Age: Not even close to being born yet
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The team sat around the dining table in the kitchen eating dinner. Natasha was sat next to Steve, Clint on her other side. Wanda was sat next to Clint, Pietro opposite her. Then it was Tony, Thor, Bruce and Rhodey. The conversation topics were... interesting to say the least, and made by Tony, of course.
"Right, hear me out, what if an egg was a vegetable?" Tony asked.
"What the fuck Tony?" Clint asked with a laugh. "Where did that come from?"
"Uh, my ass," Tony replied sarcastically with an eye roll.
Wanda rolled her eyes, mumbling, "Idiot."
Natasha glanced at the red-head witch silently and continued to eat her dinner, not saying much.
"Romanoff, you gonna say anything?" Tony asked.
Nat looked up at him and blinked a few times.
"You're way too quiet, it's scary," Tony pointed out.
"Tony, leave it," Steve protected his girlfriend, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"I just don't feel well," Natasha mumbled, picking at her food.
"Do you need any medicine?" Bruce offered.
The red-head shook her head. The dinner carried on as normal until suddenly Natasha stood up, grasping her stomach and rushed to the bathroom.
"Nat?" Steve called after her.
Wanda stood up and ran after the assassin, worried immediately about her older friend. She found Natasha in the bathroom, leant over the toilet puking up the contents of her stomach. Wanda immediately went over and held her hair back, rubbing her back comfortingly. As soon as she was done, Nat leant back and let her body fall into Wanda's, crying. The witch wasn't used to seeing Natasha crying so just hugged her, whispering comforting words into her ear.
"Natasha, what happened?" Steve asked, arriving a minute later.
He crouched down to his girlfriend's level and took her hand.
"I feel so shit," Nat admitted quietly.
Steve exchanged a worried look with Wanda and carefully moved his girlfriend from Wanda to his lap.
"It's alright love..." he soothed, stroking her hair.
"Steve... I want to try y'know?" Nat whispered.
"Try...?" Steve asked, confused.
"I know I can't be, but..."
Steve's eyes widened in realisation.
"But the Red Room... you're not able to?"
Natasha sighed.
"I don't know."
"Sorry, what?" Wanda asked, clearly confused.
Both Natasha and Steve looked up. They'd forgotten that Wanda was there.
"Oh uhm we uh..." Steve hesitated.
"We fucked," Natasha mumbled.
Wanda opened her mouth to speak, shocked.
"You did what?" she asked.
"We-"
"Actually, no, don't repeat it," Wanda put her hand out. "I'm just going to accept it."
"You want to take a pregnancy test?" Steve asked Natasha, twirling a strand of her red hair around his finger.
"Yeah," Nat replied.
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A few hours later, Natasha was pacing in her bedroom, staring at the three tests she held in her hands. The door opened and she looked up, fear and excitement mingling in her eyes. It was Steve.
"Steve..." she whispered.
He went over to her and looked down at the tests.
"I'm pregnant with our baby," she finished.
Steve's eyes lit up and he immediately took his girlfriend into a strong embrace. The mother-to-be dropped the sticks on the floor and cried into Steve's chest.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Steve inquired. "If you don't want the baby, we can-"
"No, I want it," Natasha replied. "I've wanted children for so long, but I was always told I couldn't... I physically couldn't..."
"Well you can now..." Steve murmured into his girlfriend's ear.
"Would I be a good mother?" Natasha worried. "What happens if Dreykov comes for my child?"
"Natasha, you would be an amazing mother. And Dreykov won't come for him or her."
"What if I have twins?"
Steve saw terror in Natasha's eyes. She clearly wasn't prepared for having a baby. Neither was Steve to be truthful.
"We'll figure this out together," the super soldier took the assassin's hands and looked her in her emerald eyes out of his own blue ones.