Wasn't planned V2

By: MysticFantasy

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A/N: This is an altnerate version of the original Wasn't Planned.

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Natasha Romanoff sat on the side of her tub, fighting back another wave of nausea. The minutes seemed to be taking their sweet time to go bay as she waited for the results of her pregnancy test.

She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Although she couldn't be too surprised at the same time. If there was one man that could get her pregnant, she wasn't surprised that it was Steve.

Still, even with his super juice, she shouldn't be pregnant. There was just no way.

A small beep from her watch let her know that the time was up. Slowly, she made her way to the counter and picked up the white stick.

She felt her breath come out shakily as she spotted two pink lines. Her hands began to shake and the test fell to the ground.

"No." she said softly. "I can't...I can't have a baby. Even by Steve. There's no way."

Suddenly determined, the spy picked up the test, wrapped it with toilet paper, left her suite and marched down the halls to find the man she had slept with due to Thor's magic mead.

As she searched for him, Natasha couldn't help but remember the night when she and Steve had shared sheets.

Truth be told, she had been thinking of a way to make it happen for a while since she did like him but making love while seriously drunk was not how she had wanted it to happen.

She was sure Steve felt the same since he had been completely surprised when they woke in each others arms the next morning. Still naked and clutching onto each other.

He had apologized for two weeks before she finally got him to understand that it wasn't his fault. They both talked about how their friendship would stay in tact and agreed that they were going to keep it a secret from the others.

The last thing they both wanted was for Tony to find out and tease them about it every day for the rest of their lives.

He was sure to give Steve the harder time since the soldier had lost his virginity before getting married and to Natasha of all people.

A loud and repetative noise caught her attention and she realized she was at the doors to the gym. She recognized the sound to be someone hitting the punching bag and there was only one person in the tower who used it enough times for her to learn the sounds like this.

"Jarvis, please block all security and audio feed to the gym. Captain Rogers and I need to have a very serious talk." she said.

"Yes, Ms. Romanoff." the AI answered. "All video and audio feed has been disabled."

With a final sigh, Natasha pushed through the doors and locked them. This caused the noise to stop and she turned to see Steve looking over at her.

She admired the way he looked in is workout clothes with sweat glistening his skin. It was very stimulating but she kept herself in check.

"We need to talk." she stated as she walked over.

"I thought we already did." he replied and was suddenly handed the test.

Curiously, he looked at it, then the results and then up at Natasha with wide eyes.

"You're...you're pregnant?" he asked.

Natasha nodded.

"But I'm going to go get a second opinion tomorrow." she said. "And if I am, then there is a way that I can stop the pregnancy and..."

"Like hell you are!"

Natasha looked at Steve with a mix of shock and surprise. He'd never before spoken to a woman like that before and it caught her off guard. But being the trained spy she is, she managed to gather herself quickly and in time for him to continue.

"Natasha, if you are pregnant with my child, there is no way that I'm going to let you ends its life before it even starts." Steve vowed.

"Steve, I am not made for motherhood. That's the last thing that I need."

"Don't you mean the last thing you want?" he questioned.

Natasha gave him a light glare but didn't argue it. He was right after all. She didn't want to be a mother. She knew that someone like her shouldn't even be worded in the same sentence as 'going to be a mother' and 'having a baby'.

"So what, you want to marry me and try to get us to raise the kid in a stable life style?" she demanded.

"I would like to, yes, but I know what your answer is going to be to that." he answered.

Natasha wasn't too surprised when Steve admitted that he wanted to marry her. It was the way were in his time. If a man and woman slept together, even out of marriage, and a child was most likely on its way, they got married.

But Natasha wasn't someone's wife. Not anymore anyway.

"I can't do this." she said. "I can't get married and have a kid. That's not me. I can't stay at home to raise a child and do housework. Even if it was just for half a day."

"You think you're the only one who thinks like that?" Steve questioned. "Natasha, you know how I want to handle this situation. I don't want my child to be born out of wedlock or killed."

"So what do you suggest then?!"

"Look, just listen." Steve said. "Marry me and have the baby. After the baby is born, I won't hold you to anything. You can go off and do whatever you want. You don't ever have to see us again if you wish it. At least give me this chance to have the son or daughter I've always wanted."

Natasha sighed. Steve had made a good offer. One that rarely anyone got.

She could marry him, be with him for the few months she was pregnant, give birth and then be free of it all if she wanted.

Although she dreaded the thought of carrying a baby for nine months.

The stretch marks she would surely get, the weeks of morning sickness, the crazy food cravings, bloating and swelling of different body parts, then the pain of being in labor and birthing.

She really did not want to go through all of that. But she wanted her ledger wiped clean of everything she had done and killing her own unborn child would only put the red back that was already removed.

Despite the fact that she and Steve were not in love, she didn't think she could kill something that was part of one of her team mates. Especially from someone as good, kind and perfect as Steve.

"Will I have to change my last name?" she asked.

"Only on paper. You can still go by Romanoff if you want to. I just want my child to have my family name." he answered.

"Fair enough." Natasha said. "Alright. I accept."

Steve's posture seemed to relax a little knowing that his child was out of danger. Now he just had to make sure it stayed that way.

Natasha might kill him from the attention he would give her through the pregnancy but he would rather his life be on the line instead of his baby.

"So, when should we tie the knot?" she asked.