Marvel Imagines

Clint

Dedicated to @Natolanis

(A/N: sorry it's been a while. senior season is hectic and corona has made it worse. thank you for all the support, the comments are my favorite!)

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You never thought this could happen. Conceiving children has been a struggle for you, yet you never knew why. The hardships of it has taken a huge toll on your mental health, and your friends and family have been trying desperately to help you.

You've always told yourself that there is always light at the end of the tunnel, but every time something bad is always there instead.

And you've been gifted something bad again. "God damn this flu." You mumble after you wipe your mouth with a wet cloth.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay in there honey?" Clint Barton, your fiancé speaks from outside the bathroom door.

"Babe, I keep throwing up. How much worse can it get?" You sigh holding back tears. You just want to go back to sleep, but every time you're about to drift off- a wave of nausea hits and you have to sprint back to the bathroom.

"Maybe it was the fried donuts you had last night for desert?" Clint questions as he creaks the door open to get a glimpse of your pale body leaned against the toilet.

"Honey you look.... wonderful." Clint runs a hand over your sweaty face.

"Mm. Thanks- now get me some pickles and pretzels so I can feel better." You stand up to walk back to bed.

He raises an eyebrow, "Interesting... but I'll be back- don't move!"

"Where else can I go? Hell?" You suppress a laugh thinking that it was quite funny.

Clint walks back in with your preferred snacks then he leaves to do some paper work with Bruce.

You sit in silence on your messy bed, the darkness swallowing you whole as the door closes.

The snacks bring you comfort at the thoughts that rip at your heart.

You and Clint have been fighting over... wanting children. You've been trying for the past few months and nothing is working.

Your eyes swell with tears as you let out a silent sob. "Why can't I do this? It shouldn't be so hard!"

You place a hand on your stomach wishing there was a life growing inside, but the haunting thoughts of being worthless take over.

As you take another bite of your pickle you ponder over the sickness that has taken over your body.

Natasha and Sam soon walk into your room unannounced. "Get up." Sam says and opens the bathroom door.

"What?" You ask shocked at the random outburst of your friends.

"Clint said you're throwing up and eating pickles and pretzels." Natahsa speaks up and hands you a box.

You stand and grab the box. It holds two pregnancy test. "It's not gonna be the outcome I want guys. It never is." You sigh.

"Just do it (Y/N)." Sam pushes you inside the bathroom gently.

"Guys, I'm already having a bad day... please don't make me do this-"

"(Y/N)... please just do it." They both say simultaneously.

Your heart feels a little warm when you see their soft expressions. Will this finally happen?

"Alright fine." You walk inside and do as the box says. You sit on the edge of the tub and wait.

"You good?" Sam says as he sees it's been fifteen minutes. "I know it shouldn't be this long for the results."

"I-I can't look at it." You say with your head in your hands.

"God damn it, (Y/N). I promise you, look at it. It all adds up!" Natasha pleads through the crack of the door.

Your mind racks for a rebuttal, you don't want to be let down again. "Natasha.."

"Look at it you stubborn bitch!" Natasha bangs on the door. "Please..." Her voice almost a whisper.

You slowly stand and hover over the two pregnancy sticks. Your eyes travel from the mirror down to them and they read...

Positive.

Your heart swells. It's positive... It's positive!

"Oh my god!" You sob out. "Oh my god!!"

"(Y/N)?" You now hear Clint's voice outside the door.

"Clint!" Your eyes have fountains of tears falling down. The light... It's finally here.

"(Y/N)! I'm opening the door now." He says a bit concerned. As the door opens he sees your standing figure holding two pregnancy tests.

"What does it say..." He whispers.

"We- we are having a baby!!" You choke out.

"R-Really?!" He's bewildered, but tears rim his eyes.

You nod your head. "Yes, finally. We are going to have our own baby, Clint. I'm so sorry it's taken this long..." You drop them on the counter.

"Don't you ever, EVER, apologize for not having a baby sooner. I have never blamed you. We have one now, so let's relish in the time that we have now because it's happening." He pulls you into a hug.

"Ohmygod, Clint..." You whisper.

"What? Am I not speaking- as you say- straight facts?" He chuckles and hugs you closer to him, holding the pieces of you together.

"The light at the end of the tunnel has finally come, and I'm so happy." You look up at him with teary eyes.

He wipes them away and kisses your lips. "My family... Our family..." He mumbles.

Sam coughs. "So uh, is the wedding gonna have to be post-poned?"

Natasha slaps his arm, "Shut up."

You laugh, "Yeah, I probably won't fit into my wedding dress by the time it actually happens."

Clint nods. "Then we will wait."

You smile, "Yeah. We will."

"Then we will be a happy family... I'll have my wife and my child..." He gazes into your eyes, lost in them smiling like a love sick puppy.

"Yeah, I'm going to be married to you, Mr. Barton."

"We shall wait."