"Do you think they know that we are back?" Clint asks Natasha as they rode the elevator down to the shared living room and kitchen.

"We would not be very good spies if they knew we came back last night." She told him, leaning against the back wall of the steel box. Her husband pulling her from her thoughts of their honeymoon. For almost six weeks they lived on a beach in Mexico. They slept in hammocks on the beach, fishing every day, and being together without a pressing mission or their jobs pulling them in different directions.

The doors dinging announcing their arrival. She stepping on to the floor first. A wave of excitement covering her. It has been months since their team has been in one place all at once. Plus, Natasha and Clint are hiding their marriage from almost everyone, mostly from Tony. She didn't care if the whole team knew, she didn't like being tease by Tony. Whenever Tony gets the littlest information he becomes a dog with a bone and becomes nosy.

Taking a mental picture with her mind, seeing their whole team in one space at the same time.

Steve and Tony standing at the kitchen island looking over the tablet. Bruce and Pepper sitting at the dinning tabling both heads buried in their laptops.

"You two are back in time. We are heading out." Steve told them as they exited the elevator. Their team all look up, greeting them with smiles and Hellos.

"Where are we going?" Clint asking.

"Eastern Europe. We have hard confirmation that Von Strucker has been bunking there." Steve filling them in, using his fingers to scroll on the tablet in his other hand.

"How much time do we have?" Nat asking, watching Tony pack several snacks. Like he was going on a school trip.

"How was your vacation? Cap didn't six weeks to recover from his numerous gunshot wounds. " Tony already getting on Natasha nerves.

"Not everyone can be Captain American." She told Tony. Giving him a icy glare.

"It's not easy being me. But we are on a timeline. We roll out in 20." Steve told them in an overly commanding voice, before getting them a smile and heading towards the flight deck.

"Make sure to pack some beef jerky." Natasha told Tony as she follows Steve down the hallway with his head still ducked down looking at the tablet.

She wanted to talk to him. The last time she had seen him was when she was when she handed other the folder from her only contact left from Russia about the Winter Soldier or when she knew him James Barnes. She wanted to hear how he was doing, and if he had found anything out about James. Nat questioned if she should tell Steve about her marriage to Clint, but wasn't sure how he would feel about it. Especially now right before mission.

"Steve, doing ok? Sam still following you around like a lost puppy?" She asked him, with a half-smile crossing over her face.

"Sam is good. He is doing some work on the streets, you know following some leads. How was your trip?" Steve giving her a curious look.

"Good, it was much needed." Natasha being extra mysterious, mirroring his expression.

"It looks like you got some sun. Want to fill me in on anything?" Steve still trying to pry information from her. Steve changing his expression into a sympathetic one, his more caring one.

Her walls come down just like a water fall spilling over the edge, she has always known she could trust him and gives in. Looking around the hallway before spilling her guts like some school girl.

"Clint and I got... uh... married" She said under her breath, watching his expression.

His eyes growing larger and his expression went from caring to excitement.

"Steven Rogers, no one knows and you will not tell anyone." Natasha grabbing him by his bicep and bring his ear to her so her threat is heard.

"Congratulations Nat!" He says pulling her into a brotherly hug.

"Don't be so conspicuous. Someone is going to ask what's going on." Natasha patting him on the back, giving him the hint. Natasha not being one to hug anyone ever.

"I want to hear all about it after the mission. Then we can celebrate." He told her, releasing her from his hug.

"Tell me about the intel." Natasha told him overexcited.

Walking together on to the quinjet, Steve filled her in more about the mission. Him leading her towards the jets locker room where their extra uniforms and gear is stored. The smell of lead and bleach fill the room. Steve leaving her to make his final call before they departed. It was only a brief moment that she was alone in the locker room, quickly slipping out of the jean and gray shirt and into her slick black cat suit. Zipping the front of her uniform, the material tight around her hips and breast, more so than usual.

A soft sigh and the touch of a hand on the small of her back told her she wasn't alone in the locker.

Clint pressing harder on to her back, his front attaching himself to her side, as she turns her head from looking into her locker and now being face to face with him.

"Cap just winked at me." Clint began to telling her. "I thought we were going to keep this a secret." Molding his body to hers.

She didn't answer though, liking this pre-op attention. She leaning in and taking a hold of his bottom lip between her teeth.

"Mrs. Barton we need to prepare for mission." He mumbled with his lip being sucked on, before deeping their kiss. His tongue invading her mouth winning the domaince over her mouth. Snaking his arms around her and pulling her close to him.

"We do need to get ready. Just want to make sure Cap knew you were taken. He is the one winking at my husband." Natasha breaking their kiss. Clint chuckles slightly.

"Tony needs me to co-polit. Love you." He whispered into ear before taking in a deep breath of her scent and burying his nose into her hair. Before disappearing from her side. Briefing feeling completely alone. Trying not to let the feeling and the darkness with it, creep over her. Knowing how dangerous it is when the darkness begins pulling her down.

The sound of feet shifting from her left side, made her realize she wasn't alone.

"I didn't know you two... I am sorry I should have announced myself." Bruce mumbled on, clearly nervous of what he just witnesses.

Being caught off guard isn't something she was use too. Her years of training taught her, to act as if she had known he was there the entire time.

"Bruce don't worry, we should not be letting our personal affections occur before mission." Natasha apologizing to him, seeing how uncomfortable he was.

"Congrats?" Bruce offered with his head down and giving her a look over the brim of his glasses.

"Yes, thank you." Natasha realizing how much Bruce had overheard. Deciding it's better to go along with it then to make up something. 'If Tony is the last one to find out about the marriage it was be pretty humorous.' The thought occurs to her as she leaves the locker room, and hiding her normal jump, next to the computer monitors that run the quinjets weapons system.

Bruce coming to seat at the end of the row of jump seats she was sitting on. Tony and Clint sitting in the cockpit of the quinjet. Running preflight checks and preparing for take-off.

Steve standing at the neck of the plane overseeing everything Clint and Tony were doing.

"Will the God of Thunder be joining us?" Clint asked after a while departing from the Tower. Natasha not realizing that she had laid down on the bench seat with her legs folded up against her stomach and her arms being used as a pillow. She untangled herself from her sleeping state. Cat like she stretched out, arms pulling above her head, fingers extending wiggling them individually.

"I haven't heard from him. But prepare to not have him in the field." Steve directs them all. Steve still pacing the neck of the quinjet. His shield attached to his back. Hands on his hips, taking short strides. 5 steps then he turns around to take the 5 steps to the other end.

Bruce now sitting in the arm chairs in front of the monitors tucked into a book with his head phones on, probably preparing for the Code Green he could get during this mission.

Tony mindlessly talking, but she has no idea what about or really hearing him. She has learned how to tone him out after the years of working with him.

When she catches him staring at her. Those steel gray eyes locking on to hers. Watcher her, as she is watching her team mates. The intensity of the look he gives her, she could feel her whole body being pull towards him, without moving. Every part of her wants to feel him against her skin. She could see it in his eyes, she was the only person in the world, looking at her. She knew exactly what he was thinking, as if the words were written across his face, 'I love you.' Before his head pulls forward and he continuing the duty he was before. Taking a second to make her world stop by a simple look.

"10 mics out, gear up." Steve announced. Climbing to her feet, and pulling her hair from the messy bun that sat up top of her head. The red hair curling along her chin and above her shoulders. She clipped on her thigh holsters, to her suit and load both pistols as she tucks them on each leg. Slipping the gauntlets over her hands and onto her wrist, feeling them charge up as the rest of her suit does, with neon blue light that lines her suit.

The bow and arrow are placed next to her waist belt that holds the extra magazines for her pistols. He standing so close to her, making every hair on her body stand on edge. Knowing she could not given into her desire to touch him. She forcing herself to get into the mind set she needed to be in for this mission.

"Barton you have everything?" She asked in a curt tone.

Clint seeing what she was doing "Yea, Nat." He responded in the same tone.

Natasha doing everything she could to shut down her emotions, and everything that made her, Natasha. Transform herself into the assassin she was made to be. But with the time away and getting married, it was making it harder for her to pull her Black Widow mask on. Pushing aside all her feelings and personal connections, becoming numb. Though the magnetic pull of her body towards her partner and husband was hard to ignore.

The landing of the quinjet near the outpost of fortress, that Strucker is barricade in. The moment they stepping off the tail of the quinjet, the Hydra soldiers began firing at them. Natasha firing shots and taking one soldier after another down. Clint making a clear path to the trucks. When a blot of lightening came down and taking out one of the watch towers.

"Thor here." Clint called over comms. Clint climbing on the back of a truck while Natasha jumping into the driver seat. Plowing down the road with all the Avengers in tow. Taking cover behind the tree line, a bunker a few yards firing shots at them. Clint shooting arrows at the bunker trying to take down the soldiers that were firing at them. Natasha fighting off the soldiers that approached them on the field, fighting hand to hand and firing rounds after rounds at anyone that went near her husband. She was ignoring the conversation over the comms,. Though her heart beat pounding in her ears and her heavy breathing.

Then something happened and Clint was on the ground.

"Clint" She moves towards him.

Her world fell apart. "Clint's hit" She told the team through her comms. Biting down on her bottom lip and trying to rail in her emotions. "Could somebody deal with that bunker." She asked as she came to Clint side.

In the same moment The Hulk, or the less friendly side of Bruce Banner came crashing through the bunker destroying everything in it and around it.

"Thank you." She told, her cold heartless mask of the Black Widow gone and now kneeled the concern wife. She started applying pressure to his wound on his side. He continue to bleed through the gazes she had already put in place. Grabbing the antibiotic shot and injecting the neck needle in the base of his neck. Clint moaning in pain as she placed another set of gazes on top of the blood soaked ones, pressing hard to as a puddle began to form around her knees and his body.

"Clint's hit pretty bad, guys. We're gonna need evac." She called out, mentally pleading that she could get her husband medical attention.

A second later, Thor lands next to them. "Secure the site. I will take Clint back to the jet." He told her, scooping Clint's limp body into his arms and was off. Taking a couple shaky breathes, not allowing the tears that threaten the rim of her eyes to fall. Coming to her feet, trying to not look at the pool of blood that she stood in.

Surveying the area around the her and seeing that the Hydra soldiers were surrendering. The fight was over. Natasha finding a spot where she could zip tie the soldiers up. Sitting them in the circle and zip ties their hands together, with their hand interlock together. She continue to secure the site outside. All she could do was focus on the task at hand and not worry about Clint on the quinjet.

"Site secure out here." Natasha calling over comms.

"Get to Hulk, its time for a Lullaby." Steve ordering. Following the path of destruction, and finding the giant green friend of hers. Still taking out his rage of some trees and other greenery.

"Hey big guy, the sun is getting real low." Telling him, as she squatting down on the hill near him, so she was at eye level with him. First reaching her hand out to him, like they have done a thousand times before in practice. Hulk quickly starting to transforming into Bruce Banner once again. She leaving him and climbing up the hill and waiting for him.

The feeling of uncertainty starting to creep over her again, as her knotted stomach making her nauseous.

Steve and Tony giving the all clear and that they have what they needed, it was a release. She sprinted back to the quinjet.

Letting the worry flood back in her mind as she ran. Thor had Clint laying on the med bed, his vital signs displayed on the screen above him. Blood pressure is low but stable, pulse and his breathing both are fast. Clint is still passed out, Natasha seeing that an IV hadn't been started, she finding the saline IV bag and the IV. Turning over Clint's arm, where the crease of the elbow is facing up and rubbing the sensitive skin. Tying the rubber band tourniquet on the top of his bicep. Waiting for the Blueish vein to pop up under the skin. Then slowly gliding the needle into the vein. Taping off the IV on the skin and placing the tubing from the saline bag to the IV. Watching as the fluid slowly starts to move from the bag and into the body.

"I gave him something for the pain." Thor told her, carefully watching her as she works in silence.

"Good, he will sleep until we get back to the Tower. How much longer do you think Capt and Stark are going to be?" She didn't want to wait long for Clint to get the medical attention he needed.

It seems like a life time before Tony and Steve come back from the fortress with the staff that Stucker had been using for the human experiments. It doesn't belong on Earth or Midgard, Thor will be taking it back to Asgard when he returns home. Tony getting into the pilot chair, while Thor and Steve hovers over Clint. Natasha trying to remain seated near the head of the med bed, and watching the monitors. 'His vitals are good.' Natasha kept thinking to herself.

Once landing at the tower, Clint was the focus. His vital signs improving and Dr. Chang placing him under the arm of her invention, so his cells could start regenerating and he would heal himself.

"I'm thirsty." His weak rough voice said. Natasha seeing his gray eyes looking up at her. As Tony leaving Bruce's lab.

"You sure he's gonna be okay? Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together." She asking seeing how dope up her husband is, and taking the time play off her worry.

"Yes." Dr. Chang was had more to say, but Natasha didn't her any of it, she was just happy his was going to be fine.

"Your girlfriend won't be able to tell the difference." Dr. Chang finished explaining. Tony hand out the green juicing mixture he enjoys, while the others tolerate it.

"I don't have a girlfriend." Clint told the doctor, looking back up at Natasha as they shared their own inside joke.

"Miss. Romanoff are you ready for your post mission evaluation?" One of the medical aids ask.

She really didn't want to leave Clint side, but it would be a bigger deal if she refused.

Nodding, she touching his shoulder before leaving the lab. Tossing her drink in the nearest trash bin.

She following the aid down the hall to the private room. Knowing the routine, she closing the door behind her, and sat on the paper covering on top of the examination table. The medical aid begins with her vital signs. Then she retook the vital signs again, before having her lay down on the table and her feet up and leaving her pulse socks on her finger with the blood pressure cuff around her bicep.

This exam was a bit different, but usually Dr. Chang is the one doing her exam. She didn't mind that the aid was double checking, plus she was laying down. She closed her eyes and dozed off. Only waking when she heard the door close.

"Natasha, how are you feeling?" Dr. Chang now in the room with the nurse.

"Fine, no injuries. Just tired from the mission." She concern.

"Your mission took you to Germany. We aren't concern about you coming in contact with Ebola. But where were you the last six weeks?" she continue to question looking at the tablet in her hands.

"Mexico." Natasha told her, not wanting to give anything away.

"I see, we are going to run some labs to ensure you did contact anything while there. Your heart rate is elevated and we aren't sure why." Dr. Chang setting the tablet on the counter. "Also when was your last menstrual cycle?" She came over to the side of the exam table, placing her cold her hands at the corners of Natasha's jaw feeling around her neck.

Natasha thinking and began to panic. She could not remember when she had her period last. It was before they left for Mexico, sometime when she was in Washington.

"I am not sure. But it hasn't ever been consistent." She told the doctor, trying not to jump to the worst possible thought. Not even able to think of what could be happening in her body.

"I am going to run a pregnancy test just to be sure." Dr. Chang said.

Not able to come up with the words, she just laid there.

"We will run those test and let you know what we find out. But until then, no working out and relax." Dr. Chang told her, Natasha feeling like she was being held hostage.

"Doc, if I wasn't alone in Mexico, could the person I was with catch the same thing? A virus or something. " Natasha asks very nervously and in a quite tone.

"If that's the reason for the elevated heart rate, they could have." The responded with, while she prepares the several test tubes and the needle.

Still worried that her and husband could have picked up some type of a third world virus.

"Test Clint." Natasha told the doctor in her normal tone, while the doctor inserting the needle in her arm.

The dumbfound look that doctor gave her, did give Natasha little relief. Staring at the doctor, they had a silent understanding.

Returning to her room, with the thought linger in the for front of her mind, what could be happening inside of her body. Something that wasn't suppose to be there. Something she never thought would ever happen. Clint and her had talked about having children. But not now.

"Hey you." The weak voice of her husband calling her from her thoughts.

"How did you get up here?" She asks, seeing her husband laying in their bed.

"Cap." He told her. A picture of Captain America carrying her husband in his arms like a damsel.

Crawling over her husband to the opposite side of the bed, she aligned her body with his.

"How do you feel?" looking up at his ghostly face with the dark rings under her eyes. Stroking his hair back with her fingers.

"I don't feel anything. Except for what your doing. I like that." Clint told her in a sleepy quite voice.

"You, ok?" Clint asking.

"Yea, they are being extra careful. You had everyone worried." She explains. She didn't want to tell him anything until she knew for sure what the results were. She could not bare to think of says the words out loud to him. Not now when he is high on pain killers.

The soft slow breaths of her husband making her sleepy. Leaving her worry there and clinging close her husband. Wrapping herself around his arm, careful to not touch his torso and falling asleep with him.

The smell of musk, sweat and blood overwhelmed her senses. She was pinned down on the floor, but could not see her bindings. Everything was dark, and there was no sound. Trying to pull free from her tides. When there was a gut wrenching cry from a baby. A child being hurt and she had no way of helping it. She pulling and straining harder against her wrist and ankles, thrusting her body against the ground. Panic and worry filling her body trying to look for the child. But she could not speak. She grunted in frustration. The crying ringing in her ears. When the crying stop abruptly. Tears rolling down her face, she fearing the child was dead. Sobbing uncontrollable her sight was blurred. Not able to see anything, a force press against her, flattening her against the floor. When the dark hands of nothing close around her neck. Unable to move. Unable to cry out and breath. She accepted her fate. She always knew death was close. Her head pressing to the side, where in a bright light is the child. Standing alone, is a white cotton dress, with curly red hair and a blanket in hand. That imagine horrified her. Knowing that she was going to die and leave this little girl alone. The tears fell to the floor, as the force pressed harder against her throat as the darkness overcame her.

"Nat! Nat! Natasha wake up. NATASHA!" The yelling of her husband and the firm shaking he was giving her. Her mind taking long to catch up, her body wasn't pinned down anymore. Clint moving her whole body from his shaking.

"Your safe. Natasha your safe." He cooing her. Finally she opens her eyes, pushing away from him. Terrified about what she just seen and feeling like she was out of place.

"Natasha. Nat, your ok, your safe. You are here with me." Clint wincing as he moved with her, near the foot of the bed. Rubbing his hands over her clothed arms and reaching for her face. Her hair falling into her face. Clint tucking the lose strands of hair behind her ears. but she wasn't feeling his touch. All she could feel is the emptiness that was left from her dream.

Raising her head up, meeting his worried dark sliver eyes.

"Baby, your ok." Clint told her. Staring deep in to his eyes, realizing that the little girl had his eyes. The child in her nightmare was theirs.

Her stomach turns upside down. She leaps off the bed and sprints to the bathroom. Kneeling in front of the toilet. Emptying everything from her stomach. Resting her arm across the ring of the toilet and placing her head down on top of it, while she continue to dry heave.

The faucet began running from behind her, then Clint was hovering over her, placing a cold wash cloth on the back of her neck. Gathering her hair out of her face and holding it back.

Flushing the toilet, she sat back against the counter. Clint taking the seat next to her, making loud groans in pain. Using the wash cloth to wipe her face and mouth.

Clint sat there with her in silence.

When her stomach lurched again. She threw herself at the toilet, throwing up again the remaining bile in the bowl. Clint kneeling besides her pulling her hair back, away from her face.

Rubbing her back, the secret she was keeping, was not going to be kept much longer.

Flushing the toilet again, and closing the lid. The coolness of the porcelain ease her shaky breaths. Laying her head on top of it.

The faucet sill running being the background noise to her sickness. The wet wash cloth appearing on her neck.

"Jesus Clint! I need some FUCKING space." Natasha yelling, as she stood up. The familiar feeling of be held hostage. Her catsuit making her feel like she is being suffocated. Unzipping the front of her uniform, walking deeper into the bathroom. Clint taking the step back and leaning against the door frame. Kicking out of her legs of her uniform and unhooking her bra, tossing it on the ground. Picking up a shirt from the laundry bin, not caring if it was clean or dirty, looping it over her head.

Her stomach doing another roll, hoping to not throw up again. Cupping the water that ran from the faucet she splashing water against her face. Then rinsing her mouth out.

"Go away." She growled at him.

"Nope. In sickness and health." He told her remaining her of their wedding vows. "If you have a concussion, we shouldn't have fallen asleep."

"Its not a concussion, I wasn't injured yesterday."

Her stomach flips again, pulling the lid open and tossing the very little from her stomach into the bowl. Clint leaning over her and helping her. She knows he is only trying to help. Flushing the toilet, laying her down on the ring, afraid to move again.

"I might be pregnant." She said, not lifting her head from the toilet. She could feel Clint still behind her. Time stood still with her words linger in the air between them.