"Wanda?" Natasha's word was both a question and a greeting, her eyes darting around bathroom like she expected some threat to come crashing through the vanity. This behavior did not alarm said woman however. After three years fighting alongside the master spy she'd come to expect it. Nat was conditioned to prepare for the worst… and it wasn't often that Wanda entered her head from halfway across Avenger's facility, a physic destress call on her mind.
"It's fine." Wanda attempted to explain exactly why she had summoned other woman, hoping her voice wouldn't shake too much. "I'm not in that kind of trouble."
"You're on the floor." Natasha observed, clearly not convinced.
"Y-yeah." Here Wanda's voice did break. Shifting in the spot where she'd collapsed a few minutes earlier the woman took a shaky breath as if she could actually will her nervousness away. The action, she could see, did little to reassure her teammate. "My legs gave out. I've had a bit of a- a- shock."
"A shock? Precisely what kind of trouble are you in?"
Wanda didn't answer right away. Instead her muscles went rigid as Natasha's eye's thinned, studying her for a long moment. Generally, Wanda (and Nat too for that matter) was known around avenger's facility for keeping her private affairs private. So faced with exposing this part of herself, even to Natasha who she liked and trusted, gave the woman's already rattled emotions a rather violent thrash.
Panicked tears tickled at the corner of her eyes then, her mouth suddenly feeling rather dry and useless. The last time she'd been this torn and confused was when she'd lost her brother. Wanda had blown an entire cathedral worth of robots to dust then. It is probably best I don't do that here. A calmer part of the woman's thoughts fought for supremacy. No matter how much I actually dislike the shower's backsplash.
Still, even as Wanda attempted to will tension from her body, she did not trust her legs to hold her weight. Not when her nerves insisted on going off like land mines every other minute. So the woman summoned scarlet to her hands. Uncurling her fingers from their rigid grip tangled in her skirt Wanda revealed what she had been hiding there, levitating object into Natasha's space.
"A pregnancy test?" Nat simply raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Wanda made a short, quick nod in confirmation. "And it is positive."
"I can see that." The other woman replied rather calmly, her voice sounding to controlled. To untrained ears her tone might have seemed light and curious. Yet Wanda knew Nat well enough to hear past casual façade. Underneath airy words there was seriousness. "Congratulations I guess, but shouldn't you be talking to your android about this instead of me? I'm probably not the best person to give advice about babies anyway, if that is where this is going."
Despite everything else, Wanda had to hold back a scoff at Natasha's words. Sometimes she wondered how Nat could be just so Nat and still doubt herself when it came to other things. She had a hand in managing Clint's children after all.
"I don't want Vision to know about this." Wanda ended up skimming over topic entirely. That was a matter for another time and place. "At least not yet. Not until I understand what is going on, because this-this-"
"Isn't possible." Natasha finished for her when Wanda faltered for words.
"Exactly." She said inside an exhale, her voice lowering to less than a whisper. Wanda could feel parallel thoughts working their way through Natasha's mind. She didn't even have to look inside her friend's head to know what she was thinking. It was visible enough in her eyes. Thoughts going a million miles a second, just like Wanda's had upon first seeing that little pink plus on pregnancy test. It was, just as Nat said, not possible. There was no actual scientific way it would happen, because it simply just didn't work like that… Vision didn't work like that.
"I'm going to ask you some rather blunt questions." Nat finally spoke. All attempts to sound indifferent gone. For some reason, (maybe it was reassuring to know she wasn't the only one bewildered) this relaxed Wanda's sparking nerves a bit. Showing she understood she gave a short nod. The other woman nodded back, relenting her own tense posture then. Apparently satisfied (…for now…) there was no present physical danger the master spy crossed her arms in a somewhat leisure pose, relaxing against doorframe outlining her.
"Just so I'm sure." She began. "You know how this generally happens right? Or do I have to give you the birds and the bees talk?"
"I'm confused not ten." Wanda hissed, red heat flushing across her skin despite herself. "I know how sex works Natasha. I think it is rather apparent, considering my present situation, I am having it."
"Moving on then." Nat segwayed without missing a beat. "I'll try to spare you some modesty here because I'm a nice person like that, and because I just don't want to know the details. But what I have to know is, is it sex in the traditional sense? I mean are you two actually putting screw A into slot B? Or is it more of a 'shove anything else in there so long as it gets the job done' sort of deal?"
"I hate you a little bit right now." To the other woman's credit, Natasha simply blinked when Wanda shot her a disgruntled look. Even after red briefly flashing in her eyes.
"Just answer the question."
"The way we have sex is no different than how anyone else has sex. If you must know Vision has all the parts. He just doesn't… have the ingredients to make a baby."
"Have you been having any extra creditor activities then? Or has a third party ever been involved?"
"Oh for god's sake Nat." Wanda shot back with a bit of a grit in her voice from the implication. "No. There has been no one else."
"Huh." Was all Natasha mustered for a moment, her head tilting to one side in thought. "Have you thought of the possibility that it might be a fluke then? A false positive."
"A fluke?" Honestly the idea hadn't yet crossed the woman's mind. She'd been too wrapped up in how this could have happened she didn't really pause to question is this actually happening.
A few hours later Wanda sat on her bed, waiting for the results of the seventh pregnancy test the pair had recently bought. So far every device, save for the three Natasha insisted on taking (to serve as a control group she'd said), had turned out positive.
"Even if this last one is negative-" The woman breather as Nat finished up the last of a gallon of raspberry-lemonade they had also purchased for occasion. "I think three out of four is evidence enough. I- Just- We still don't know how this is happening."
For a long time, sense before the fall of Sukovia or even the manifestation of her powers, Wanda had suspected she'd never have children of her own. At first her quest for revenge had been all encompassing, then there had been the Hydra experiments. Though Wanda didn't know what everything she'd been exposed to was (and most the time she didn't want to know) the ways she'd been poked and prodded… Sterilized was a rather logical conclusion for anyone to make.
"You know." Nat chimed, taking another swig from lemonade bottle. "We've been focusing on the how all afternoon. Maybe we should take a step back from that for a while." Wanda opened her mouth then, ready to argue that the how felt pretty damn important to her, but her teammate cut her off. Swift to react as she always was. "Like you said, regardless of what this last test says, you are most definitely pregnant. Think what that means. You are going to have a baby Wanda. An actual baby. Now, whether that excites or scared the living shit out of you is up to you and Vision, but it is happening."
As if Natasha could also play with people's mind her words hit Wanda hard and fast. She was going to have a baby. She was going to raise a child. (Even without thinking Wanda knew any offspring she had would remain hers.) Wanda Maximoff, the girl who has lost everything when Sokovia fell, the enhanced human being that had managed to find new life and meaning with old enemies, and the woman who fallen in love with a synthesized man was going to be a mother.
"Fuck."
"Don't get me wrong." Natasha spoke like she hadn't just hear her comrade curse like she'd just been winded. "We'll make an appointment with Helen Cho tomorrow. Maybe she can figure out the science to how. You might even want to check with Steven Strange. In case this is less science and more mysticism. Which given it's you, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Screw the how this is happening." Wanda found herself saying, surprising even herself. "How am I supposed to explain this to Vision?"
A/N: Assuming that MCU does make Wanda and Vision make magic babies together (making me the happiest fan girl in the world in the process) like they do in the comics I could see this scene playing out. Or something of the like.