"I figured that in. But it should, with the right modifications. I'm arranging to take a tattooing class, so I can do it myself. The ink will have to be rather special, and we want to make sure this doesn't get messed up." He hated the idea of doing it, but he would rather have it done for her and Clint than not.
When she shifted to the other papers, his shoulders drooped some. "As far as the second request... the short answer is no. You cannot produce viable children, Natasha. I'm sorry." Regret was frank in his tone, and he felt honest sympathy for her. He knew this pain, of old,. for he could not have children easily either, not naturally. "I would not have wished it on you. Another thing we share."