she’s also the one who prefers it. 

Who is more submissive?

  • Neither.

Who usually initiates things?

  • Both

Who is more sensitive?

  • Skye

Who has the most patience?

  • Natasha

Which kinks do they share?

  • places where they can get caught like office quickies, restraints, etc…

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Send me ± for a headcanon about our characters

During her pregnancy, Nat has some weird food cravings, often at weird times of the day. On on occasion Clint was found in Chinatown at 3 in the morning picking up deep fried seaweed for Natasha, so she could eat it with strawberry ice cream. 

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"I'm pregnant and it's yours" -pass this to the next 10 people on your dash for their reactions.

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A shower of hot coffee covered the archer, coughing and spluttering on the second cup of the morning, which Natasha’s bombshell had been dropped right in the middle of him drinking. “Wh-wh.. ow hot hot hot! What?!” Y-you’re what?!”

Something made Natasha think perhaps a boy would be easier. It would bring up less issues for her anyway regarding her past…
But either way they’d work something out between them
"Yeah. Mid-morning traffic in New York is always awful…"

"You thought of any names?" Clint asked as they crawled through the streets of New York. "We can’t call it Spiderling or Hawkling forever. I mean I know kids have weird names now, but I’m not really into all that." He was preparing himself for the scan, as once they saw the image on the screen, it would feel a whole lot more real.

Natasha was just a little taken aback by his question. She’d known for sure less than 24 hours, and hadn’t even considered names.
"Spiderling or hawking is definitely a nickname only kind of deal… Why, do you have any suggestions?"

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I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…

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"You think?!"

The man let out a long sigh. “Okay. There’s nothing we can do about that right now, except get your arm in a sling asap.” He explained. “You’ll need surgery when you get back, though.” He added before he went back to feeling for the break in her arm. “Take a deep breath and let it out for me.” He instructed.

Natasha nodded, he was right. She should, however, have told him earlier, she could have done with a sling earlier…

Mentally preparing herself, she took a deep breath and slowlyy released it

As she let out the breath, he quickly realigned one of the three broken bones. “I’m sorry.” He murmured softly. “One more and we’re done.” He gave her an encouraging smile.

She bit down to prevent from crying out. The pain was enough to make her want to pass out, and she had to go through it again…
"Hurry up" she muttered through ragged breaths
She wanted this over with

He just nodded before maneuvering the second bone back into place. Taking an ace bandage from the first aid kit, he wrapped her arm tight. “Let’s just get it in a sling and we’ll be done.” He said as he grabbed a clean shirt and tore it into a long strip and turned it into a sling. “There, all done.” He gave her a smile, ignoring the searing pain in his side.

She looked At him with glazed eyes, “we make a right pair…” She muttered, only really half conscious
"I was supposed to so your stitches…"

"It’s fine, I’ll take care of it." He shrugged. "You’ve had a long day, you need your rest." He smiled at her. "Go to bed, I’ll wake you up in the morning." He said before grabbing a water bottle and putting it on the nightstand next to her bed.

"You need your sleep more than me… Blood loss takes precedence over a few broken bones. You go to bed, I’ll keep watch"

"Wake me up in three hours. We’ll switch." He compromised before giving in. He stripped his shirt off and took a quick look at the bandage that was now soaked with blood. With a sigh, he collapsed onto the bed and let his head sink into the pillow.

Natasha paced worriedly.
She was concerned about Clint. The blood loss had stopped and now it had started again…
She pressed some gauze up against the wound gently, before returning to her pacing.
If she sat down for too long she’d pass out…
Natasha dug around in the first aid kit, finding the equipment needed for a person to person blood transfusion, luckily they were the same blood type, and this little trick had saved both of their lives on more than one occasion
"Clint… Clint. Wake up"
She’d given him five hours, not three. He needed the rest; she needed him to be able to get the to the hospital eventually.

Clint’s eyes opened just a sliver. His eyes glazed over with fever. Infection had set in and his body was going into overdrive. “Tasha?” He asked, his eyes trying to focus on the person hovering over him.

"Oh fuck… Clint. I’m going to give you some blood, and then we need to her to the hospital okay, you need antibiotics…"
She hadn’t decided how she was going to get him there yet. She certainly couldn’t drive. And ideally they needed to avoid any unneeded attention…

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