Gone. That was the word used to describe the fallen ones. They didn't even know if they were all dead, they were just meant by the fact that one minute they were breathing people, and the next dust in the wind. Steve knelt over Visions body, that was now torn limb for limb. He was pretty sure his wrist had been broken too, but knew the serum would kick in and it would heal in no time. His wrist would be fine, but would he? He just watched his family die in front of him, and he sits wondering why didn't he get taken too, what made him so special? As far as he knew Wanda, Vision, Sam, and Bucky were gone. Just as he was grieving his loss, his mind went to another place. Natasha. Was she okay? Had she gone like everyone else?
Some months after the events of the accords Natasha had turned up to his safe house in Belgium. She was clearly distraught and apologetic. Saying she was sorry and that she just needed Steve. The soldier knew that she was being honest, and that he would forever be loyal to her. After their reunion Wanda and Sam made amends with the spy as well. Another month and the two were hopelessly in love. Neither sure when it happened and how they got so lucky but, they were grateful, it instilled a steadiness in them that was unexplainable.
Steve stayed firm on the ground, in all honesty nothing terrified him more then what Natasha's fate was. If she was taken like the others he wasn't sure if he could go on. He was pulled out of his trance when he heard a soft pitter padder of footsteps creeping up on him. He didn't turn his head, not caring if he was in danger. The footsteps were followed by a groan and a loud thump. He knew that the groan had unmistakably escaped Natasha's lip. Alerted, he finally was out of his daze, and leapt to her side. Her unresponsive state had distracted him by the catastrophe he was faced with, but only sucked him into another.
"Natasha." He said shaking her body lightly.
"Nat!" He exclaimed louder, pulling the attention of anyone left.
Before he knew it, his cheeks were stained with tears, and her unconscious form was scooped into his arms. His pace picked up and he was running toward the lavish Wakandan structure. It took him a moment to realize that Okoye had caught up to him.
"This way!" She demanded.
Okoye was unsure what had happened, but she knew if there was the slightest chance that she could do some good today she'd take it. The three of them (with Natasha in Steve's arms) bursted into the lab, meant by a devastated Shuri, who must've received word about the king, her brother. Shuri stood up at the presence and hurriedly wiped away tears.
"What happened?" The young princess asked trying to settle her voice, to sound as confident as she could.
"I don't know, she was just... she just..." Steve said growing into mass hysteria, tripping over his words.
"The table." Shuri demanded.
He obeyed, and Okoye escorted him out, as Shuri got to work.
The general had escorted Steve into a small room feet away from the lab, where he was pacing a hole into the floor.
What felt like an eternity later, Shuri walked through the door. Her head hanging low. Steve gave his full attention to her, anticipating any outcome.
"She's okay." She said sadly.
He sighed a breath of relief.
"But Captain there's something you should know." She started hesitantly.
"Agent Romanoff was pregnant." She stated voice breaking.
Shuri didn't know the pair well, but the fact this battle was affecting even the tiniest of lives just made it that more difficult.
"She's awake now, and she's been informed, but she's not taking it very well. You may see her." She nodded to the solider and left the room respectfully.
Steve felt so many emotions: anger, sadness, frustration, and most of all, sympathy. Sympathy for Natasha as she had lost a child too. A child that neither knew existed. Yes, Natasha was stubborn as hell but she would never risk her child's life like that without even informing Steve, that he was sure of. He sauntered toward the lab where she was in recovery, but he wasn't sure what exactly happened. Steve quickly reflected on Shuri's words and calculated the situation before going in.
"Agent Romanoff was pregnant." Her voice echoed in his head.
He took a breath to ease himself and pushed open the door. His heart broke at the sight in front of him. Super solider, Captain, leader, and hero Steve Rogers felt nothing but useless and weak at the sight before him. There in front of him was the normally collected and strong Natasha Romanoff. Sure, he'd seen her distraught before, he was one of the only people she was her genuine self around. Laying in the bed, was Natasha attempting to suppress sobs into her hands as her eyes are shut tightly, and tears running down her face like a river. Without a thought, he climbed into the bed with her. She naturally shifted, and carved herself into his muscular frame.
"Shhh...it's okay." He whispered caressing her hair gently.
Steve softly kept telling her that it was alright, when deep down he knew it wasn't. He couldn't help but let a tear or two slip out of his own eyes, he didn't really understand what had happened but seeing her in that state made his heart swell.
The concept of time was slowly slipping away from the pair. They felt like they had nothing to attend to, most their love ones gone, they just drank in one another. When the crying had decreased into small gasps and light sniffling, Steve broke the silence.
"What happened?" He asked sadly, his blue eyes meeting her glassy green ones.
"I couldn't keep him safe Steve. I'm so sorry." She said huskily, shaking her head vigorously.
"Who Nat?" He asked afraid of the response.
"Our baby." She practically moaned in pain.
He stared puzzled hoping she had the courage to elaborate.
She sucked in, preparing herself of what she was to say next.
"I think," she started, trying to remain composed.
"I think it was the night I had gotten back from Bangkok. We had been apart for a week, which was a record since I joined you on the run. That was a really nice night." She said with a smile.
Steve returned it. It was a great night. They had been missing one another and they didn't care the circumstances or the crudeness of the world, they just made love. It was like two souls becoming one.
"I noticed that I was late for my period a few weeks back, but considering our situation, I thought less of it." She continued staring into the void.
"Then he snapped his fingers. When they all started... disintegrating, my instinct was to find you. Make sure you were okay. I was stopped by a sensation in my stomach. I can't describe it, it felt like physical emptiness, then I blacked out." She was becoming emotional he could tell.
He gently gripped her hand and gave it a nice squeeze, to encourage her to keep going.
"Next thing I know is I'm awake, and in pain. Shuri explained to me that upon her assessment she can determine that i was pregnant, but like the others the baby vanished." She breathed out shakily.
"I didn't even know I could get pregnant, red room took that from me. Maybe it's your serum that helped, or just luck, but it happened. He came and went, I'm sorry I couldn't keep him safe." She said crying again.
He hugged her tight, and she returned it. They didn't know much about what was happening but they knew that they needed each other.
"He?" Steve practically whispered to himself.
She heard.
"I'd like to think he was a boy, just a feeling." She said with a sadness.
He positioned her so their eyes were meant. The emerald melting into his azure blues.
"James." He said with a dreary smile.
"James Clinton Rogers." He finished as water escaped his eye.
The spy gently used the pad of her thumb to wipe away the stray tear. A sudden flash was in her eyes, fire and determination seeped into him as she stared.
"We are getting him back. We are going to save are son." She said confidently.
"We are going to save James." Steve demanded, the same fire igniting in him.
The sudden splurge of drive didn't take away any of the pain. All it did was set a goal for the two, a mission if you will. The partners always completed a mission.
Eventually, the pair climbed out of the small bed in the lab, and into a room supplied by Okoye. The two would've been more appreciative of the five star hotel like decor, if half the universe hadn't been wiped out. They both trudged to the bed, and flopped back onto it. Suddenly, out of habit they tangled their limbs together and found ease in their electrifying touch.
"We have to keep this between us for now." She told him.
He nodded.
"Not that i think it's a bad idea, but any particular reason why?" He asked.
"I don't want anyone using this against either of us. I want him out of this." She commanded.
"Okay." Was all he said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
The two were enveloped into a silence, and slowly drifting into sleep when a knock sounded at the door.
"I got it." He said annoyed, getting up.
He opened the door and was meant by a man draped in furs. He recognized him as M'Backu. Nat sat up to get a look, making eye contact with the man and politely nodding at his presence.
"Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff, tomorrow morning there will be a regrouping of anyone left after the attack. Queen Shuri decided it was best to rest for the night. I will see you in the morning." He
demanded before turning on his heel.
Steve shut the door as the warrior exited. He stood in front of the bed, still in his uniform, while Natasha was in a robe provided by the medical care she received.
"Let's get out of these, and cleaned up." She insisted, rising from the bed.
An hour later the spy and soldier were laying back in the same spot as before. Natasha had found herself in one of Steve's shirts, and he was laying in some flannel pants. They were holding one another tight, and couldn't seem to fall asleep.
"Do you think he's out there... do you think Clint's okay?" She dreaded the question but went against her better judgement.
"If he's out there Nat, we are going to find him. And if he's not, we are going to get him back." He assured her.
"Clint would be really happy knowing I named our kid after him." She said grinning.
"Won't be too long until Clint can meet James." Steve spoke. Hoping he sounded convincing.
Natasha picked up on the uneasiness in his tone, he was a terrible liar. However, she brushed it off, dozing off into sleep.
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