Empty rooms made Natasha feel trapped.
Objects were useful, she could always find her way out of a room if she had something to break a window with or step on to reach a vent. Empty rooms were not the same, they posed a challenge even for her quick mind. Despite the connection she had made, much of her apartment was bare. Clint called it "weird minimalism bullshit" but Natasha did not see the need to decorate a temporary place. Even if it was an apartment, it was not her home. Filled with only enough furniture to make her feel less suffocated, it could hardly be considered decorated. But it served its purpose, and that's all she needed.
Or did need.
Suddenly, it wasn't just her. Children needed more than just the bare minimum, they needed something that actually felt like a home. Steve's apartment was nice, and she knew he had an attachment to Brooklyn and that he always planned to live there. Everything about the apartment was very much him, and Natasha did enjoy the time she spent there, felt more comfortable in the space than she ever did in her own apartment.
Steve had been isolated since waking up from the ice, and as Natasha looked around the spare room she wondered if the baby would be better off living with him. The room was next to hers, white walls and wood floors, the same as it was when she moved in and the same design as hers. It felt cold. She had put a bed in there for the sake of taking up space, but other than the lone furniture it was empty. With her legs crossed as she sat on the floor, she tried to imagine it being a nursery. Tried to imagine a crib away from the window and the sun, a rocking chair next to it. A changing station and a dresser accompanied by toys littering the floor. As hard as she tried, she couldn't. The room wasn't meant to be a nursery, just like she wasn't meant to be a mother.
It felt like the walls were closing in on her. She was doing everything wrong and the kid was no where near even being born yet. Steve would know what to do, funny enough he was both the only person she wanted to see while also being the last. A part of her knew the best choice would be to give Steve primary custody, to have the kid live with him and rely on him. She could still be involved, of course, but Steve would be the better parent. But she didn't know if that's what she wanted. But parents weren't allowed to be selfish and that was exactly what she was doing. She threw open the window and breathed in the fresh air before another wave of nausea could set in.
The sound of the buzzer was enough to pull her out of whatever force was making her stay trapped in that room. Shutting the door and sealing her worries inside, she let out a relieved sigh from being freed before making her way to the front door. Steve stood there, both hands stuffed in his pockets. She expected him, had texted him only twenty minutes before that she was ready to talk. He replied instantly, had told her he would be over as soon as possible, and didn't waste any time in his arrival. "Ma'am," he greeted her. She hated when he did that, it made he feel old for one, and he usually only did it when he felt uncomfortable near her. Like when they first met and he could barely hold a conversation with her before tripping over his words. She thought they were past that.
"Hi."
He fidgeted, his eyes concentrating on his shoes as he tried to think of what to say. Did he know how easy he was to read? Maybe that's why Natasha liked him. Probably a little too much at that point. "Want to come in?" She offered, hoping to save him from slipping back to the old Steve she knew.
"Please," he said, grateful. Careful to not get in her personal space, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. His eyes roamed his surroundings as he followed her to the couch, though she had a feeling it was likely due to him not knowing what to do with himself.
"Did you change anything lately?" He asked, settling into the cushions.
"No, it's always been this boring," she said. Her floor in the Tower was decorated, nicely too, she'll admit it. Tony had hired an interior designer for the Tower, and it showed in every level and every personal touch. A waste of money if you asked Natasha, but it's not like that was really an issue for Tony.
"I didn't say that."
"You were thinking it."
"It looks very… clean." He decided on, keeping his eyes trained on the bare walls like they were actually interesting to look at.
"Steve," she said, done with any and all small talk, "We're both adults I think we can handle this conversation."
"Starting it seems like the hard part," Steve chuckled nervously. He looked good. He must have changed his hair recently, as it wasn't styled as neatly as it usually was and it looked attractively tousled as he ran a hand through the strands. He was wearing blue, and she couldn't help but think of when she had revealed to him that she liked him in the color. For a good reason too, the color only added to the way it fit him, the fabric clinging to his chest in a way that was not distracting for Natasha. At all. Asshole did that on purpose.
She hadn't seen him since she heard the news the week before, and she wondered what he had been up to. How he was handling it, or if he had told anyone yet. Natasha hadn't. She had kept to herself for the week, had taken the break Fury ordered for her after her stunt in the hospital the week before. Though she could see that Fury was onto her when she hadn't argued and gladly took the time off, but she figured that was a problem for later. He didn't know yet, and Natasha wasn't exactly excited to tell him.
"How are you feeling?" Steve asked softly. His hand rose, only to fall back into his lap after a moments hesitation. She could see that he wanted to comfort her, to reach out and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Faintly, she could remember his hand in hers when her mind had been clouded in that hospital bed. It was comforting, and her mind was too occupied to think of anything negative that could come from it. He was too optimistic for his own good sometimes, and that short moment between them had only broken his heart again once she was back to herself.
"Fine," Natasha answered. Good wouldn't have exactly fit. Handling it seemed a little too real.
"Your heads okay? And everything is fine with..." his eyes went to her stomach as he trailed off.
"Perfectly fine," she promised him.
"Good," he nodded. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to watch your back, I should've stayed close to you. Or done something-"
"You don't owe me anything," she said bluntly. He cocked his head to the side but before he could say anything, she continued. "And I don't want you to think you have any obligation to help me with..." This baby. Their baby. "All of this." Even after processing it, she still couldn't say the word out loud to him. It would make it real. Make it seem like it could cement them together in some way. "It's my choice to go through with this but you still have a way out."
"A way out? Natasha-" He cut himself off, sliding a hand down his face as he tried to put his thoughts into words. "I don't want out. I want to be involved completely, in every way that I can be."
Of course he did. Natasha wasn't expecting anything less from him, but still, something in her knew he should stay away from her. Had to give him the option even if he was too dumb to take it. Although it was better this way, she guessed, knowing this kid would have someone other than her. Not just anyone, but Steve. Perfect, kind Steve. "If that's what you want."
"It is," he insisted without an ounce of hesitation.
She couldn't change his mind, and was not exactly sure if she even wanted to. There was one thing she could do, though. She stood, went to the place that she found herself going to frequently for the past few days. There in her nightstand was a sonogram she had gotten during her first doctors visit earlier in the week. She was pregnant, no doubt about it after she had laid in a bed with a gel covering her stomach and looking at the screen next to her. It was real, and now she had something to remind her of it. Steve looked stiff when she returned to him, yet he still tried to smile at her when she sat back down. She handed him the scan, not saying anything as he rose an eyebrow.
Silence filled the room as he looked it over, and for a moment Natasha wondered if he knew what it was. She doubted he had any experience with pregnancy after coming out of the ice, would have no reason to know of the updated technology around it. Maybe Tony would have mentioned something, but she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't know much. "Is this a sonogram?" he asked, not looking up.
"Yeah."
"Would you look at that," he laughed. "This is really happening, huh?" He couldn't tear his eyes away, even when she settled onto the space next to him. At only two months pregnant, it looked a little odd to Natasha at first. Kinda like a blob if she was being honest. Still, her heart swelled as she peeked over Steve's shoulder, not getting over the image no matter how many times she looked at it. It was strange sharing it with Steve. Up until then it had been hers and hers alone, but it did mean as much to Steve as it did to her. She could see it in the way his eyes shined as tears threatened to spill over.
"Guess so," she said lightly.
"When did you go to the doctors?" He asked suddenly, finally looking up from the sonogram.
"Few days ago," she shrugged.
"I'd like to, I mean if it's okay with you, I'd like to come with you next time,"
"You don't have to."
"I want to," he insisted. "Its important to me, please."
"Fine," she relented. She made a mental note to text him later with the details, she didn't really want to talk about it in that moment. She had gotten some less than polite looks when she had entered the OB-GYN office by herself, and she didn't care to relive it. It would be nice to have someone with her though, as she couldn't help her eyes going to all the couples in the waiting room. "You can keep that, I asked for two," she offered.
"Thanks," he said sincerely, a sweet smile on his face. They shared a look as he turned to her. He looked happy, happier than he had been for a long time, and she found herself fighting the urge to smile back at him. He bumped her shoulder lightly with his own before saying, "Everyone's worried about you."
"Did you tell them?" She was quick to ask.
"No, I wanted to check up on you first. But they do know that you spent the night in the medical ward, and Tony's been wondering where you've been," he explained.
"Took a week off, Captain's orders."
"Doesn't mean you had to stay away for a week. We're going to have to tell them some time, probably sooner than later." He was right. She probably only had a few weeks before she started showing and she knew she would have to tell them before that. Still, she couldn't guess what their reactions would be. What they would think of her after hearing the news, and she was not in any rush to find out. She stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. "You can talk to me, you know. You used to trust me," he said.
"I still do."
"It's different now," he said. "You don't need to push us all away, especially not now." She could have been angry with him, if he had been annoyed, or mad at her, or anything besides concerned. It was difficult being near him for a number of reasons for the past few weeks, but she had found herself feeling guilt around him more than she had ever before. Though she was no stranger to it, it was a tiring emotion. The worst was that he still cared for her, even before they discovered the news. He was permanent in her life before they were officially joined. She didn't know why the thought terrified her so much.
"I'm not," she insisted. Distancing herself maybe, but not pushing.
"You are though, and you have been for months. Our situation might not be normal, but it's still happening and I can't do this without you," he said.
Natasha didn't like the idea of needing someone. Putting her trust completely in another person to take care of her, she would take the alternative every time. To be alone and to care for herself. Somehow her team had found a way into her heart, she can't deny that, but even if they rely on her she never had to do the same. She could care for them at a safe distance, and if she ever had to leave then she was free to. Nothing could trap her to where she was, or used to anyway. Not anymore. Not when there was a constant reminder of when she had let her walls down and let Steve get too close to her. She could try to push him out all she wanted, but she knew that there was nothing she could do that could make him leave. Even before everything that had happened the week before. She had let him in and he was never going to leave.
As if he could read her thoughts, he was speaking again. "I'm scared too," he admitted freely. "It's normal, Nat."
He was right, but that didn't mean she had to admit it. "I'm not scared."
Suddenly, his arms were enveloping her and she was sinking into his warm embrace. It felt too nice to push him away like she knew she should, so she only bunched up his shirt in her hands and buried her face in the fabric. Like she could hide from the world, this pregnancy, and, ironically enough, Steve. "I'm not scared," she insisted again.
"I believe you," he murmured into her hair.
Pulling back from her hiding space, she came face to face with him. "You're a terrible liar."
"You can't keep acting like you're not human," he said gently. "Believe it or not, emotions are normal."
"They're inconvenient," Natasha huffed. They were. There was no logical reason why Steve would want her, or even why she would think, if only for a few hours, that she could actually have him. But in the rare times she had listened to her heart, it had always done the complete opposite of what her head knew was right. Feelings were stupid, she decided, even if it was juvenile. All they did was cause problems and create weaknesses. Ones that couldn't always be reversed, Steve's presence next to her taught her that much.
"What do you think about telling everyone else? I'd rather them hear it from us than anyone else," he asked.
They'd probably laugh at them, because really, what were the fucking odds. But they'd be supportive, excited also maybe. When Tony had broken the news about Pepper's pregnancy, everyone was excited, like it was the team's baby instead of just the couple's. Natasha was too, she had witnessed them falling in love after knowing Tony for so many years, and she knew it's what they both wanted. Tony was good with kids, on the rare occasion that the avengers would do press (as ridiculous as it sounded to Natasha no matter how many times they did it) Tony would never hesitate to talk to the kids dressed like him. Would pose for as many pictures as they wanted and even pick a few kids up like it was the most natural thing in the world. He used his resources for teenagers too, allowed countless internships and gave out scholarships to give them a head start in life. Tony was meant to be a father, anyone who knew him well enough could vouch for that. But Natasha? She wasn't sure the maternal instinct had ever really reached her, or if it ever will. And she wasn't exactly nice. They had seen as much when she had pushed Steve away like he was nothing. Even if they didn't know the details, they weren't very discreet that night and there was a clear difference in their interactions after. Still, Steve was right. It would hurt them if they found out from anyone else, and Natasha would like to control the narrative on it as much as she could.
"I'll tell Clint tonight, and the next time we see everyone else we should tell them," she agreed.
"Do you mind if I tell Sam?"
She liked Sam, she did. And even if he wasn't officially part of their team, she cared for him just as much as the others. Still, he was closest to Steve. In fact, it was a shock that Steve hadn't told him right away. She found herself wondering what he'd think of her, if him and Steve would take their private moment to talk about her. Say the awful things about her that she knew everyone thought even if no one was brave enough to say it aloud.
Logically, she knew that wasn't them, she could barely even picture them in that position. But she couldn't help the fear of two people she respected seeing her for what she really was. Still…
"Everyone is going to find out somehow. Tell anyone that you want," she shrugged. He only nodded, looking a little forlorn at her lack of excitement.
There was a lull in the conversation. The tension returning between them as they ran out of safe topics. With her mind already made up on telling Clint, she felt anxious to do it. To get it over with as soon as she could, and she didn't really want Steve around when she did. He must have sensed it also, as he was rising quickly.
"I should head out. But I'll see you at the Tower tomorrow?" He asked. If they weren't working then they usually spent Saturday nights "team bonding" as Tony called it. She had been planning on skipping it, but she understood Steve's intentions on using the time to tell them, and knew she should go.
"I'll see you," she promised. She walked him to her door, feeling stiff the entire short path. He said goodbye, looking as if he wanted to say more. But she chose to ignore it and return the farewell before shutting the door between them.
Morning sickness was ass. Natasha could think of plenty of things she'd rather wake up to than the urge to rush to the bathroom as her body fought her. It hadn't been bad that morning, she had managed to wake up normally and keep the breakfast she had eaten down. But as she stepped into Clint's apartment, the strong smell of coffee almost sent her running. She used to like the smell, had relied on coffee in place of sleep countless times, but suddenly it had become the worst thing she had ever encountered.
Without thinking, she was crossing his kitchen and dumping the contents of the pot down the sink. "Well hello to you too," Clint said, watching her from his place on the couch. He still had a mug of it in his hands and she found herself glaring at the damn thing. "You're in a good mood tonight. Steve's a lucky guy, you know that?"
"Shut up, Clint."
"What? Don't want to talk about your boyfriend?" Clint teased. "That's fine, I don't really want to know the details of why you disappeared for a week."
"He's not my boyfriend," she said, trying not to think of how childish it sounded.
"Then what did you want to tell me?" He asked, rising from the couch and joining her in the kitchen. Her nose wrinkled as he opened the bag of coffee, the aroma filling the kitchen once more. He didn't notice though, and continued to brew a new pot.
The timing couldn't be worse. He's not my boyfriend, just the father of my child. It sounded ridiculous even to her own ears, and she knew Clint would never accept that she wasn't with Steve if she said it. She could stall, have a break in denying anything about Steve before breaking the news. But she didn't really have anything else to say, and she did want to tell Clint. Knew he would be the last person to judge her, even if he wouldn't hesitate to give her a hard time.
She hesitated as she watched him scoop the coffee beans into the filter. There wasn't really any delicate way to say it, and she figured she might as well just get it out.
"I'm pregnant."
Coffee spilled everywhere as Clint dropped the bag on the floor, the smell sending a fresh wave of nausea through her. "Are you fucking with me?" He asked.
"Do I look like I'm fucking with you?"
"Holy shit," he breathed. He looked ready to hug her, a smile on his face but he paused as he caught sight of her. He sobered instantly, ignoring the mess to focus on her. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Tasha."
She understood the hidden meaning behind his words, and couldn't deny that it had crossed her mind. She couldn't be a mother. She wasn't fit for it and it was never a title she was supposed to have. Spy, double agent, assassin. Mother seemed out of place. Her body wasn't even supposed to be able to go through pregnancy. But it did. And she found herself in a situation she never thought she'd be in, one she didn't know if she ever would be in again. Could she throw away her one chance at this? She trusted Steve, knew he'd be a good father, and knew he was excited. She didn't want to take that away from him, or take that away from herself. She was not a normal woman, and if it was her only chance, then she was taking it. "I know. I'm keeping it."
Clint smiled and pulled her into an embrace. Leave it to Clint to ignore any of the negative outcomes of the news, it always annoyed her how damn positive he could be when she was feeling just the opposite. Why the hell was she friends with him. "Don't pregnant women bloat really badly?" He asked, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice.
"Oh fuck you, Clint," she said, shoving him away as he laughed like he was actually funny.
"C'mon you needed the laugh."
"You're the only one laughing," she reminded him. She had never told him, or anyone, that she was infertile. Never thought she would need to, not when she didn't want to get married or commit herself to anyone. It made sense that he was happy for her even without the knowledge of the deeper meaning behind it all, he always managed to see the best in her. But so did Steve, and that did nothing but hurt him.
"Have you told Steve yet?" She looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "Who else would it be?" He challenged.
"He was with me when I found out," she admitted, not bothering to go into the details of it. She didn't really want to think of how Steve spent the night in the medical ward with her, not even sleeping as he stayed in the stiff chair besides her for hours. Clint had spent a fair amount of time with her also, but he had been called back in to debrief the mission she had failed to do. Steve refused to leave her though, even before he knew she was pregnant.
"Are you finally going to give him a shot?" Clint asked.
"Clint," she warned.
"What? We all knew it was going to happen anyway," he shrugged. "We all already thought that it did, but then you both started acting weird."
"It's not going to happen," she stated firmly.
"That's what he said too, you know." Clint disappeared down the hall, probably in search of a broom. Though as she looked around his apartment, she was even surprised he owned one in the first place. "He wasn't convincing either," Clint called.
"When did you talk to him?" She asked. It was strictly curiosity, she didn't care what Steve thought of her. At all.
Clint reappeared, a broom and dustpan in his hand and an annoying smile on his face. "When you had managed to get that nasty bump on your head and scared the crap out of all of us. It was after he carried you to the quinjet but before you told him that he smelled nice."
She would help him clean up the mess if he wasn't annoying her so much, and she could blame it on the hormones but it was nothing new. Clint was like the annoying brother that she never asked for. Or wanted. "I told him he smelled nice?"
"And that you liked his eyelashes," he continued. Well, she could have gone her whole life without knowing that. "Did he talk to you again after that?"
She relented, and turned to the sink full of dishes just so she had something to do with her hands. The sponge looked old, and she tossed it before replacing it with a new one from under the sink. With a generous amount of dish soap, she began on a stack of plates that were probably no less than a week old. "He did."
"And?"
"And nothing. We agreed to be friends."
"Before or after you heard the big news?" He asked as he dumped the contents of the dust pan into the garbage. He joined her, and began placing the clean dishes in the dishwasher.
"Before."
"Hm."
"'Hm,' what?"
He sighed, continuing with the task at hand while he spoke. "Do you really think Steve will accept being 'friends' after all of this?" He questioned.
"Yes, and he is. Steve's not a jerk, he wouldn't pursue me relentlessly after rejecting him-" She caught herself as Clint snorted.
"You're right, your boyfriend is nice," he nodded, not hiding his amusement.
"I will break this plate."
"What do you think is going to happen? Just because you ignore any and all emotions doesn't mean you don't have any, and you're going to realize one day that you should have taken the chance with him. And it might be a little too late, a guy can only take so much rejection," he said.
"Drop it, Clint," she said sharply.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop wanting the best for my best friend and her unborn child," he said. "But would it really be so bad if you were in a relationship? It's Steve, he's not going to hurt you."
She knew that, but it wasn't exactly the problem. Steve would never hurt her, would never be unfaithful to her or treat her as anything less than an equal. But she didn't deserve that. Especially with Steve.
She concentrated on the cup in front of her, the coffee stains had long been washed away but she still ran it under the water. "I know that, but we both know he's not the problem. I'm sure Steve will figure that out soon enough."
"Tasha," he started, sympathy written on his features as he gave her a searching look. He held the thought to himself though as their eyes met. He was right though. Even if it was short lived, she had avoided him when he was with Sharon. She couldn't handle seeing him with someone else, especially when she knew he would be her's if she wanted him. The statement was just as true then as it was now, but she knew it was not always going to be like that. That one day he'll move on, find somebody else who would treat him how he deserved. She did care for him, and more than anything she wanted the best for him. But she couldn't explain why the thought of him moving on hurt her so much.
With the last dish washed and in its place in the dishwasher, Natasha shut off the water and dried her hands off. "Want to see the sonogram?" She asked, trying to turn the conversation around.
"Of course I do."
The first time she had seen it fear shot through her and stayed rooted for days, but as she looked at it now she felt a happiness she couldn't describe. But it was a reassurance too, that she would always have a piece of Steve with her even if she couldn't be with him. And that she could do something for him after everything she put him through, give him something besides work to have in his life. There was no fear or hesitation the first time he saw the sonogram, only love as he examined it. After, he had carefully tucked it away in his wallet, in a place where he could see it everyday. It had eased her, knowing he was just as invested as she was. There was a rare smile on her face when she passed it to Clint after retrieving it from her purse, and his face quickly mirrored hers as he looked it over. "It looks like you. All blobby."
"Funny."
"Wait. I see it," Clint said, looking closer.
"What?" She asked, not even thinking to hide the fear in her voice.
"It has Steve's eyelashes. You must be happy," he said, laughing even as she shoved him lightly. "Shit, Tash. You're going to be a mom."
"I am," she said, not bothering to hide the emotion in her voice. Not feeling the need to as it was just Clint.
It took some effort to look away from the sonogram, but she managed to when Clint handed it back to her. She was going to place it safely back in her bag, but Clint was leaning down to her stomach before she could. "Don't be as stubborn as your parents, kid. Then your Uncle Clint won't give you beer," he said.
"I'm not letting you near this kid."
"Please, I'll be it's favorite," he stated confidently. "Tony will be too busy spoiling his own kid to spoil this one, so I might have a chance." She would have retorted that Tony would have no problem spoiling both of the kids, but the thought only made her think of what was to come the next night. Of telling them all with Steve by her side, like it was normal.
"We still haven't told everyone else," she said instead, leaning against the counter.
"I hope you didn't, I'd be pissed if I found out last. Coffee?" He offered.
"God no. I can't stand the smell right now," she declined. He nodded and set the bag down. She would feel bad if it wasn't already late, and she wouldn't be surprised if he already had a few cups. "And you're the only one who knows besides Steve and I. He wants to tell Sam but I don't know if he's done it yet," she explained.
"When are you going to tell Fury?"
Nick. She had thought about how she was going to tell him, but quickly pushed the thought away. It wouldn't make sense to hide anything from Fury, he would find out who the father was sooner or later. Still, he wanted the best for her, always had since he accepted her into SHIELD all those years ago, and she couldn't help but think that she would let him down. He wasn't one to judge, but between her and Steve's character… there was no competition on who was the better person. She wasn't naive, she knows what people will think when they hear about it. But Nick was one of the few who's opinion she actually cared about. "Soon," she said.
"How soon?"
"Very soon."
He knew better than to challenge her, so he dropped it. They both knew she would tell him, wouldn't risk getting back on the field just to protect her pride. Still, it didn't mean she would have to look forward to it. "We're telling everyone tomorrow though," she revealed.
"Excited?"
"Not the word I'd use."
"Why not?" He asked, genuinely concerned.
"Why wouldn't I look forward to announcing to my friends and coworkers that I hooked up with Steve and didn't use a condom?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Well when you word it like that maybe. Also, didn't need the mental image, so thanks for that."
"What, thinking about his ass now?" Natasha teased.
"Don't need to. His suit doesn't leave much to the imagination." She held back a laugh, but a smile still found a way to her face. "Don't take this the wrong way, but how long have you and Steve-?"
Anyone else and she would refuse to answer. Her business was private, and she didn't just hand out information to anyone. But there was no judgement in Clint's voice, and there wouldn't be no matter what her answer was. It was a fair question. "Only once."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." She insisted. "Why?"
"I mean, there's a small chance that it would happen after one time. And I don't know, you've both been acting weird, like when you both left the bar at the same time the other night," he shrugged, trailing off as he let her fill in the blanks.
"What do you mean he left?" She asked. It was news to her, but then again she was in such a rush to get away from him that she didn't stop to notice if he had been close behind.
"About five minutes after you he just upped and left even though he just got there," Clint explained. She couldn't deny that she felt a little bad. She thought it was clear that she left so he could stay, that she wouldn't bother him for the night.
"Oh." Was all she managed to get out.
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad," Clint started.
"No, I asked," she shrugged.
"Things will be better now. This will be good for him, for both of you."
She tried to see it from Clint's perceptive, to ignore everything that had happened between her and Steve and focus solely on the positive. It was nothing short of a miracle that she was pregnant, that she had something she never thought she would, and even if she could never have Steve... Well she knew that she would never be alone.
"It will."
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