A/N: WOW, I wasn't expecting as many Follows and Favorites as I've gotten! Thank you so much, guys! I made the mistake of opening my email at work to see the notifications, and Squee'd. Thankfully, no one else was in the office then.

This was originally a one-shot for my other series, but it quickly spiraled out of control, and the rabid plot bunnies demanded an actual story.

At this rate, I'm definitely going to be including various other Marvel superheros, so be forewarned about seeing Spiderman and/or Deadpool, Punisher and Daredevil. But most of that won't be for another several chapters.

As usual, I own nothing you see, Disney does (At least for the animated rights).

Chapter 2

"How serious?" she asked, slowing down her gait to allow the lab doors to open.

"Remember that interesting research project you were telling me about?" She nodded, "This is even bigger than that. I just need an abortion, and you will have all the sample material you need." I told her as nonchalantly as I could.

"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you. I could have sworn that you said an abortion." I nodded and she stammered for a moment, then; "You can't even get pregnant, Agent Romanoff. I've read your file. The damage, you don't even have all the required organs anymore." She looked towards the door as if judging how long it would take her to escape a delusional Black Widow.

"Run the tests, Simmons." I sighed and told her.

*20 Minutes Later*

"Congratulations. You are pregnant. How exciting! " Simmons clapped and smiled. "But are you sure about getting rid of it?"

"Not really, but can you imagine me as a mother?"

She looked off wistfully, and told me, "You know, I think I can."

"I want it out of me. Fury will kill me over this." Actually, I just felt trapped, like my body had betrayed me in the worst way. I had never prepared for something like this to happen, and I had no idea what I should do.

"I don't feel right aborting it… it's truly a miracle." Simmons told me, eyes downcast and no longer smiling, "How does the father feel about it?"

"He doesn't know." I said with a tone of finality.

"It's Captain Rogers, isn't it? I mean, it would make sense, in that his serum would be able to literally regrow your organs." She looked torn, and raised her head to look me in the eyes, "I can't do this. I mean, how would I ever be able to face Captain America again?" She went white as a sheet, "How would I be able to face Coulson again?" She pressed her hand to her mouth.

"Coulson's dead, so you don't really need to worry about him." I told her, wondering how she would have even known him.

She looked confused, "Director Coulson sent me here for training to make me a more effective in the field." I saw as understanding dawned on her. "He's alive. Director Fury brought him back using Project TAHITI after the Battle of New York. I take it you were never informed?" she explained softly.

I felt my gorge rise, and I jumped off the exam table to bolt to the bathroom.

*30 Minutes (and a nasty bout of morning sickness) Later*

"Coulson's a director? And has alien blood?"

"Yep, that about sums it up."

"Can you give me something for the morning sickness?" I panted, holding a small basin on my lap.

"Yeah, I've got something for that." She played with a pen, idly. "Can I give you some unsolicited advice?" she looked up at me, clearly worried I would attack her for it.

"I just found out from FRIDAY this morning that I am pregnant. And that Captain America's the father." I said, throwing away the basin and brushing my hair back with my fingers. "I don't even know how to tell Steve. I didn't even remember sleeping with him." I felt compelled to tell her.

"You need to tell him, or leave and get an abortion somewhere off grid. The fetus is too valuable. I will keep your secret, but I can't help you unburden yourself of it. The chances are too high that it would fail, being that the fetus likely has the serum in its system." She paused for a minute, gathering the courage to say the next part, "Also, he should be aware of his super fertility, so he's forewarned of the likely consequences." Simmons tone brooked no disagreement. I looked at her, surprised to see she could be that serious.

"Director Coulson would want to be godfather to your baby." Simmons said as she suddenly smiled, while I outright laughed.

"You've never seen Coulson fanboy over Cap," I said between bouts of laughter. "It is absolutely hysterical. I could see him treating this kid like his favorite collectable." I smiled fondly at the thought.

"I have his direct line, if you would like to tell him." She offered kindly.

"If I decide to keep it, I'll take you up on that." I told her, waving as I walked out of the lab.