Angel with a shot gun.

Chapter 27.

Anastasia, Steve, and Natasha were now all in the same room. The 16 year old was now asleep between her parents, her head on her fathers chest while Natasha gazed down at her daughter with loving eyes. She couldn't believe how beautiful she had become. Of course, she had always thought she was beautiful in her eyes, but she was just so stunning to her.
"You ok?" Steve asked, looking at Natasha as he tried to keep quiet for Anastasia's sake, she really needed some sleep.

The older red head looked up at him softly, a smile forming on her lips, the same smile she had the day she gave birth to her daughter. "I'm more then ok...to be honest I'm more then happy. I'm over the moon." She whispered, looking back down at her world, moving a strand of hair away from her daughters face, pressing her lips softly against her forehead, causing Anastasia to move a little, but only a small sigh and movement of her head. "How are we going to explain to the others about this? We're still in hiding and Bucky is on the lose too." Natasha said, reserving the movement of Steve's eyes moving towards her.

"Hey, don't worry about that right now. I'll give Stark a call later and make some arrangements. For now, let's just focus on our girl. She the most important thing here." Steve said gently, using his free hand to reach over, cupping Natasha cheek with his hand.

Covering his hand with her own, Natasha nodded her head, looking back towards Anastasia. "Your right. We have to put her first...no matter what the others think."

"You got it." He smiled more, and now the parents looked down at their child, her eyes now gently moving until her eyelids moved, her blue eyes adjusting to the light of the lamp, since it was night now. "Hey pumpkin."

Slowly moving her eyes to the left, she allowed her lips to form into a very small smile at her dad, but the rest of her body remained still. "Hey..." she whispered, her voice laced with tiredness. "How long have I been asleep for?"

"Only a few hours. You fell asleep while we were traveling back." Natasha answered, smiling gently and warmly at her. "How are you feeling baby girl?" She questioned her.

Responding with a small nod, Anastasia smiled at her mother. "I'm ok. Just a small headache." She said, remaining under the covers with them.

"Do you need any pain killers." Steve asked, gently sitting up from the bed, and Anastasia pulled a pillow up, leaning against it and Natasha rested back against her and placed an arm around her. Anastasia was still getting use to all this affection. She didn't mind having an arm placed around her or someone patting her arm, she was just still unsure about the hugs and kisses. She loved them as a child, she would always want Natasha or Steve to give her a hug and kiss every five minutes when they weren't away on missions. But that was 11 years ago when she was 5. She was now 16, and she was trained to believe showing love and affection was just a sign of weakness.

"The others can't wait to see you." Natasha smiled, her arm still around her daughter and played with her long red head. "Do you remember any of them?" She asked, but when Anastasia looked up at her with a blank expression, she raised and eyebrow. "You don't remember them? Wanda? Clint and Maria? Not even Stark?" She smirked, looking back down at her.

Anastasia looked down for moment, trying to think back who they were. She knew the avengers by their hero names, such as Captain America and Hulk, since she had to learn them in training, but not their birth names. Soon, something popped in her head. "Stark...tin man?"

Natasha smirked and that was soon followed by a small laughed. "No sweetie, Iron Man." She smiled and stronger cheek.

Giving off a small smile, Anastasia shook her head and fully turned to her mother. "I know he's called Iron Man," she giggled gently. "But back in Russia we called him Tin Man for a joke."

"Why tin man?

"Well, none of us liked the name Iron Man, so we wanted to come up with a new name, just for fun. Baring in mind this was when we were 8-9 years old, so we still had a good sense of humor then. Anyway, we had to translate English to Russian and Russian to English, and we did that by watching The Wizard of Oz. So, we named him the Tin man." Anastasia smiled as she rested her head to the side.

Natasha smiled gently at her daughter, at least not all her life away from her was all death and horror. "Well I can't wait to see him and call him that." She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. "Are you ok meeting them?" She asked.

"I'll be ok...I think."