AN: This is the sequel of My Secret, My Sister and it's focusing mostly on Nate's and Steve's marriage and such, it will also have the events of the Winter Soldier in it.

I'm also very embarrassed to say that I have been spelling Steve's last name wrong all the way through My Secret, My Sister. I'm going to leave that as it is, but I'm going to write Rogers right in this story.

Hope you enjoy the first Chapter.

"The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected." - Nicholas Sparks

They had only been married a month before Steve was reassigned to Washington with Natasha—Nate, of course, moved with her husband into an apartment that S.H.I.E.L.D gave them.

The apartment was smaller than anything that Nate was used to, it had a short hallway with one bedroom, one bathroom, a partly enclosed kitchen and a small living room.

It seemed smaller with the pile of cardboard boxes in the middle of the room and with the furniture pushed up and stacked up against one of the walls, waiting for Steve to move them into place.

But it was theirs, only theirs, and the only robot in the apartment would be Howie. They would be cooking their own meals, washing their own plates and clothes and cleaning the apartment on their own.

"You ready?" Steve asked as nodded towards the small mountain of boxes filled with things that they needed to unpack.

"As I'll ever be." She replied as she marched forward towards the boxes.

It took them almost three hours to unpack everything and set it in the right place before they could collapse on to their couch with Howie jumping up next to them.

"Welcome to your new home Captain Rogers." She muttered as she kissed his jaw making his arms tighten around her waist.

"Welcome to you too Mrs Rogers." He whispered against her skin before he pressed a kiss to her neck making her shiver slightly and him grin.

"We have a new bedroom to break in." Nate reminded him with an almost innocent tone that was ruined by the sly smirk on her face.

He easily stood up and swiped her into his arms which made her give a scream-like laugh before she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss.

Using only his memory as he didn't break the kiss, the Captain was able to carry his wife to their new bedroom and kick the door closed behind them. They wouldn't be surfacing for some time.

Howie gave a whiny groan before he hit the TV control with his foot so he had something to do while his owner and her partner were busy.

"Washington? You've moved to Washington?" Tony stared at the image of his sister in disbelieve. "I go out of country for a brief holiday with Pepper, and I come back to find you, Natasha and Steve have moved to Washington."

"It's only for a little while." Nate tried to reason as she moved off screen.

"A year is a bit longer than a little while Natasha Rogers." Tony said sternly making Nate gape at him.

"You never call me Natasha." Nate pointed out stunned.

"You've never moved when I was on holiday before! Washington!" Tony shot back.

"I'll talk to you every night like when I moved to New York," Nate told him, "we'll be moving back soon enough."

"A year." Tony pouted at her making her smile.

"It'll fly by." Nate reassured him.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked curious with all her moving about and the sounds he could hear in the background.

"Cooking." Nate's simple answer made him choke on his own spit.

"You don't know how to cook!" He exclaimed making her glare at him—she had their father's glare.

"I'm learning." She informed him before she cut the connection.

"Pepper!" Tony complained as he searched for his other favourite people. "Bruce! She hung up on me! And Nattie's cooking!"

Steve's new assignment came with a new team. A S.T.R.I.K.E team that he didn't trust—expect for Natasha and that was only because she was friends with them—as he didn't know if they were part of Hydra or not.

It made him uneasy going on missions with them and not know if they were really his enemy or not.

Part of him was always in combat-mode when he came back with his team to see Nate waiting for him. He always kept her pressed protectively to his side when he reached her and Natasha would flanking her on Nate's other side—the team didn't know him well enough that that gesture meant that he didn't trust him despite the jokes and such he would share with them.

It became worse when a month into their move they realised that Nate was pregnant and was due sometime in March. His hand rarely left its protective place on her slowly rounding and expanding stomach whenever they were together—watching a movie, walking around, sleeping and simply standing.

Nate thought it was both cute and annoying, but didn't try to stop him.

Steve had lost almost everything, all his old friends with either dead or had grown old without him, his world had changed greatly into a strange new world that was so different than the one he had grown up in and the one thing Steve feared more than anything was losing Nate and their baby.

It had been clear from the beginning of their relationship. It had been in the way Steve would protectively hold her, go out with her anywhere when they weren't on missions, the way he kissed her lovingly and desperately, and the way as soon as he woke from his nightmares his hand would reach for her and pull her as close to him as possible.

It was in every loving yet almost frantic moment they had sex, the way he would rest his head over her chest—and later when she became pregnant, over her stomach—as they caught their breath back and basked in the after-glow.

And Nate understood, and frankly she enjoyed the obvious ways he showed he loved her.

Nate knew if something happened to Tony, she would break, but she also knew if something happened to Steve and their baby, she would shatter.

So to lessen Steve's worry when he was away, she kept to the apartment and surfed the web for things that they would need for the baby Rogers. She began to eat more healthy, did regular exercise and took regularly took naps later in her pregnancy.

Their time in Washington seemed to be going well, they had even been able to go back to New York for Christmas, and seemed like the year they spent in DC would be uneventful. And it could have been if Hydra didn't finally make its move.