“You’re sure?” Clint asks, staring at the test in his hands. “It’s mine? You’re certain?”

He’s dreamed of being a father. Just… with someone else. You were fun meant to make him forget about his divorce. He cares about you, you’ve been friends for years, but you’re not Bobbi.

He runs a hand down his face. “What do you want to do?” he asks, trying to keep his cool. You’re stressed enough. Clint wants to help, even if he doesn’t know what to say.