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Title: Thin Pink Line
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
Rating: PG
Complete: No
Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: Clint admits something to Darcy, and informs his partner of their news. Darcy and Natasha have a chat.

Warnings: Contains talk of assault in later chapters, as well as child abuse.

Notes:Thank you to those of you who are still reading. I've been made an Auntie which is a wondrous experience, so this is written for my best friend and her little one, Zoe.

To ibonekoen, the Clint to my Darcy. You're the best.

Previous Chapters

Darcy curled up on the bed, burying her face in Clint’s neck she closed her eyes with a bit of a sigh. She felt exhausted, not just because of her state of being but because of how much she’d had to explain, and there was still Natasha and Thor.

“What will Tasha think?” She mumbled into his skin, eyes remaining closed.

Clint tensed a little, drawing a breath in and letting it out slowly. “I can never say with her, jealousy might be a big one.”

“Jealousy?” Darcy asked him, frowning.

“She had a baby once,” Clint stroked his hand up and down her back.

Darcy tensed this time, expecting the worse. “Did he or she die?”

“No one knows...” Clint gently urged her to lift her head and stared into her eyes. “She only remembered giving birth after...a time. A little girl. The Red Room took her from jealousy...sadness...”

Darcy nodded her head, swallowing heavily. She couldn’t deny that she was jealous of Natasha at times. The other woman had pieces of Clint that she would never be able to touch and sometimes it got to her. But now, she felt a kinship she had before.

“How do you think we should tell her then?” Darcy asked him, licking her bottom lip quickly.

Clint let out a sigh she felt pass through his whole body and shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know. With her it’s usually better to be straight forward, after all none of the women who live in this Tower like to be treated like glass dolls.”

“True, do you want me to be there?” Darcy kissed his cheek gently, unable to believe this man, who was so hard, and so able to turn off all his emotions was so affectionate with her.

“If you want to be there,” Clint replied, shifting around a little bit he rubbed his forehead and sighed.

“I think, I will leave it to you, she’s your best friend,” Darcy said, even though the words sounded strange on her tongue.

Clint nodded his head and kissed her forehead before reaching to turn the light off. “I think it’s time for bed though, I’ll talk to Tash in the morning.”

Darcy nodded, trusting him in a way she’d never trusted anyone to take care of it and of her.


Natasha glanced up as Clint entered the shooting range, his bow slung over one shoulder. “Good morning,” she greeted, continuing to piece her gun together, hands stroking the smooth metal.

“Good morning,” Clint replied, setting his bow down carefully he made sure it was strung correctly before dropping his quiver on the table. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Natasha looked amused, tilting her head to the side as she stared at him. “And yourself?”

Clint chuckled softly. “I am good, terrified but good.”

Natasha’s amused look slid away, replaced by one of anxiousness. She stepped forward, her gun pressed into her palm. “Is it Loki?” She asked.

Clint barked out a laugh, “Compared to what I am about to embark on, mission-wise, Loki is a piece of cake.”

Natasha frowned a little bit, licking her bottom lip quickly she set her gun back down, shoulders dropping slightly. “I wasn’t aware you were embarking on a mission anytime soon, in fact I thought Coulson forced you into down time.”

“Well yeah, I am, not that that’s a sore point or anything,” Clint mumbled, fingers plucking his bow string.

“Would you explain, please,” The words were polite but Natasha’s tone were anything but.

Clint dragged a hand through his hair, “Normally people don’t tell anyone this soon, but I figure. You’re my...partner, and Darcy is my...”

“Girlfriend,” Natasha glanced at him, puzzlement on her face, replaced by a dawning realization. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh what?” Clint asked.

“You’re engaged.”

“No, no we’re not,” Clint shook his head. “She wouldn’t say yes even if I asked right now.”

“She is having your child then,” Natasha said in a measured tone. “That is good news, no?”

Clint laughed, a relieved sound and jerked his head in a nod. “I’m terrified, but yeah, it’s good news. I mean I’ll have the chance to get something right, ya know?”

“You’ve done a lot right, Barton, and I’m certain you will make a good father,” Natasha told him firmly, reaching out almost hesitantly to squeeze his shoulder. “And Darcy a good, if not very interesting mother.”

Nodding his head, Clint licked his lips, feeling like his throat was dry. “I can’t fuck it up, you know?” He asked her, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not like any of us are the product of excellent parents, and we’ve turned out alright, haven’t we?”

Natasha tilted her head from side to side, making a noise of agreement. “Let’s hope your child turns out better than us, why don’t we?”

“Probably a good idea, he or she will definitely be well protected, if nothing else,” Clint said as he prepped his bow and aimed at the target.

“I can only imagine what would happen if someone tried to hurt the little one,” Natasha commented lightly.

Clint’s arrow hit the target dead centre. “Yeah, me too.”


Darcy sipped the tea Coulson had made her, sitting on the couch she didn’t even noticed when Natasha entered the room, the cup almost making it’s way to the carpeted floor as the woman just appeared at the end of the couch.

“Holy shit,” Darcy pressed a hand to her chest, shaking her head. “You are going to have to teach me how to do that, it’ll come in handy when...” She trailed off.

“When the little one is born?” Natasha asked, a small, almost serene looking smile on her face.

“Yeah, when the baby comes,” Darcy touched her stomach, still hardly able to believe there was something alive inside of her.

“A true gift,” Natasha told her, her voice a little bit softer, and a little bit sadder.

“I know, believe me, I know. I didn’t think I would ever be a mother...but...”

“It feels right to you? It does to some women, not to myself, not now, but I wish you the utmost happiness,” Natasha told her, smiling once again just slightly.

Darcy nodded her head. “I think that you will make a fantastic Auntie Tasha.”

“I will certainly try,” Natasha vowed, glancing at the television. “I’ll leave you to your movie, but should you need anything...anything at all, or if you need me to get Barton to stop hovering over you as I know he does.”

“I’ll come see you,” Darcy replied with a quick smile, feeling some sort of bond with Natasha that she hadn’t before. “You’re more than welcome to watch this with me, if you’d like,” she gestured to the television.

Natasha settled in on the couch a little more. “I’ve never seen it, so I think I’ll stay,” she shot Darcy a small smile before they both turned to the screen and were drawn in by the tale of a girl, and her pirate.


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