I still believe in heroes

[A drabble based on a role play scenario by me (natasharomanoffrp) and dontcallmelegolas]

Twins... They were having twins... Well that certainly hadn’t been planned... 

Clint and Natasha were sat in a meeting with Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson and approximately twenty other Shield agents discussing various things Natasha wasn’t bothering to listen to. She was too focused on not throwing up...

The morning sickness was unbearable, and hadn’t settled for the day, like she’d hoped it might, in time for their weekly meeting. Natasha could feel Clint’s eyes on her, though she was careful to avoid looking over. 

She was beginning concede defeat to lose her battle with nausea, when the mention of her name drew her attention back to the meeting...

     ‘...asha?’

“Hum..?” Natasha glanced to Clint who shook his head as Coulson summarised the past twenty minutes; “We need you to go to Sudan, Natasha. We have a mission for you” 

“Oh... I c-” she faltered at the sudden return of overwhelming nausea 

“She can’t...” Clint interrupted. “It’s out anniversary next week, we have plans...”  

Fury sighed from beside Coulson while Maria was quick to move the meeting on. “Rogers can go in her place, and the next point to discuss is...”

Natasha shot her partner a thankful glance and went back to focusing on her breathing. She was more than uncomfortable; it was too warm, though she couldn’t remove her jacket. The lose fit covering the obvious tight fit of her shirt and pants... They wouldn’t be able to keep it hidden for much longer...

Her focus worked well enough, until one of the junior interns arrived with coffee for everyone. It was one of the biggest problems at home; the smell of coffee always made her sick, and Clint was barely human without it. 

Without a word, Natasha slipped out of the room and made it to the bathroom before she was sick. Though all eyes went to Clint for him to explain his partners sudden absence. He decided to go with the truth... Mostly...

“She’s, er- not feeling too good... After all this time, my cooking still makes her ill...” he joked lightly, before getting up from his seat. “I’ll just go see if she’s okay...”

Clint left the room but heard the door swing open again behind him, turning, he saw Phil follow him out of the meeting. 

“Barton? Your anniversary?..”

“Yes, Sir. We have plans; flights, hotel, restaurant. The whole thing”

“Your anniversary is in December, Barton...” Phil commented, and when the archer didn’t reply he spoke on; “Congratulations, and I hear ginger helps for morning sickness”