the italicized parts are memories

Steve's mind is in overdrive doing backflips. He thinks back to the first time it had happened.

"Steve, you did not beat me at that race," Natasha exclaims, face red and sweaty from their challenge. They had done a 2 mile race to see who was faster, and were both head to head for awhile. Steve sinks into the couch, glancing up at her before smirking. "Tasha, you know I'm always up for a rematch," he says watching her get riled up.

"Wouldn't want to risk breaking any bones, old man, would we?" she taunts, moving closer. Closeness. It seems like there is something about Natasha that he cannot stay away from. She drives him crazy with her need to be superior all the time. It makes him wonder what she would be like in bed under the- "Hey red, white and blue? Your eyes could not glaze over more gramps."

He doesn't respond just rakes his gaze over her. Steve realizes he has wanted Natasha for awhile, and not just physically. I mean, who else will tease him into oblivion or call out his flaws and push him harder no matter what. There's this magnetic pull that keeps pushing more and more ideas in his head of them together. But that would be crazy, right? Her face grows worried, and she steps within his legs.

"Steve," she calls out again, face still flushed. He has waited far too long. He moves in gripping her waist and kissing her. She is stiff for one second before melting in his arms. He knew black widow has had experience, but this felt raw, like a flower in bloom. He slightly opens her mouth and earns a moan from her.

"God, steve I thought you were a virgin." His lips curl up at her idea. He would show her how wrong she was starting with her legs, and work his way up.

"Steve," her voice beckons, tugging his hair slightly. He peeks up for a sec and shakes his head giggling.

"Patience, Tash," Steve whispers before slowly mapping out her body as he would if he were stargazing.

That was two months ago. Had she known, and that's why she had asked Steve to leave just two weeks ago? Natasha appeared as if she might pass out. He should have noticed how guarded she had been. Steve should have been there. Right now he couldn't think straight. She turned her gaze off him, slumping to the elevator floor.

"When did you find out," he speaks softly. She ignores him looking around the room for an escape.

"Natasha, WHEN."

"Three weeks after I started feeling really sick. I went to the doctor, and well. I just didn't want you to worry."

"That is not your decision. It's my child too!" He says harshly. She winces, and he tries to get his pulse to stop racing so hard.

"Can we talk about this calmly," he switches attitudes. This is his kid, and damn it it Natasha is going to get away from him anymore.

"What do you want to do," she asks. Steve wonders what she is even thinking. How can a spy and a soldier risk their life and raise a child at the same time.

"I want the baby," he says and it's the most honest words said in the elevator so far.

Speaking of the elevator, it moves shakily, then smooth down the passage to the floor Natasha had pressed in a haste. Steve looked up at the camera in the elevator. Maybe there was a third party trying to fix things…. Tony? Nah. Natasha blushed slightly and then contained her hard cold exterior. "I will go over your place later to discuss this more okay?" She tells him. He smiles kissing her lightly before she steps out of the elevator. Steve could kiss whatever made the elevator malfunction.

Natasha paces outside his door. Should she even be here? How foolish could she be to think they could even raise a kid, only the entire world filled with evil people are out to get them at any moment. She thinks of Steve the heartbroken look he had given her when she had decided to not tell him.

"Natasha, just admit you like me sleeping over my place more than on your own and I will reward you."

Steve Rogers had a way of looking into you, his eyes deep blue, glass marbles willing to tell you what you wanted to hear. They had been arguing that she had liked him a little more than she would admit, which was true. Natasha would probably do anything he asked at this moment just to see him smile. That's why the pregnancy would not stop eating at her. She felt guilt every moment staring into his loving eyes. Could he handle this? A kid? She decides to feel him out.

"Steve, what are we doing?" she finally asks.

He exhales, and moves across the room. "You know how I feel," he says leaning against the sink, a smile making it's way onto his feature. Why did he have to put so much space between them? It made her decision become clearer to her. "Every time I'm with you, you know. Did you need a reminder?" He steps toward her.

She can't do this to him. Her relationship with Steve started off as a fling, nothing serious. The choice seemed obvious to her, end the relationship, and figure out the baby thing on her own. "Steve I don't need a reminder, I need you to go." His facial expression was openly hurt, then a grimace.

"What's wrong?" he asks now just two easy steps from her.

"This relationship started off as a joke, exploring feelings for each other. It didn't mean anything to me." The words are bitter off her tongue, but she wills herself to keep going despite the look on his face. "Please, I need you to leave and never come back."

Natasha refuses to look at him anymore, instead waits for his footsteps to move further along until he closes the door. She goes into the bedroom, and tells herself this is the best thing she could do. Even if it breaks her own heart in the process.

Steve opens the door, scaring her. "You're not very sneaky you know that," he laughs bringing her in the room.

"I'm nervous," she admits moving to his kitchen to grab a drink.
"Why is that? You're with me."
"Exactly Steve."

He frowns, before sitting at the table. "So first thing's first. This baby needs stability. Exactly why I'm going house hunting tomorrow in the morning if you want to come."

Natasha raises her eyebrows. "What's the problem with my appartment?" She asks playfully offended.

"You mean your bachelorette pad? The closest school to your place is 20 miles away."
"So you are imposing we move in together." She states sitting on the table.
"That would be ideal," he smiles, and she can't help but want to be closer to him.
"We'll table it for a later discussion. I don't really feel like discussing anymore." Steve could not agree more.

"Well I better get going." She gets up before heading to the door. This wasn't that bad… but she feels if she is here any longer she might tumble into bed with him again. "Actually, why don't you stay? You could test out the waters for a night of living with Steve Rogers." He winks.

The truth is Steve doesn't want to stay away anymore. He wants her and the baby more than anything.

"Okay. Just one night."

That's all Steve needed to convince her.