note: this is a different maria then in the other chapter, that maria was a character from avengers, this maria is a character i made up. sorry if it's confusing 

 "Can you hold her for a bit? I'll be right back." Pepper handed her daughter to Clint.

Maria Stark was adorable. Clint was so afraid he'd drop her, he didn't trust himself to hold such a fragile little human.

"You want to hold her?" he asked Natasha. "I don't trust myself."

"I don't think I—" Natasha stopped, in awe of the baby in her arms.

She held the baby's hand, it was so small and soft. She compared the size of her hand with the baby, and Maria gurgled happily. Natasha looked at Clint, wonderstruck. Natasha held so much potential in her arms. She looked at the small child, and suddenly a fierce desire burned inside her.

She looked at Clint, he was looking at her with so much love. "I can't have children," she confessed. She could feel tears brimming in her eyes.

"We don't need to. Anyway, we could always adopt. God, we're not even married." He wiped the tears from her face with his thumb.

She looked at the little girl in her arms. She held the little hand, and kissed the little forehead.

"I know we don't need to," she said. "But sometimes I want to." 

Author's note: The end! Thank you all so much for reading, voting, and commenting! I never expected to get 2.2K reads on this story! Wow. Don't worry, I'll be posting the first chapter to a new Clintasha one-shot collection--Colors-- sometime today. If you have any fan fiction ideas for me to write, or you want to cry about Clintasha with me, just message me :) Thank you all so much!