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Tony froze in place when he walked in on Barton massaging Romanoff's bare legs. "I'll--"
"It's okay," Natasha said. "You were going to find out soon enough. I won't be able to hide it much longer."
"What are you hiding?" Tony asked.
Natasha put her hand on her belly.
"We're going to have a baby," Tony said, excitedly.
"I don't remember you being there," Clint said.
"Alright smart-ass," Natasha said, "you're going to be a daddy you need to learn to put a pin in it."
"What was I thinking?" Clint asked.
"You were thinking that Phil wanted to be a papa," Natasha said. "There isn't anything that you wouldn't have done for that man."
Clint wiped his hands on his jeans and then wiped the tears from his eyes. "What if I can't do this?" Clint said. "I am not daddy material. "Look where I came from."
"Phil had faith in you," Natasha said. "You need to have faith in yourself."
"You're the cellist," Tony said, suddenly having an epiphany.
"You're okay with us--"
"Barton, really, you're going to ask me that," Tony said.
"If you want us to go home," Clint said.
"This is your home," Tony said.