"Hey, Rhiannon," Bucky's voice from the doorway captures my attention. I look up from the computer towards him, a grim look on his face. "Steve and T'Challa are back…they found it." I nod my head as I push myself back from the desk and slid my shoes back on. They were a little snug, but that wasn't anything new. I was twenty weeks pregnant and everything was swelling and tight on me. The doctors (I had whole team of them, at Steve's request, monitoring my progress) told me that normally at this stage women would have gained about ten pounds…yet with super baby (yes, I called them super baby sometimes) I had gained about twenty. Luckily, everything else seemed normal and I was feeling fine, so I had actually only met with the doctors once so far. Bucky just smiles at me kindly as I walk slowly over to him. "So, what food are we this week?" he asks as we start down the hall.

"This week we are banana baby," I tell him, earning a chuckle. It may have been weird, but I monitored the growth of the baby by comparing them to food. This week, they were roughly the length of a banana. "Yet, the thought of eating a banana just makes me sick."

"Steve'll have to tell the kitchen not to send any up with breakfast. We wouldn't want a replay of the orange incident." I lightly push on Bucky's shoulder, muttering for him to shut up. Bucky not going back under was one of the best decisions he could have made. Between his daily therapy sessions, talking with Steve, training with T'Challa's men, Bucky was making amazing strides towards recovery. Plus, he was really looking forward to this baby coming.

"No, I think that poor kitchen aide is going to be scarred for life." I say with a grimace. "I still apologize to her every time I see her."

Bucky just shakes his head and laughs. "So, am I getting a niece or a nephew?"

I roll my eyes as my hand subconsciously comes up and starts rubbing at my stomach. "You are going to get what you get and you are going to love them regardless." I was vehemently against finding out the gender of SuperBaby/BananaBaby. It annoyed some people to no end, but it isn't their decision. "We have another appointment today, after he gets back. The 'big ultrasound' as they call it."

"What if you guys just tell me?" Bucky says as we near T'Challa's office. "You can tell me and then I'll keep it secret from you guys—"

"Time to calm down Uncle Buck," I say as we enter the office. Steve looks from me to Bucky, automatically guessing what we were talking about. "Getting a little excited over Banana Baby."

T'Challa and Steve both shake their heads and laugh. "How are we feeling today?" T'Challa asks me.

"Oh," I say with a sigh. I lower myself down into a chair near his desk where him and Steve were both standing. "Like I ate one too many tacos…but other than that just anxious to see what you guys found."

Steve knew I'd want to get right down to business. "The file was where Buck said it would be." He picks up a thick looking file off the glass and metal desk. "Luckily, we got to it before anyone else could."

I nod my head. "I don't think Tony or anyone would think to go look for it." I let out another sigh before standing up and holding out my hand. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's see it." Steve stares at me for a moment before handing over the file. I take it and move to sit at a conference table on the other side of the room. Lifting the cover of the file, I'm greeted with a photo of my adopted dad, Daniel. This was the file HYDRA had on him…why they had the Winter Soldier kill him. I thumb through it, silently, reading and absorbing every single line and detail. Steve, Bucky, and T'Challa wait silently, pacing behind me or sitting at the table with me. None of them reach for any of the file, letting me read everything first. After about an hour, I finally shut the file and lean back in the chair, shutting my eyes. Bucky is the first to speak up.

"What did it say?" he asks, his voice strained.

I open my eyes again and meet his across the table. "They wanted Daniel dead because he was starting to catch onto HYDRA." I say. "He had suspected something was going on with S.H.I.E.L.D…never really trusted them."

"Did it say anything about why they let you live?" Steve asks.

I nod my head. "Um, the file says that 'after much debate, Rhiannon Saggart will be allowed to live, given her exceptional talents.'" I recite. "They hoped to eventually recruit me. My two friends who worked in my office…Alex and Tim…they were placed there to recruit me."

Steve's hand comes down on my shoulders, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into my neck. "Are you okay?" He says, his voice low.

"I'll be fine," I tell him, one of my hands reaching up to lay on his. I look across the table at Bucky, who was staring at the file as if he could rewrite everything in it. "Nothing has changed Bucky…" I say to him as he looks up at me. "Nothing in here has changed my feelings towards you." Bucky just nods his head, looking down again. The room is filled with silence again for a moment until I slide the file across the table to Steve. "Do what you want with it."

"Rhi-"

"Come on," I cut him off as I stand up. "We need to get to the appointment."

Steve lets out a sigh as he stands up too. I don't know what he does with the file, but when he joins me at the door it's not in his hand. He pushes the door open for me before I walk out without saying a goodbye or thank you to anyone in the room.

"Heartrate is a little elevated…everything okay?" Dr. Okafor asks as she squirts the cold gel on my stomach. I nod my head, even though I knew she wouldn't believe me. The doctor was not only monitoring the baby closely, but they were keeping an eagle eye on me as well. "Because you know, extra stress-"

"Isn't good for either of us," I say, rolling my eyes. I adored Dr. Asha Okafor; she was the only doctor besides Helen Cho that wasn't an annoyance to me. "I know that. I just…I'm fine. I'll be fine."

Asha just purses her lips at me as she brings the wand to my stomach. I know that normally an ultrasound tech would be doing this part…but with the high-risk pregnancy Steve, I, and Asha felt better with her doing it…actually just I felt better. "Alright then, let's see if baby is just as easily stressed out as mom."

"For Steve's sake I hope not," I say, glancing up at my husband. He looks down at me also, briefly leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.

Asha moves the wand around on my stomach, lightly pressing in on certain points. "Are you two wanting to know the gender?"

"No." I answer flatly. Steve knew not to answer. We had gone round and round with this discussion. Asha looks at me, raising an eyebrow. "We just want to know if they are healthy. Gender doesn't matter to me."

"Mm-hmm," she says in response, turning her head back towards the monitor. "What about you Steve…I can tell just you…"

Steve hesitates a moment. "I—I better not…" I look up at him again to see him staring at the monitor along with Asha.

"Could you…I don't know, write it down on an envelope?" I say without even thinking.

"You don't have to-"

"We will think about it," I say, cutting Steve off. "Just write down the gender on a piece of paper and we will talk it over." Asha shakes her head as she laughs.

"We will see banana baby in like twenty weeks…or less," I argue as Steve paces in front of me.

"And I would like to give him or her a name and not refer to them as food," Steve counters.

"Are you sure?" I say, arching an eye brow at him. "Next week is carrots and I know how much you love my roasted carrots." Steve stops his pacing and looks at me deadpan. "Okay, I'll cool it with the food comparisons…"

"Why don't you want to know the gender?" Steve says. He sits down on the couch next to me, draping an arm across the back of the couch.

I let out a huff of air as I pull my knees up to my chest. The action is in vain though because my stomach has gotten larger. "I don't know," I say with a shrug. I swing my legs up and lay them over Steve's lap as I lay back against the pillows in the corner of the couch. "We know everything else about the poor kid…I would just like one thing to be a surprise."

"We know all of this for their safety…not just because we want to know," Steve says. He grabs one of my feet, working the knots out with his long fingers. It feels like heaven.

"Why do you want to know?" I ask him.

Steve lets out a sigh as he keeps rubbing my feet. "You know we didn't have that sort of technology before the ice," he says. "I guess since it's available…"

"I get it," I say, nodding my head. I let out a sigh as I move my hand and rest it on my stomach. "If you want to know…you can look at the envelope. But I don't want to know."

"I'll think about it," Steve says. "Because I see your point too…"

"Hmmm," I hum to myself as a thought occurs to me. Steve looks at me, hearing the sound. "We survived our first of many disagreements about banana baby."

Steve smiles and nods his head. "Well, I don't think we'll be disagreeing too much…we both want the same thing for them. For he or she to grow up safe, loved, and a good person. The rest is just details."

"You're right," I say, my eyes fluttering shut. I don't say anything about the emphasis Steve had put on the word 'safe'. We sit there is silence for a few moments, Steve switching which foot he was rubbing. As we sit there, feel a weird fluttering in my stomach. I immediately recognize what it is, but I still don't believe it. "Woah," I say, sitting up and clutching at my belly. My eyes go wide as the fluttering continues.

Panic washes over Steve's face. "What's wrong?" he says, sounding just as panicked as he looked. Steve was a natural leader, he kept his cool in high stress situations…but this baby was bringing out the panicky side of him. "Do I need to call-"

"No, Steve, honey," I grab his hand and place it on my belly. His panic turns to confusion as he also feels the fluttering.

After a moment, he finally realizes what it is. "Is it-"

I nod my head like a mad woman. "That's our kid…they're kicking!"

"Why do I feel like I've been called into the principle's office?" Bucky says as he enters the living space we had at T'Challa's palace. "You two have already got that stern parent vibe going on…"

"Oh please," I say, playfully rolling my eyes. "Has he always been this dramatic?" I say, looking up at Steve.

"Always," Steve says, nodding his head. We both laugh as Bucky rolls his eyes. "We just want to talk to you about something Buck…"

"Uh-oh," Bucky says, sitting down in the accent chair cattycorner to the sofa. "That doesn't sound good…"

"Like I said…dramatic…" I say. "Anyway…you know the other day Steve and I had an appointment with Dr. Okafor—"

"Is everything okay?" Bucky says, a look of panic crossing his face.

"Yeah, everything is fine," Steve says. "Baby is healthy, Rhiannon is healthy. We actually felt the first kick the other day as well…"

"Okay…so why did you guys want to see me?" Bucky asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, we found out the sex of banana baby," I say. I lean forward and pick up the envelope Asha had given us with the gender of the baby inside.

"We've been debating back and forth on whether or not to look at it," Steve explains.

"I am one hundred percent against knowing…" I say.

"And I'm flexible either way," Steve says. "As we were discussing, we realized the only person who really wants to know…and that we care if they know…is you."

Bucky stares at us for a solid minute, not blinking. "You want me…to know the gender of your baby."

"Only if you want to know," I say. We had talked with Bucky's therapist, who agreed that if Bucky was comfortable with knowing, that this could be great for his recovery; us showing that we, mainly me, trusted him with something so personal and important. I extend the envelope towards him and he cautiously takes it. "You ask me just about every time you see me what I think they are. You're family, Bucky. If you want to know…we trust you to know—"

"And to keep it from us," Steve adds.

"Yeah, cause I will literally go crazy pregnant lady on you if you tell me," I also add. Bucky finally breaks a smile at that.

"Wow," Bucky shakes his head, looking down at the envelope. After a beat, he flips it over and rips it open. Steve grabs onto my hand as Bucky pulls out the letter. His eyes scan over it quickly before an even larger smile spreads across his face. Once he finishes reading it, he refolds the letter and places it back in the envelope.

"So, is Uncle Buck pleased?" I ask him as he folds the envelop in half and sticks it in the back pocket of his jeans.

"Yeah," he says, still smiling widely. "Uncle Buck is real pleased."