Three months later

Tasha walked into the kitchen to find Clint sitting on the counter, eating candy sticks at four in the morning. "Clint, why are you eating candy at four in the morning?" She asked while yawning. Clint shrugged and continued eating. "I was hungry and wanted candy, so here I am...tada" he exclaimed quietly.
Tasha giggled a bit and stood between his legs "how's your wrist?" She asked. Clint looked at his purple cast, signed by the team and little scribbles by the girls "alright, I guess". Tasha brought her hand up to is cheek "couldn't sleep I'm guessing".

Clint leaned into her touch and made a small smile "ding ding ding, we have a winner, oh" he jumps and his hand goes straight to his bump. Tasha furrows her brows "what?" "The baby, it kicked, oh oh, you gotta feel this" he exclaimed. Tasha slid her hand onto his lower abdomen feeling it kick again "wow" "yeah, wow" Clint yawned. Tasha kissed the tip of his nose "c'mon mister, you're coming back to bed" she said, helping him off the counter "yes your majesty".

~~~~~~~four hours later~~~~~~~

Tasha rolled over and opened her eyes. Her first sight was Clint's messy blonde hair and cute asleep smile. She reached her hand out and stroked his cheek "good morrrning" Clint dragged out as he opened his eyes "morning baby" she beamed. Clint slowly sat up and winced as his stiff muscles stretched and loosened up. "Awww, you okay baby?" Tasha asked him and gently massaged his shoulders. Clint hummed in comfort "mmmm, I don't wanna get up, can we stay in bed?" Clint
Asked, still half asleep. Tasha giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before getting out of bed "sorry baby, I gotta get up, I got some training to do with a few other agents" "but-" "don't worry, y'need me, just get Jarvis to call for me".

Clint pouted and made grabby hands, whining like a dog "I'll give you my laptop, try and get some sleep, love you" she rushed once she's gotten dressed in some leggings and a baggy black T-shirt. She gave him another kiss and placed the laptop on the bed beside him "my password is blackwidow4eva756, love ya baby". Clint nodded "love ya too" and Tasha left. Clint sighed and logged into the laptop "and let the day begin".

To tasha

"You gotta keep your guard up" Tasha warned as she helped agent 13 up for the fourth time after pinning her. Agent 13 rolled her eyes and jabbed at her "y'know, this would be easier of you weren't so *grunt* strong". Tasha flicked her hair and handed the agent a water bottle "here, take a break, you need it"
She said with a giggle. The agent groaned in return and sat on a bench "maybe I need to cut down on the pizza".

To Clint

"Mugh, I'm soooo bored" Clint whined and shut the laptop. He pushed it aside and threw off the covers "I'm hungry". Just as he stood up, a pain shot across his stomach. He gasped and went to sit back down on the bed but totally missed, semi sitting on the floor and semi sitting on a pillow that fell off the bed. He took a deep breath and clutched at the blanket "Jarvis" he called through gritted teeth. "Yes sir?" "Can you please get tasha for me, ow ow, hurry" he cried "right away sir, deep breaths" Jarvis replied. Clint shut his eyes tightly took deep breaths.

To tasha

"You can always come in here to train when you want y'know" tasha told the agent. The agent nodded and took a swig from her water bottle "miss Romanov, Mr Barton needs you, it's important"
Jarvis announced. Tasha put down her water and made her way to Clint's room.

She knocked on the door "Clint?, Clint I'm coming in" she warned and entered the room. Clint gasped again and bit down on his lip. Tasha knelt infront of him and placed both her hands on his stomach "darling, what happened?" She asked in a soft tone. Clint put his hands over hers and took a sharp intake of breath "I-I don't know, I just went to *deep breath* to stand up and, *deep breath* and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, it hurts so bad, make it stop pleeaasse" he cried. Tasha rested Clint's head on her shoulder and rubbed his back "shhhh, it's okay, Jarvis tell Bruce to ready the lab, something's wrong with either Clint or the baby and I want to check if everything's okay" "of course miss Romanov" Jarvis replied.

Tasha carefully helped him up and walked him to Bruce's lab. Bruce opened the door and catched Clint as he practically collapses in his arms. "I gotcha, let's lay you down here, careful now" Bruce said and layed Clint on a white bed. Clint's eyes widen he felt something between his legs, he brought his shaking hand into view and saw blood "Bruce, what happened?"
He asked, worry laced into his voice. Bruce was frantically checking him over and looking at the computer screens "I don't know, Clint I need you to stay calm".

Clint's breathing quickened "stay calm!?, how the fuck do you expect me to stay calm!?" He yelled and tasha rubbed calming circles on his stomach "tasha, what's going on?" He asked again, much quieter this time. Tasha looked to Bruce and he shrugged "I don't know baby, Bruce is trying to find out what's wrong, everything will be fine" she reassured. Clint closed his eyes and let more tears flow "alright Clint, Jarvis is gonna take a scan of the baby to check it's healthy, okay jay, go 'head" Bruce told Jarvis "right away sir".

Tasha held Clint's hand and ran her free hand through his messy hair "everything will be alright baby" she whispered. Clint managed a small smile "*sniff* I love you nat" "I love you too Clint". Bruce exhaled and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose "okay, because of the physical and emotional stress you have been going through lately, the baby hasn't been dealing with it well and the bleeding was caused by the baby stressing out, the baby's completely fine and healthy now, but to make sure nothing else happens, I want you to take it easy, no stressing out, don't be standing up for too long or carrying anything heavy, otherwise you'll get dizzy and possibly cause damage to you and or the baby" Bruce explained.

Clint nodded and closed his eyes as his vision became blurry. He felt a hand run through his hair and caress his cheek "Clint, Clint, stay with me Clint, can you hear me?, Clint" Tasha called. Clint tried to speak then everything went black.

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Just to let you know, I was to lazy to write about them taking the cast off, so basically his wrist is healed but still weak. There ya go, enjoy the rest of the story.