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⇢ 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴

BACK AT THE COMPOUND, the Avengers recovered from their ordeal in Siberia. Tony stayed for a while before traveling back home to Pepper. Helen and Yelena left too, but the blonde said she'd be back. Rhodey heard about what had happened to his friends and immediately flew back to New York.

Steve explained to Y/N that after they didn't report back with him the day after going on the mission, he knew something was wrong. He pulled up the location from Friday and was prepared to go alone, but Pietro offered to help as well. It was then that Rogers asked Stark for help too and to his surprise, the billionaire quickly agreed.

And thank God that they did help. In Y/N's head, they probably wouldn't have made it out without them.

Y/N was in the lounge with his daughter. Helen Cho had shown up earlier in the day to do a check-up and gave good news. She was a perfectly healthy toddler. 

The clothes they ordered for her came quick. The compound had food, but now Y/N had to figure out what was good for kids her age. Was there something specific they had to feed her? Are there specific times to do so? Parenting was going to be a trip. Y/N and Natasha haven't even figured out a name for her yet.

The toddler stumbled around the room and used the coffee table to balance herself. It still came as a surprise to Y/N how far along she was already, being able to walk and such. He felt like in no time she'd be running and doing backflips. The idea of it made him chuckle.

He was in his thoughts that he didn't realize the little girl went up beside him on the sofa and started stretching out her arm. She opened and closed her hand as if she wanted something, then Y/N looked down at his chest and saw his Wakandan pendant.

"This?" Y/N asked and took it off. "All right. Be careful."

He handed it to her and the toddler fiddled with it. She shook it around and let out a laugh.

"Don't swallow it." Y/N said with a chuckle. He reached over and held her hand that grasped the pendant. "It's from Wakanda, where my friend T'Challa used to live."

"Cha-ya?" She muttered.

He smiled, assuming that was her first word. He didn't mind that it was the name of the late king. He rubbed the top of her head. "Close enough."

Pietro walked into the lounge, seeing the father and daughter having a moment together. He smiled as he called out. "Hey."

"Hey, Pietro." Y/N greeted as he looked back.

The toddler looked at the silver-haired man and tottered toward him. She tried giving him the pendant she had in her hand.

"What's this?" Pietro asked in a soft tone and took the pendant. "Your dad's already letting you hold dangerous objects?"

"It's not dangerous...I think." Y/N replied.

Pietro chuckled and tossed the pendant back to Y/N. He looked back down at the toddler, who was signaling that she wanted to be carried. Pietro was happy to do so and picked up the little girl.

"You figure out a name for her yet?" He asked Y/N as he walked over toward the sofa.

"No. Nat and I haven't discussed that yet." He answered as he put the pendant back on.

"Well, I got a recommendation." He said then looked at the toddler. "Let's see...she has red hair...green eyes...a very cute nose. How about Wanda?"

Y/N let out a soft laugh. "This is my kid we're talking about."

"I'm kidding." He laughed back. "It should be something unique...special...to you and Natasha."

The super-soldier nodded and looked at the toddler, who was playing with the speedster's silver hair. He reached over and pinched the girl's cheek.

"We'll think of something." Y/N replied.

Pietro put the toddler down and she continued waddling around. He looked back at Y/N and spoke again.

"And the other one?" He asked, mentioning Natasha's pregnancy.

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know either. Natasha had some doubts about the pregnancy...since the news came from HYDRA doctors and all, but she's taking a test right now. So we'll see."

He nodded and looked back over at the toddler walking around. The corners of his mouth formed a smile.

"It has to be true. That's just the feeling I have." Pietro said. "They are you and Nat's miracles...and I'll love them as if they were my own."

Y/N smiled and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. Pietro beamed as the soldier pat his back next.

Moments later, Natasha entered the lounge. She crossed her arms and smiled at the toddler waddling around the room. "Hey, darling."

The little girl turned around and grinned at her mother. Natasha went up to her and kissed the top of her head.

"Y/N." Natasha turned to him. "Can I speak to you for a moment?"

Pietro wanted to give them their privacy. "I'll go. Uh, mind if I take the little one around the hallways for a bit?"

"Sure. Thank you." Natasha replied with a smile.

Pietro nodded and held the toddler's hand, who was happy to leave with the speedster. They left the lounge and the couple were now alone.

"So? What happened?" Y/N rubbed his hands and was eager to hear the news.

Natasha sighed and sat down on the sofa, staying quiet for a moment. Y/N tried to study her expression, but couldn't pinpoint any clues of what the results were. He joined her on the couch and looked at her.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"My whole life I was forced to believe that I was nothing. That I was just on this earth to serve...to kill...to complete the mission." She began. "I wasn't supposed to make friends, have a family, have children...I was supposed to be alone."

Y/N recalled her confession back at Barton's farm a few years ago. He proceeded to listen to his girlfriend.

"I thought I was too far gone...but then I got a second chance. I met Nick, I met Barton, I met you. I made a family with the Avengers...and I even got to reconcile with my old one. A person like me...isn't supposed to have this."

He held both of Natasha's hands, looking down as he ran his thumb over the top of them.

"But you do, Tasha. Everything you have now, you deserve. I should be the one questioning how I got all this. I wasn't even supposed to be found...but I thank God that I was. I was given a second chance too, and I'm happy that I was able to use it how I did."

He raised his head and looked into her emerald eyes as she listened, their hands still joined together.

"We're here now because of what we did with that chance. We're here together...and will be forever." He said. "I love you."

Natasha's eyes started to water. She wasn't able to muster the three words back and instead lunged over to kiss Y/N. Their embrace lasted almost a minute before they pulled away.

"That's great." Natasha replied to his statement and wiped away some tears. "Because...I'm going to need all the help I can get with the baby."

"Yeah. The tot's gonna be full-on sprinting in no time." He replied with a chuckle.

"Not that one." Natasha smirked, which confused her boyfriend. The blonde pulled out the plastic object from her pocket and handed it to him.

He held it in his hand and looked at it, seeing two lines being displayed. He arched a brow.

"What is this?"

Natasha didn't expect that reaction, but quickly realized why he was confused. Y/N hadn't been exposed to any at-home pregnancy tests since he was awakened.

"Oh." She chuckled. "This is the test I took. One line means negative while two lines mean positive."

"All right." He replied and kept looking. "And this shows two."

"Right."

"So..."

Natasha watched in amusement as the soldier was trying to process what it all meant. It wasn't long until the bulb in his head lit up.

"It's positive. So that means..." He looked back up at her and his eyes started to widen. "You are."

The blonde smiled and nodded, holding back tears as she started to get emotional again. "Yes, baby. It's true. I'm pregnant."

Y/N immediately shot up from the sofa and grabbed Natasha, spinning her around as he cheered.

"Really?" He asked again, still in awe.

"I took like...three of them. They all said the same thing." She replied.

The soldier was elated. "Wow."

Natasha, still being lifted by Y/N, placed her hands on the sides of his face and smiled. "You're going to be a father...of two beautiful children."

Y/N smiled back. "And you're going to be a mother...the best mother ever."

They kissed again and the soldier continued spinning her around. Their laughs could be heard down the hallways and it reached Pietro. He smiled to himself, assuming the news was good.

Pietro continued strolling through with the toddler by his side.

• • •

THE MAN SPRINTED through the streets of Alykel, Russia. He had been running for quite some time, his eyes filled with fear as he held a satchel at his side.

He looked ahead at the building in front of him, knowing that his colleagues were inside. Maybe they could help him...or at least keep him safe. He ran inside and up the stairs where he knocked on the door.

"Лев! Лев! (Lev! Lev!)" He cried out. He kept pleading until the door opened.

"Игорь? (Igor?)" The man inside raised a brow.

His friend immediately ran inside, stumbling upon a group of other Russian gangsters playing cards at the table.

"Какого черта ты здесь делаешь? (What the hell are you doing here?)" Lev asked.

"Он убил их! Он убил их! (He killed them! He killed them!)" Igor exclaimed. "Теперь он преследует меня. Ты должен мне помочь! (Now he's after me. You have to help me!)"

"Кого он сюда привел? (Who the hell did he lead here?)" One of the gangsters asked.

They heard noises at the door. Lev took out his pistol and aimed at it, waiting for them to come through. The gangsters all watched as well as the room got quiet.

Suddenly, a hooded man crashed through the window and kicked one of the gangsters down. He unsheathed his sword and stabbed him.

"Это Ронин! (It's the Ronin!)" A gangster exclaimed.

Lev tried shooting at him, but the ninja evaded the gunfire and got behind a gangster, who took the bullets instead. Ronin jumped off the table and slashed Lev's chest, taking him down.

The rest of the gangsters tried to fight him, but they were no match for the hooded man. He weaved away from their swings while slicing and dicing the men until there was only one left. Igor.

The man tried reaching for Lev's gun on the floor, but the sword stabbed through his hand. He let out a pained yell as the Ronin knelt beside him.

"Ты не можешь бежать (You can't run)." The hooded man said and reached for the satchel. He opened the flap and took out two vials of blood...labeled Romanoff and L/N respectively.

"Вы были в отряде Райнера (You were part of Reiner's squad)." Ronin added. "Вы думали, что можете исчезнуть с этими пузырьками. (You thought you could disappear with these vials)."

Igor spit at Ronin but missed. "Мы никогда не рухнем. Приветствую Гидру (We will never crumble. Hail Hydra)."

Ronin pulled the sword out of his hand and swiftly slashed his throat. Igor held his bleeding neck and slumped over before finally dying. The hooded man looked around the room and surveyed the bodies of the gangsters.

Clint Barton took off his hood and looked at the vials containing the blood of his friends.

He heard about what happened in Siberia with Madame B and Reiner von Strucker, and after months of investigating he was able to track down the lone survivor of the facility attack, Igor. He didn't want anyone having Natasha's and Y/N's blood to use for more experiments.

Clint wiped the blood off of his sword. He went over to the sink and emptied the vials down the drain before throwing the tubes at the wall where they shattered. He then put his hood back on and finally left the building.

• • •

THEIR LIFE WENT ON. The next twelve months were filled with happiness, love, and excitement. Those were feelings Y/N and Natasha never thought they'd experience after the loss to Thanos...but now they could.

Y/N walked across the lawn holding his daughter's hand. Her name was now Margaret, or Maggie for short. They named her after his mother, Peggy, which Natasha was happy to agree on.

She was also now four years old despite it only being a year since her birth. Helen Cho discovered that her aging process would be accelerated until she reached fourteen, which Pietro corroborated after explaining what he saw on Reiner's console when he freed the toddler. They ended up doing the math and realized she would age up one year about every five months.

"Dad!" Maggie pointed at a butterfly soaring by. "It's the butterfly from the book mom read."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes! With the same colors!" She replied. "Did you know it was once a caterpillar?"

"It was?" Y/N acted oblivious to the fact. "I thought they were born with their wings."

Maggie shook her head. "No, silly."

They continued walking down the lawn and she spoke again.

"When are we going to see the baby again?" She asked, and Y/N knew she was referring to Tony and Pepper's daughter, Morgan, who was born a month ago.

"Whenever Uncle Tony wants us to." He answered. "And we just saw them last week, you can't wait a little bit until we go again?"

"I hate waiting."

Y/N chuckled, then looked ahead toward the porch area of the compound. He saw Natasha and Pietro standing there, with the woman holding a three-month-old baby in her arms.

"Uncle Petro!" Maggie ran ahead toward them. Pietro smiled at her, despite the girl mispronouncing his name. He was used to it.

"Maggie!" He called back. She ran into his arms and he lifted her before placing her back down. "Ready for our big race?"

"I always am!" She said. "Rhodey read me that story about the turtle and the rabbit. I'll be the rabbit."

"Then I'll be the turtle." Pietro said and picked up a ball from the floor. "Then afterward, I'm teaching you how to play soccer."

Maggie's face beamed and Pietro jogged off the porch with her. Y/N stood beside Natasha and watched them leave.

The baby in her arms started to fuss and Natasha started rocking him back and forth to calm him. Y/N looked over at his son, Nikolai, and smiled.

"Did he just wake up?" He asked.

"He hasn't slept." She said with a chuckle. "Nik is like you. Never gets tired."

They named their son Nikolai in remembrance of Nick Fury, the man who gave them both a second chance and made them S.H.I.E.L.D agents. Y/N and Natasha missed him and wished he could be alive to see this.

"Oh, no." Y/N said in an exaggerated tone and looked at Nikolai. "Don't be an insomniac, kiddo. It sucks."

They looked ahead at the lawn and saw Pietro playing with Maggie. The couple grinned, appreciating the fact that the silver-haired man treated their kids with so much love.

"Yelena finally got that place in Kingston." Natasha said, bringing up another topic.

"That's great. It's not that far from here." He replied.

"She wants to be as close as possible."

"Good."

He crossed his arms and looked at Pietro again before speaking once more. "Closer to Pietro, too. I've noticed they've been hanging out a lot more."

Natasha scoffed at the mention of it. Y/N chuckled as he turned to her.

"What? Can't bear the fact that your little sister's mingling with the Flash?"

She laughed. "I guess."

"The two of them...going through the Speed Force—"

"Please stop."

The sliding door behind them opened and Steve Rogers walked onto the porch. Y/N looked back at him. "Hey, dad."

"Son. Nat" He greeted and went up to the couple. He looked at the infant. "Grandson."

"Doesn't that trip you out? That you're a grandfather now despite only looking thirty-four?" Y/N asked him.

He sighed. "You remind me every day, so no."

Nikolai started to fuss again and Natasha softly shushed the baby as she rocked him. Steve offered to carry him. "May I?"

She nodded and handed the infant to Rogers, who gave a soft smile as he cradled him. He walked off the porch and paced around the lawn with him, leaving the couple by themselves.

They watched as Pietro ran with Maggie and as Steve carried Nikolai. Y/N put an arm around Natasha, holding her close as she rested her head by the crook of his neck.

"We should build a playground out here." He suddenly spoke. "I don't think Tony would mind funding it."

"We already have so many things inside." Natasha replied.

"The more the merrier, I'd say." He said and looked at her. "I just want to make them happy. Give them...everything."

She placed a hand on his chest. "I know you do, медовый (dear). Me too."

Y/N thought of what he had now. He had his dad, he had friends, he had his girlfriend, he had his children. There was nothing more he could ask for.

"I already have everything. For the first time since..." Y/N thought back over a year ago at their loss and sighed. "...since Thanos, I'm genuinely happy. I wouldn't trade this for anything."

He felt like he finally moved on.

"What do you think?" He asked her.

Natasha still missed the friends they lost over a year ago, but what she had now made her happy. It felt like she entered a new part of her life...one she could fully enjoy. The ones who dusted would forever be in their hearts, and she was going to make sure her children knew about them.

"Same here." She finally replied and looked at Y/N. "We got very lucky."

They smiled and Y/N leaned in to kiss her. Natasha reciprocated the love and kissed back as her children continued spending time with the rest of their family.

END OF: BLOODLINE