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Natasha stared at her. She felt as if her heart had stopped beating. Finally, she swallowed and said, "Wanda, that's a cruel joke."

"I wouldn't joke about this," Wanda promised. "Natasha, I would never hurt you like that. I'm telling the truth."

Natasha felt a rising tide of panic inside of her. "You saw into my mind! You know that's... that's not possible!"

Wanda took her hand and held it. "I know. Try to stay calm."

"Calm? This is impossible! I can't get pregnant! I physically can't!"

"Relax. It's going to be okay," Wanda soothed. "Do you know who the father is?"

"No, because I'm not going to have a child!" Natasha yanked her hand away and stormed out of the room. She took the stairs up to her suit, needing the exercise. Once there, she slammed the door and locked it.

She couldn't think. Her thoughts were a painful jumble of denial, remembrance, and regret. The initiation ceremony loomed into her thoughts. She needed air. Natasha opened the window and leaned out, drinking in the city air like water. The cold wind blew against her face, grounding her in the present.

This was impossible. Wanda was wrong.

The lock clicked behind her and the door opened. "Nat, hey, are you alright?"

Natasha swallowed and didn't turn around. "I'm fine."

"God, it's cold in here. FRIDAY? Turn the heat up, will ya?"

"Don't," Natasha snapped.

Clint looked at her back for a moment. Confusion and worry etched a frown on his face. "Never mind, FRIDAY." He took a few steps closer to her. "You know, I'm still not used to JARVIS being Vision. Heck, I'm still not used to Vision. Things sure are crazy around here." He paused, waiting for a response. When he didn't get one, he asked, "What did Wanda want to talk to you about?"

He could tell from her stance that she was thinking about something she'd rather not discuss. She took a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay. Just... answer this. Did she find out what happened in Tahiti?"

She was distant. "About what?"

"Well, about us being married."

Natasha swallowed. She wished it was that simple. Their secret was safe, however, until they decided to disclose that information to their teammates. The only one who knew was Phil. "No," she answered.

Clint nodded. "Okay. I'll leave you alone, baby, if-"

She spun around to face him. "Why'd you say that!?" she demanded. There was a panicked look in her eyes.

Clint's brow furrowed. "I figured you wanted to be alone. I can stay if you'd rather."

She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. "No. No, I'd rather be alone."

"Okay. I'll just... go work off all that cake. I'll be in around 11:00."

"Actually... I'd rather sleep alone tonight."

This threw Clint off more than anything else. They'd shared Natasha's suite since they returned from Tahiti. But Natasha didn't want anyone to know they were married, and Clint respected that, so the wedding bands were kept in a drawer, and the document in a safe. To the rest of the world, and their teammates, they were just... together.

Clint knew better than to press. After Natasha had returned from her two years of absence, they'd made an agreement that more or less solved all their problems. They agreed to be honest with each other, especially when it hurt, and to give each other space when need be. And now, Natasha needed space.

"Okay, Tasha." Clint walked out without another word. She knew all too well that he was there for her, so stating it would be ineffective. He walked to the training room.

Natasha looked at the clock. 3:27. She got out of bed and walked down the hall. Only one person would be awake at this hour, like he was every Thursday, and he was the person she needed to see.

She crept silently to the lab. The light was on, and the sounds of movement confirmed what she already knew. She walked in.

Bruce turned and jumped. "Natasha," he said, surprised. "What... What are you doing here?"

She hesitated for one second. Her mind was made up. She had to know. "Bruce, I need a favor."

He set the glass vile down. "Sure. What do you need?"

"I need you to run a test."

"On what, exactly?"

"On me."

He raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

She paused, thinking of what to say. "Wanda thinks she saw something inside me after dinner."

"Is that what she wanted to talk to you about? What does she think she saw?"

Natasha paused. "A baby."

Bruce dropped the glass vile in his hand in surprise. "She thinks... but that's impossible."

"I know. That's why I need you to run a scan on me. And this has to stay between us, do you understand?"

"But, what about Clint?"

"Not even him. I... want to be sure. And I didn't think I could get pregnant, so what are... how could the baby even survive?"

Bruce cleared off the examination table. "Well, we'll find out."

Natasha laid down on the table. She pulled her tank top and pants off, leaving on her undergarments. Bruce hooked her up to two machines, then scanned over her body with a handheld device. After all of that was done, she sat up and pulled her clothes back on.

The information took longer to come back. When it did, Bruce read over the results. Then he read them again.

"You have a slight fracture in your right hip," he said. "And an infection in your left ankle. I'll give you something for that."

Natasha swallowed. He wasn't answering the big question, and it made her nervous. "Bruce, what about the pregnancy test?"

He signed, put down the tablet, and looked at her. "It's positive."

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