Marvel Cinematic Universe Reader Inserts

“Overall, you’re an excellent candidate for this procedure,” the doctor said as she sat down at her desk across from you. “You’re in great health. Your age does present a slight risk, but all that really means is that we’ll monitor you a little more closely. I can give you some information to take home about the donor selection process—“

“No,” you interrupted. “No, I already have someone in mind. I just have to figure out how to ask him.”

—————-

“Hey, Cap,” You said as you walked into the Avengers’ training facility’s kitchen. “You seen Clint around?”

“He said something about doing a little target practice. He might still be down there.”

“Thanks.”

You took a deep breath and tried to organize your thoughts as you walked out to the shooting range. Even before you’d made a final decision, you knew that if you went through with this Clint would be your first choice. You just weren’t sure how he was going to respond to your request. It was an enormous favor to ask. But, no matter what his answer, you weren’t going to let this come between you. The pair of you had been partners and best friends for far too long to let that happen.

When you reached the range, you stood back and watched him in silence for a few minutes. He really was, without a doubt, the greatest man you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. Sure, he wasn’t a genius like Tony, or as strong as Thor, and Steve...well, Steve was Steve...but Clint was able to be so many things while still feeling so human and so real. He had common sense, a straightforward way of looking at the world, and that dry sense of humor you had always loved so much.

“Hey, baby, you back from the city already?” Clint asked when he finally noticed that you had snuck up on him.

“Yeah. You got a minute? I’d like to talk to you about something.”

“Sure,” he replied, setting his bow down. “What’s up?”

“I—um—I had a doctor’s appointment today,” You began uncertainly, crossing your arms across your chest. You faltered as you looked into his eyes. There really was no easy way to say it.

Misunderstanding your hesitation, Clint moved towards you and started rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“You’re upset,” he stated. “What’s wrong? Is it—I mean—you’re okay, right?”

“Of course I am. She told me I was in great shape,” you said, suddenly feeling calmer as you watched the relief spread over his face.

“Good, then what did you want to talk to me about?” he asked.

“I’ve decided that I want to be artificially inseminated.”

“What?”

“I’m not twenty five anymore, Clint. Hell, I’m not thirty five anymore. I can’t keep waiting around for Mr. Right. I want to have a baby.”

“That’s—“ you watched as he stumbled around for a response. “That’s great news. You’re going to make a great mom, and you know I’ll be there for both of you every step of the way.”

“Well that’s really what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, I don’t want to play the lottery when I got a sure thing right in front of me. What I mean is, would you be my donor? I know it’s a huge thing to ask, and if you say ‘no’ I’ll completely understand. You can take all the time you need to think it over.”

“I don’t need any time. I already know my answer. I’d be honored,” he said, giving you a sweet smile.

“Oh, Clint,” you said, wrapping your arms around him while your eyes started to tear up. “Thank you.”

When you pulled back, you quickly wiped your eyes and said, “You’ll need to go with me for the next appointment. She’ll talk to you about the donation process and tell you everything that’s involved.”

“I think I’ve already got that part down pat,” he said with a chuckle.

You stared at him and added, “I don’t know how to tell you how much this means to me. I want you to know that whatever level of involvement that you want to have is fine with me. I know you’ve always talked about wanting to be a dad, but this probably isn’t how you imagined it—“

“Hey,” he interrupted, “you’re my best friend. I trust you with my life everyday. How could my kid do any better than that?”

Brushing one of his fingers across your cheek, he added, “You’re not the only one betting on a sure thing.”

———————

“So, when are we going to tell them?” Clint asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Let’s do it tonight. Now that we know that the baby’s fine, there’s no reason not to,” you answered while you stared at the picture of the ultrasound. “I’ll call Natasha and see if she can get everybody over to the facility for dinner. How do you think they’ll take the news?”

“They’re going to be thrilled.”

“Do you think they’ll be surprised? Or am I showing too much?”

“They’ll be surprised. And, for the record, you look beautiful,” he said, shocking you. It wasn’t that Clint had never complimented you before; it had just never felt the way it did in that moment.

“Thanks,” You said quietly, turning to look out of the car window. Unsure of what else to say, the pair of you spent the rest of the trip in silence.

—————

Dinner had barely begun when Tony asked, “So, we heard that the point of this family dinner is that someone has some big news to share with us?”

“Well, we were going to wait until after dinner, but we might as well tell you all now,” you said.

Looking over to Clint for reassurance, you took a deep breath to steady yourself before saying, “I’m pregnant.”

You looked out over your group of dearest friends to find them staring at you with blank, confused expressions.

“I’m sorry, what?” Tony asked.

“I’m—I’m pregnant,” you repeated. “Well, we are,” you added, motioning to Clint.

That still didn’t get a reaction out of your friends.

“I’m guessing you guys are really surprised, huh?” You asked, faltering under the awkward silence.

“It’s just...not what we were expecting,” Natasha replied. “Oh my god,” she finally said with a raised voice, “What am I doing? My two best friends are having a baby and I’m just sitting here like an idiot. Congratulations!” Then she hopped up, hurried over, and gave you a tight hug.

“You’re having a baby!” She said again. “I can’t believe it!”

“Congratulations,” Steve said, taking Natasha’s place and also giving you a hug. “To both of you.”

“Thanks, Cap,” Clint replied as Steve slapped him on the shoulder.

The pair of you accepted your congratulations from each of your friends in turn. When Sam made his way to you, he said, “We didn’t even know you two had finally decided to become a thing. It’s about time.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and in the back of your mind you couldn’t help but wonder if Clint was experiencing the same sensation.

“Oh, we aren’t a thing,” you almost stuttered. “I was artificially inseminated and Clint was my donor.”

The confused expressions and awkward silence returned. Somewhere in the background, you heard Thor ask, “They did what?”

—————-

“I’m not quite sure I understand how you got pregnant,” Thor said as he sat across from you in the living room.

“Well,” you started, but you were interrupted by Sam who said, “Barton,” then he made a pumping motion with his fist, “into a cup and then they...inserted his stuff into y/n.”

“Sounds like they skipped all the fun parts to me,” Bucky mumbled from the recliner.

“I don’t know,” Loki began as he sat down next to you. “She managed to dodge actually having to have sex with Barton. I always said she was a clever girl.”

“Very funny,” Clint said when he entered the room. “I don’t seem to recall her asking you for a donation.”

“That’s probably because she wanted her child to have a normal life. Who better for that than an exceedingly average and boring man like you?”

“It’s more likely that she just didn’t want a kid with homicidal impulses and daddy issues.”

“What happens if they give you the wrong...sample?” Thor asked suddenly.

“It’s a very reputable place, Thor. I’m sure that type of thing doesn’t happen,” you answered.

“No, Thor’s got a point,” Sam interjected. “It all looks the same. Slap the wrong label on the cup and next thing you know you’re getting stuff from a forty year old guy who spends all his time playing Dungeons and Dragons in his mom’s basement.”

“Or it could be like I saw on tv,” Bucky said. “There was this good looking redhead who was pregnant, and for some reason they thought that she was really carrying an alien baby. Then, and I’ll admit I was kind of confused by this point, they thought it might have been an experimental super soldier baby.”

“Are you talking about Scully?” you asked.

“See,” Sam said, “your baby might turn out to be an X-file.”

Getting off the couch, you said with a sigh, “Well that’s the only way he’d ever fit in around here.”

—————-

“May I come in?” Clint asked through your bedroom door.

“Sure.”

“You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I just felt like lying down for awhile.”

Sitting down on the bed beside you, Clint said, “You know the guys were just teasing earlier, right? Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Oh, I know better than to take anything they say seriously. I was thinking about something else.”

“Mind if I ask what?”

Actually, you did mind. You were thinking about what Sam had said about it being about time that you and Clint got together. Did all the Avengers feel that way? If so, was it based on vibes that you were putting out? There had always been something deeper than friendship living beneath the surface of your relationship with your partner. It was surely part of the reason why you wanted him to be the father of your child. But, did he know that? If he didn’t, and he was to learn of it now, how would it change things between you?

“Are you alright?” Clint asked, drawing you from your thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’ll try to get some sleep now. I’m kind of tired. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh okay, well goodnight, baby,” Clint said, gently resting his hand on yours before getting up and heading towards the door.

“You know, it’s been a long time since you called me that,” you said with a note of fondness in your voice.

“Yeah, I guess it has been. Goodnight, y/n.”

—————

“There’s no reason for you not to go on the mission, Clint. The baby isn’t due for another week and I feel fine.”

“You feel fine now, but what if something happens and you need me but I’m not here.”

“It’s not like I’ll be by myself. There’s always someone around this place. Besides, I haven’t had the luxury of being by myself in over a month,” you added with a huff.

Clint and the rest of the team had been amazing throughout the course of your pregnancy, but all that attentiveness could get downright maddening after awhile. A little peace and quiet now and then had most certainly become a thing of the past.

“If you feel better to stay behind, then stay behind. But, I think it would do you good to get out for a bit.”

They weren’t expecting this mission to be a particularly dangerous one. Actually, in terms of avenging, it would even be considered routine. You really did believe that it would be good for Clint to spend some time thinking and doing something not related to you and the baby.

“Alright, I’ll go. But only if you promise me that you’ll hold that kid in until I come back,” he said.

“I’ll do my best, Hawkeye.”

He took your head in his hands and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Be careful,” you whispered.

“I will be. I got two reasons now.”

Then he bopped you on the nose with his index finger and headed out the door.

——————

“Of all people to be left behind on this mission,” you thought to yourself as you knocked on his door at 3 A.M.

“Who is it?” he eventually growled from the other side.

“It’s y/n. Who else would it be? Open the door. I need you.”

Much more quickly than you had expected, the door opened to reveal Loki. He had obviously been in a deep sleep, but in spite of that, his eyes were now wide open and fully alert.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I think it’s time.”

“But, you aren’t due for another week!”

“Try telling the kid that!”

“Of course, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “What do you need me to do?”

“I don’t think there’s time for an ambulance to get here. You’ll have to drive me to the hospital. Do you even know how to drive?”

“In theory, but I’ve never actually done it.”

“Well, I know how to give birth, in theory, but I’ve never actually done it either. I guess this will be a learning experience for both of us.”

—————

“You were supposed to wait for your father to get here,” you cooed as you bounced your newborn son in your arms. “He might ground you for this.”

“If I remember right, holding him in was your responsibility, not his,” Clint said from the doorway to your hospital room.

“All I agreed to do was try.”

Clint walked over to the side of the bed and stared down at the little bundle in your arms. You smiled at his awed expression as he looked upon your little miracle for the first time.

“You ready to hold him?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

He sat down on the bed beside you and, ever so gently, took him into his arms. He got that panicked look on his face when your son moved and made a little sound.

“It’s alright. He’s just stretching,” you reassured him.

“He’s perfect,” Clint said. “He looks just like his mama.”

“It’s funny. I was sitting here thinking how much he reminded me of you.”

“You know, I’ve never been more scared than when Loki called me and told me you had gone into labor.”

“Imagine how it was for me. I had to ride with a man who kept confusing the gas with the brake,” you said, earning a chuckle from Clint.

“I guess I’ve been scared through this whole process,” he said.

“Of what?”

“The possibility...what would happen to us if we tried to become more than what we are now. I know you’ve thought about it too.”

“I have.”

“What did you decide?”

In response to his question, you slowly ran your fingers through his hair to the back of his neck. Then you pulled him forward just enough for your lips to meet his. It was a soft kiss, but it answered every question that you’d ever had about the two of you.

When you parted, you said, “Maybe that Mr. Right that I said I was tired of waiting for couldn’t show up because he was already hanging around.”

“It’s funny,” he said copying your earlier statement with a smile, “I was sitting here thinking the same thing.”