TheThirdTime'sACharm: Waaaay too into the Marvel Fandom as of late (thanks Captain America: The Winter Soldier).
Universe: Movieverse (aka the Marvel Movies that are sooo popular)
Inspired By: Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow, and the prospect that Cap and Widow had a child together. Also, all the CapWidow/Romanogers I've been reading on Fanfiction.
Title: Couvade Syndrome
Summary: Steve begins to experience all the mood swings and sicknesses that come from being pregnant via his expecting wife.
"Man, I hate Ninjas," Ironman complained as he spun on his heel to aim and shoot one of the warriors in black only for said opponent to dart out of sight. "They're damn near impossible to lock onto!"
"Maybe your suit's malfunctioning," Hawkeye quipped in with a smart little snicker. "Besides, there's nothing better than the good ole optical the Big Man blessed us with." With that, Hawkeye managed to aim right in the line of one of the Ninjas who tried to flip out of the way of his arrow—but to no success. "That's 10 for the hawk and 0 for the man of iron."
"Cram it, Barton!" Ironman shot back, turning just to shoot for the hell of it and somehow managing a strike across one of the Ninjas flipping around him. "Ha! Number 1 baby!"
Hawkeye merely rolled his eyes and continued his mission in picking off these adversaries one by one with his skills. Ironman may have been having the hardest times with the Ninjas of the Yashida Clan but Thor was likely having the best time. That god had fun wherever he went, whether out to lunch or out on a mission, like tonight.
"Thunder!" Ten, ten at a time fell and that little lightning show had a nice effect on lightening the arena around them to show where the other Ninjas were and who they were creeping on.
Thor seemed to be taking on the brunt of the force, but when the attention turned toward the Captain it was noted that his fight with the Clan's leader, the one who called himself the Silver Samurai was none the fairer.
The Star-Spangled-Captain was struggling to fight the armored warrior while simultaneously fighting to keep several Ninja's from sticking kunai into of his back. The others had never seen him so frustrated with a challenging situation, but hey, he had been—dare they say—"moody" the whole way to Japan; from the moment they got onto the jet to the moment they fell into this ambush.
His mood hadn't lightened when the others began saying he was making up for the emotions they were missing from their absent member who had been increasingly upset for not being allowed to participate in this mission. She was about to suit up and go with them had Dr. Banner not volunteered to stay her and be that "warning" if she tried upsetting and ignoring her Doctor's advice to stay behind.
Just as they were leaving the base each male could feel lasers burning into the back of their heads—through armor and helmet; didn't matter what protection you wore. So, in a matter of two minutes after the jet had taken off, the Black Widow's frustration had become the Captain's and instead of getting the hell annoyed out of it the others decided to egg it on by noticing this mood or attitude and naming it, "Natasha."
"Natasha?" Ironman asked as he came to stand next to Hawkeye who had quite the good view of the noble leader in action. Hawkeye snickered and nodded. "Natasha," he agreed.
After struggling for a few minutes with the onslaught of well-trained Ninjas assaulting him Captain America managed to fall back against a crate and crush the Ninja on his back into the metal casing. After that the Ninjas couldn't surround him anymore and he was free to kick, punch, and head-butt any who dared a frontal attack.
After they were taken care of the Captain, slightly out of breath, moved on to their leader. With just a shield in hand he fought Japanese man. Sword and shield met and just as the Silver Samurai turned and kicked Captain America hard in the gut his two teammates who had been watching from a crane were surprised to see how much pain the man was in.
"What's wrong with him?" Ironman asked, motioning his gauntlet toward the struggling Captain who looked quite hurt by the blows he was receiving by the samurai. "He's a freakin' Super Soldier. Why can't he take that?"
"Strange indeed."
Hawkeye and Ironman turned to see their friendly god standing next to them, behind him lay in wake the ruined army of Ninjas. They motioned back toward their Captain letting the god see for himself how Captain America struggled in his fight against the armored crime lord. The blond arched a brow before looking at them with questions filling his gaze.
"Is that metal warrior using something the Captain is invulnerable to?" Thor questioned with a swing of his hammer, ready to come to his friend's aide if something foul was amidst in this grand fight.
"He's a Super Soldier," Hawkeye mentioned. "There's no such thing as any possible weakness for them—unless it's sheer strength that he's overwhelmed by."
Thor cocked his head back and looked back toward the Silver Samurai and sized him up from his position. With a scoff he looked back at his "brethren."
"Surely you must be joking. Our Captain is far more valiant and a better warrior than this fiend."
Everyone rolled their shoulders and prayed it was true. Their Captain was stronger than most and this display was nothing short of sad—but then again none of them went head-to-head in combat with this villain yet so who were they to judge on battle performance?
Right when they were about to jump in and assist the soldier after seeing the Silver Samurai raise his katana to chop the Captain's head off—which they were all sure he couldn't regrow—the Captain turned and uppercut the samurai. The man dressed in silver fell back, off his feet and hit his back hard. All that armor made it easy to stand against adversaries but hard to get up off the ground if knocked down.
"See? No harm done," Ironman mentioned as they watched their Captain kick the Samurai's chest in before he leant down and worked on the helmet, battering it open with the sheer power of his fist.
Startled the team immediately raced toward their Captain to stop him before he killed the criminal.
"Yah! Rogers, stop!" Ironman shouted, flying to him first and taking hold of his arm, holding him back from another blow that could be fatal to the now unconscious Silver Samurai.
"Ease yourself, Captain America," Thor bade, his grip tight on the hilt of his hammer just in case the villain had done something to their beloved Captain.
"What's got into you?" Ironman asked as he reluctantly let go of their leader's arm and eyed him warily as the Captain picked up his discarded shield near the scene.
"I know," Hawkeye spoke up.
"No, not another word," Captain America warned, raising a finger in show of his warning.
Hawkeye smirked and then looked toward his fellow teammates who all nodded with smiles of their own.
"Natasha."
"Damn it. I said enough!" Captain America complained before unstrapping his helmet now coated with his own caked blood and ripped it off his head to reveal further frustration etching into his brow.
The others gave off laughter before Ironman opened his helmet and smirked at the Captain. "Sorry, Cap, but even you can't deny you're acting like the primadonna, no doubt cursing our very names with an Ouija board this minute. All that frustration looks a lot like hers," Ironman said as he motioned toward his own face in gesture.
"That can be explained, but what about that poor show you put on for us with the Silver Samurai?" Hawkeye inquired as he crossed his arms, waiting for an explanation.
Captain America flapped his arms to his sides, looking at his teammates. "I don't know what answer you expect for me to give. It was just a bad run. That's all. Let's pack it up."
So they did as told. No more questions and no more sharp quips as they made their way back to the pickup. It was early dawn and they could see the skies beginning to turn blue. Neither could wait to return to base for some long wanted R&R.
"Clean up the mess, boys?" Maria Hill asked as she walked out of the carrier ready to lift off.
"We did as ordered, Ma'am," Captain America said with a salute. His smile now back in place at the prospect of going back to the Helicarrier though the other three seemed less enthralled about what waited for them upon their return.
The moment, the very moment Captain America finished his sentence he leaned over and vomited. Ironman quickly jetted away, Hawkeye jumped several feet back and Thor just so happened to be the one to get it all over his shoes. The god made a big frown before reaching over and patting the Captain's back quite hard.
"Are you well, Steve?" Thor asked in concern, the condition of his shoes forgotten for the unusual sudden sickness displayed on his normally healthy friend.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., scan Rogers and make sure he didn't contract something. If this thing's strong enough to get a Super Soldier sick then God knows what it'll do to us normals," Ironman said as his AI did as commanded.
"Sir," J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice came across the entire accompaniment. "Scan detects that Steve Rogers AKA Captain America has contracted nothing and is in prime shape."
"What, how?" Ironman asked. "No, no scan him again."
"When was the last time you actually . . .?" Hawkeye motioned to his lips and then out of them as if motioning a vomiting action.
Steve wiped it away and looked quite baffled. "Sorry, guys . . . guess I was shaken up more than I thought."
"Steve."
The Captain and the others turned toward Maria who had her arms crossed and a strange knowing smile on her lips.
"Are you aching in places you don't normally ache?" she asked, narrowing her eyes as if she read his answer to her question.
The Captain looked toward the others as if embarrassed before turning back toward Hill and nodding his head timidly. With that simple gesture as an answer the woman smiled and nodded in understanding.
It was the first time Natasha smiled in . . . oh, say three weeks. No, it wasn't those sadistic smirks or evil grins usually seen on said assassin but a genuine smile full of love and nurture and compassion . . . well . . . mostly for the grumpy-faced old man they called their leader.
"Couvade Syndrome," Tony said through hard-to-breathe laughs. "Do you know what that is, Nat?"
"I know what it is, Tony, so ease up," she said as she laid on her bed while the rest of the men stood around full of laughter and jests mostly aimed toward her husband. She smiled, shaking her head and then reaching up to touch her man's firm square jaw. "Steve, why didn't you tell me you were having a sympathy pregnancy?"
"Because I didn't know what it was," Steve admitted but offered a smile for his wife.
The two certainly weren't the match made in heaven but after beating around the bush and an annoying mission where they were ordered to pose as a married couple on their honeymoon, well, one thing led to another; Natasha making it her mission to unvirgin Rogers; Rogers not putting up a fight; finding out about the pregnancy in the oddest of ways; officially getting married per Captain's orders, and now there they were. If that didn't bring a pair of head-butting but kin-at-heart people together then nothing would.
But lately Natasha had been getting scrapped from missions as she grew bigger and bigger to the point Colonel Fury decided to order her to stand down. And by stand down he meant "bed rest." The redhead fought tooth and nail against it until they placed Dr. Banner as her overseer. She remembered well what he had done to her in New York City and Steve did as well. In fact he was the one insisting she not be kept under his charge which led to a small little conflict in teammates especially when Tony Stark brought up trust issues.
So, in the end, Dr. Banner was allowed to watch her in her delicate state and so far he had monitored her successfully, keeping her in bed and with company as much as he could. He was even the one who announced the little one she was carrying would be a boy, which the couple had rightly named "James."
"Wow, that is something else," Dr. Banner chuckled before patting Natasha's hand. "You're a lucky girl; knowing your husband is so connected to you and the child."
"I know," Natasha said with a proud smile, looking up at her husband who offered her a soft pink dusting on his cheeks like the eternal virgin he'd be no matter how many times she'd bed him.
"Yeah, figures. He was always an emotional wreck," Tony chided.
"Tony," Natasha complained, shaking her head in shame at him. "You can't just say that. You don't know what it's like to be an expecting father."
There was a silence in the room from Tony's frown and the cut of his fun, but it seemed like Dr. Banner turned just in time to avoid eye-contact with billionaire. Tony noticed this before pointing to him.
"What's so funny, Banner?" Tony pushed.
"What? Nothing, nothing," the man horribly lied.
"Oh my god," Natasha gasped, looking at the doctor she could read just as good as the Captain. "Is Pepper . . . is she expecting?"
"She told me not to tell," Banner admitted, looking like the guilty puppy he was.
"Oh, congratulations, Stark," Thor said as he came up to him and wrapped him in a giant bear hug, lifting him off his feet the same way he did Steve when they heard of the news. "But, if you don't mind, I must take my leave. All these circumstances seem too common and I must check on a lady-friend of mind."
Thor casually left the room and just as he did the temperature turned to ice. Clint was one of the first to feel the frigid chill and shivered. "Well, it's a little too cold in here for me," he said and made his way out.
Tony pointed to the Doctor as he made to leave. When he looked at the man who was Ironman the doctor smiled apologetically before slowly backing away, trying to make his way toward the door.
"I'm sorry," he said even though he shouldn't really be the one apologizing for this kind of thing. "She said she was going to tell you soon and . . ."
"Who is it?" Stark asked quickly and the rest in the room almost didn't catch what he said.
"Excuse me?" Banner asked, fixing his glasses for a moment before reaching his hand back and feeling for the door to the room. Nothing but air. Dammit.
"Who's the damn father, you sonofabitch? !" Tony demanded and the others swore they saw his face getting red. "I know what it takes to get pregnant so tell me who's the goddamn bastard!"
Dr. Banner spared a confused glance toward Steve and Natasha who shrugged their shoulders and silently told him, "Stark may be a genius, but he lacks way too much common sense." Before anymore the doctor decided to turn and bolt for it before he was strangled for keeping the secret of a nonexistent man Pepper was supposedly having an affair with.
"Heh, poor man," Steve chuckled before turning back toward his wife who looked up at him from the bed she had been laying in for a good couple of weeks. "How's everything holding up?"
Natasha smiled before shaking her head. "I don't think I have to tell you all my aches and pains since you feel them yourself." Steve smiled before she motioned him closer, leaning her head up off the pillow. "Come here." Steve obliged and leaned down to let his bride kiss him sweetly.
The kiss lasted for about five seconds before Steve found himself to be the one in the bed with Natasha above him and he wondered ever so thoughtfully how she managed to switch their positions with that large belly of hers. With a confused blink, his lips pursed, and his body still trying to figure out what happened to its sitting position, Steve looked up at his wife whose eyes darkened ever so slightly into that forest green he's only seen when they're . . .
"So tell me, Steve," she said as she wrapped her thighs around his waist and leaned down and purposely rubbed her breasts against his abdomen up to his torso before leaning back again, a devious smile on her rosy lips. "If you can feel what I'm feeling . . . can you feel how aroused I am right now?"
Steve didn't say anything. He just simply gulped and that was all the answer Natasha wanted as she leaned down and began to devour her prey. Hey, she could just blame it on the hormones that she and Steve seemed to share.
Next Oneshot . . .
Universe: HighschoolAU
Title: Teenage Sweethearts
Summary: Natasha is a foreign student at Shield High who unexpectedly gets mixed up with the captain of the football team, Steve Rogers. After a slow start their relationship becomes more intimate and the next thing Natasha knows is she's telling her All-American boyfriend she's pregnant.