A/N: Gah, long time no update, I know! D: School's been killing me! I've been trying to get this oneshot right for almost a month now, and considering its length, I hope this will tie you all over for the next week and a half or so. Finals, man.

Consider this installment a Mother's Day Special! :P (Of course, USA Mother's Day, I mean, cuz I don't think it has a universal set date so yah)

Disclaimer—the opinions of Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff on the subject of names does not reflect the author Pikapegasus in any way; they are simply meant to add comedy to the story. :3


"Steve!"

Steve Rogers came quickly into the bathroom at Natasha Romanoff's upset call. "Nat, what's wrong?" He asked, panicked.

"This!" Natasha exclaimed, shoving a weird looking object with two parallel lines appearing on the small screen into Steve's hands.

Steve examined it for a moment, before giving up. "I don't understand..."

Natasha rolled her eyes, remembering home pregnancy tests came after Steve's freezing. "It means I'm pregnant!" she hastily explained.

"Pre-WHAT?!" Steve exclaimed in shock. "How can this thing tell you for sure?!" He looked at the stick again, turning it in his hands.

"It's a home pregnancy test. It uses the woman's urine and determines if she's pregnant or not." She explained. Steve frowned a bit at the realization that he was holding something that had just been inserted in urine; Natasha rolled her eyes. "Since there are those two lines, that means I'm pregnant."

"Are... Are you sure?" Steve couldn't help but repeat.

"Yeah, I took two other tests as well." The spy replied, handing him two other sticks yielding the same results.

"So... What now?" The soldier couldn't help but ask.

"Now... I don't know." Natasha admitted.

"Here, let's go sit on the couch and discuss this." Steve offered, still in complete shock, and the two Avengers left the bathroom and entered the living room.

"So... What is there to discuss now?" Steve asked, not knowing how different pregnancies in the 21st century would be.

"Well, the first thing is if we should keep it. This wasn't planned at all…I never even knew I could get pregnant, after…" Natasha's voice trailed off with a sigh. Steve figured she was thinking of the Red Room. "Our options include keeping it and raising it ourselves, giving it up for adoption once it's born, or abortion."

"Abortion?" Steve echoed.

"Yeah, getting rid of it before it's born."

"Well I think both of us can agree on not doing that." This baby was a piece of both Natasha and Steve, he reflected, but she didn't appear to be interested. In fact, because of Natasha's past, Steve honestly believed this child was a miracle.

"It's still fairly early in the pregnancy, I'm assuming, so nothing is for sure yet. Plus with our jobs, I don't know if it can survive the toll missions take on my body." This sounded much more like the cold Black Widow than the human Natasha Romanoff to Steve.

He thought she would be happier about the fact she managed to conceive a child. "I'm sure once Fury knows-"

"Fury can't know!"

"Why not?"

"I don't want to be treated differently, like I need to be coddled or cared for more! I can handle my own."

"Natasha, it isn't just you anymore."

"All I'm saying is we can go schedule an appointment and get an ultrasound to know for real, and then after that it's up to fate if this baby makes it through all nine months."

"Nat, being pregnant doesn't make you weak or invalid-"

"Exactly! So why should I have to do anything differently at work? Why can't I keep doing what I'm doing?"

"Well maybe you can handle it, but I don't know if the baby can handle the stress of it all..."


Natasha sighed as she sat in the passenger side of the car while Steve got into the driver's seat. They had just wrapped up their appointment.

"...All of that technology was impressive. I guess it's for real now." Steve decided to break the ice.

"Yeah..." Natasha said, zoning out.

"So... Back to the topic of keeping it or giving it up..." He really wished it wasn't a question, but he respected the fact it was up to Natasha in the end.

"Well, I won't abort it for sure. I want to give this baby a chance to make it through these nine months."

Steve let out the breath he was holding, relieved. "For what it's worth, I think we should keep it."

"How can we do that with our jobs, though, Steve?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure we will figure out a way."

Natasha was now silent, thinking.

"Do you really not want to keep it?" Steve asked quietly.

"I just... I don't know if I can be a mother..."

"I'm sure you'll be a great mother." Steve replied, placing his hand over hers. "I also have no clue how to be a father. But I know that we are some of the world's greatest superheroes and can do anything when we work together. Surely that includes learning how to raise a child?"

"I don't know, Steve, parenting is a totally different ball game."

"Guess we will play it by ear then."


The first trimester seemed to speed by for the two Avengers. No one else knew about the pregnancy yet, as, thankfully, Natasha barely had morning sickness or other obvious signs.

Though she wouldn't admit it out loud, she indeed found herself getting attached to the human growing inside of her. Natasha also found herself wondering what the child would look like. Would it have her emerald green eyes, or Steve's baby blue ones? Would it have her fiery red hair, or Steve's bright blonde hair?

Steve could tell Natasha was starting to warm up to the idea of them having a family, even though she never admitted it. He was all for the idea.

In the field, Natasha at first didn't act any differently before her pregnancy. But she soon started realizing safer ways to get the same job done, especially since Steve was almost always sticking himself like glue to her, which frustrated her a lot. Fury was starting to get suspicious, so the two Avengers came to an agreement of Natasha being more careful and taking less risks on missions.

When everything was all clear and the baby was reported as being 100% healthy during their last checkup of the first trimester, Natasha couldn't help but smile. Their baby was already a fighter, just like his or her parents.

"So, we are through the first trimester, and the most unsure part." Steve said as they drove home. "Now what?"

Natasha sighed, laying her head back against the seat and putting a hand over her abdomen. "Now we hope I don't start showing soon."

"Come on, Nat, we should tell Fury. And our friends! They'll be excited."

"I don't know, Steve, there's still a lot that can go wrong with this pregnancy."

"If you get hurt in the field, then, yeah. But that's why we should tell Fury!"

"He would probably fire us!"

"Then you don't have to worry about getting hurt and losing the baby in the field." Steve muttered, half to himself.

"You aren't going to let this go, are you?"

"No."

"But I'm already being extra careful in the field!"

"Please, Natasha." Steve pleaded, giving her his best puppy dog eyes.

Natasha huffed in frustration and rolled her eyes; she was never able to resist his pleading. "Fine, we can tell Fury tomorrow. But only him!"

Steve was sad they weren't telling the rest of their friends yet but he was happier that maybe this could improve Natasha's safety in the field.


"That went better than I expected." Steve said as they walked out of the Triskelion after meeting with Fury.

"Yeah, though he was pretty pissed at first! I thought he would have our asses for sure this time." Natasha recalled.

"At least he seemed to get over his initial shock and anger quickly before congratulating us and wishing us the best." Steve replied. "Though Fury has questionable objectives sometimes, he actually is a good guy. And we will now get more specialists on missions so you don't have to fight as much."

"I knew it would make me look weak!"

"Nat, Fury just wants to protect the baby, just like I do. That's why he's sending more people out with us. He knows you can handle your own but the baby can't so that's why we need the extra help." Steve tried to reason with Natasha for the millionth time.

Seeing as this conversation would get them nowhere, Natasha sighed and rolled her eyes before saying, "Whatever."


When Natasha was nearing her fifth month, she was starting to show and had a slightly noticeable baby bump. She tried wearing bigger clothes to work to throw people off, but she still spent the majority of her time in her leather suit. Rumors were rapidly spreading around S.H.I.E.L.D. about a "baby Avenger."

One day when Natasha and Steve were relaxing in their small house, there was a knock at the door.

Steve jogged over to the door and opened it. What he found astonished him. "Guys... What are you doing here?"

"Who is it, Steve?" Natasha called, not looking up from her book.

"Only the greatest people you will ever know!" Tony announced grandly as he strode into their home with Pepper, Bruce, and Clint in tow.

Steve closed the door behind the guests and followed them into the living room.

"What are you guys doing here?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.

The four guests all looked among themselves to designate who should speak. Soon, Tony found three pairs of eyes on him.

"Alright." Tony began. "We have been hearing rumors."

"Oh, great." Steve said with a roll of the eyes.

"Let me finish, Capsicle." Tony put a hand up in front of Steve. "People are coming to us and asking us if rumors of a 'baby Avenger' are true. Which, taking a head count, can only be born from you two, seeing as no one else is female on this team, or expecting a baby with their significant other." He paused. "Right, Pepper?"

Pepper sighed. "Tony, we went over this already, I'm not pregnant."

"The lady has spoken." Tony said, gesturing to Pepper. "So that leaves the Capsicle and Spidey over here." He gestured to the couple who owned the house.

Steve glanced at Natasha, giving her the choice of how to handle the situation.

"Come on, Nat, just be honest with us." Clint tried. "Because if there is a baby coming then I need to prepare to be the best uncle ever."

"Last time I thought you lied to me, I freaked out and you pointed a gun at me." Bruce recalled their encounter in Calcutta. "So maybe things will go better this time."

Natasha sighed, not able to make eye contact with her friends. "I'm almost five months pregnant." She admitted quietly.

"Whoop, there it is." Tony commented. After receiving a murderous glare from Natasha, he commented further. "Someone seems a bit hormonal."

"Someone please remove the iron idiot from the situation since he can't control himself." Natasha growled with another murderous glare, prompting Pepper to pull the loud-mouthed billionaire out of the house by the ear.

"Tony never knows when to stop." Steve said with an angry sigh.

"No he does not." Clint commented, making his way to sit next to his best friend on the couch. "So, there's a little soldier or spy growing in there right now?" He asked, gesturing to her small bump.

"Yup." Natasha answered, barely able to contain some joy from her face. This didn't go unnoticed by all the men in the room. "I honestly thought he or she wouldn't last this long since Cap and I go on so many dangerous missions all the time."

"Well, it looks like you've been taking care of yourself better out in the field, then." Bruce commented happily, causing Steve to laugh.

"Barely! It took me two months of constantly sticking by her side and protecting her in missions to convince her to do that." Steve commented.

"I can take your word for it." Clint laughed at Steve's comment.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Alright, boys, that's enough-" she cut off her sentence as she felt a little flutter in her stomach, which prompted her hand to go there immediately.

"Nat, are you okay?" Steve asked worriedly, rushing to her side with Bruce.

"Yeah, yeah... I just... I think I felt the baby kick!" She answered with a big toothy grin. In that moment, the cold and pessimistic demeanor she had been putting on over the pregnancy was gone; her face glowed with her true excitement.

"Really?!" Steve answered happily, placing a hand over the bump. Soon, he too felt a little flutter of feet colliding with the side of the womb. "Wow, that's amazing." He said, awestruck.

Soon Clint and Bruce also took turns feeling for it as well, prompting the latter to list off pregnancy facts and other tips for the two Avengers to monitor the pregnancy by themselves. After they chatted for a while, Pepper stuck her head back into the room.

"Tony wants to know if he can come off time out now." She stated.

"Sure, hopefully he's learned his lesson." Natasha replied.

Pepper soon reappeared with Tony by her side. "What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked her childish lover.

"I'm sorry for making you mad, Tasha." He sighed in defeat.

"Good." Natasha said with a smile. "It appears that your leave was good, because in that time, the baby started to kick for the first time!"

"That's great, Natasha!" Pepper said happily.

"Yeah, fantastic, now then, if we all have to take shifts babysitting I will take mine in twenty years when the kid is hopefully independent and out of diapers." Tony stated, laying down his ground rules.

"Whatever, Tony, I don't think I could trust you alone with our child anyway." Steve replied with a roll of his eyes.

"That makes two of us." Natasha commented as she felt another flutter in her stomach. "Oh, sorry, I meant three." Everyone erupted in laughter.


Now that Natasha was enjoying the pregnancy to its full extent openly, people just simply congratulated her and then left her alone. For that, the Black Widow was thankful.

At home, the two Avengers started to try and decide on names. They looked through baby books and online constantly.

"For a girl, how about Madison?" Steve offered from the book he was reading.

"Too popular." Natasha waved it off. "For a boy, how about Winston?"

"Too old fashioned." Steve replied, causing Natasha to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Um, how about the fact that that comment just came from you, Captain America!" She laughed.

"Ha, ha, very funny." Steve replied with a smirk.

"Robert."

"Jessica."

"Matthew."

"Abigail."

"John."

"Talk about 'too common'!"

"Focus, Steve!"

"Diana."

"Spencer."

"Emily."

"James."

"Jennifer."

"Tony."

As soon as Natasha read the name off the list she said, "Oh, hell no."

"That, I can agree with you on." Steve chuckled before the two returned to their research.


At her 20 week appointment, Natasha and Steve found out they would be having a girl.

"So now we focus on girl names." Steve said as they walked through the front door of their home.

Natasha sat down, thinking about an idea she had earlier during the appointment. She decided to go for it.

"How about Margaret?" She offered quietly, not knowing how Steve would take it.

Steve froze where he was and slowly turned back to face Natasha. "Margaret... Like, Peggy?" He replied quietly.

Natasha nodded. "I mean, we don't have to call her 'Peggy' too, but her name still can be Margaret, in honor of her." She replied.

Steve thought for a moment. "How about we call her 'Maggie' for short?" He offered, sitting down next to Natasha.

"Maggie." Natasha said, testing it out. At that moment, there was a strong flutter of movement and kicking from her abdomen. She smiled and put a hand over her stomach. "I think the baby likes it, too."

"Maggie Rogers it is then." Steve commented happily. Then, "Nat?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

After kissing her on the cheek, Steve left the room to go in the kitchen and start lunch. Natasha called after him, "Now we have to agree on a middle name!" She smirked as she received a groan in reply.


"Steeeeeveeee."

"..."

"Steeeevvveeeeee."

"...Hng, what...?"

"I'm hungry."

Steve opened his eyes and looked at the bedside clock. It read 3:38 AM.

"Can't it wait until breakfast in a few hours?" Steve groaned, closing his eyes to go back to sleep.

Natasha leaned over him and pried his eyes open. "Your daughter wants chocolate chip pancakes right now." She informed him.

"You mean you want chocolate chip pancakes right now."

"I wouldn't want chocolate chip pancakes right now if it weren't for your daughter growing in my stomach."

Steve sighed, knowing Natasha most likely wouldn't give up. "Alright, I'm up." He said sleepily, sitting up and yawning. "I'll go make your pancakes." He got out of the bed and stood up.

"Thanks, Steve." Natasha said with a big grin before giving him a grateful peck on the lips.

"Uh-huh, you're welcome, Ms. Cravings." Steve sighed, prompting Natasha to throw a pillow at him as he shuffled out of the room and towards the kitchen.


"Steve, do I look fat?" Natasha asked, concerned, as she examined herself in her work outfit in a body length mirror. Her baby bump had increased quite a bit as she was entering her 7th month of pregnancy.

Steve turned around to face her. "No, you look fine."

"Only 'fine'?"

"You look beautiful, Nat."

"Now you're just saying that!"

"Natasha, you're the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Aww, that's so sweet, Steve."

Crisis averted. Steve mentally patted himself on the back, as he had been careful to tiptoe around Natasha because of her constantly changing emotions.

"Ugh, I still can't believe I can't go with you on missions anymore." Natasha then spoke up.

"It's been like this for the past month and half, Nat, it's nothing new." Steve replied. Ever since Natasha really started showing, she would be assigned jobs that kept her out of the line of fire.

"But what if something happens to you while you're out in the field without me to watch over you?" Natasha protested, turning to face Steve.

Steve walked over to her and pulled her into an embrace, kissing her on the top of her head. "I'll be extra careful, I promise." He said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"How can I know for sure?" Natasha said into his chest.

"Because I want to be there when Maggie comes. Think of raising her as a mission; it's a mission that I want to see through." Steve assured her.

Natasha sighed, before saying, "Okay."

After they pulled apart, they departed their home for the Triskelion for another day at work.


It was now April of the following year, and Maggie was expected to come any day now.

Because of this, both Avengers got to remain at home for a few weeks, as Fury assured them they could handle all the missions themselves for a little while.

"Seriously, Romanoff, I don't want you popping that baby out in my building." Fury had said. "You are getting the entire month of April off."

"Come on, Fury, surely a woman giving birth isn't the scariest thing you've seen?" Natasha teased in reply, though her eyes expressed her gratitude. It was getting harder to walk around all day.

"When you're the woman, hell yeah it is." Fury replied. "Cap, you are to stay home with her and keep her under house arrest so she doesn't do anything stupid."

Natasha mocked a shocked and hurt expression as Steve laughed. "Yes, sir."

That brought the two superheroes to where they were now—one of many lazy days off.

On April 18th, a few hours into their day, Natasha felt her water break as she walked into the kitchen.

"Steve...!" She called out hesitantly.

"Nat, are you okay?" Steve replied as he ran over, able to detect the worry in Natasha's voice.

"I think my water just broke." She said exasperatedly, looking down at the puddle at her feet. Natasha was still in her pajamas, which currently consisted over over-sized T-shirts and night gowns because of her huge belly.

"...Damn right." Steve said as he examined the scene. "I'll go grab some towels, you stay right here and then we will get in the car and drive to the hospital."


Steve barely obeyed the speed limit as he drove Natasha to the hospital. When they were about halfway there, she informed him she was feeling contractions. He decided to focus on driving there as fast as possible while she tried to time the contractions.

As they got to the hospital, the nurses guided the couple to a room. Within an hour of lying there, Natasha's contractions got worse and she held Steve's hand in a death grip.

"I'm the Black Widow, for Christ's sake! I've been through pain just like this..." Natasha tried to convince herself she could handle the pain initially, but her tough facade only broke as the pain increased as time went on.

"I really want this to be over already... Damn it, Steve! This is your fault!" Natasha yelled angrily, along with some other cruder comments. Steve just tried to focus on supporting her and giving her words of reassurance, though she honestly scared him to death a few times.


"You did it, Nat, you did it." Steve said, choked up, as he held the small bundle with a pink cap. Maggie came out crying loudly, which cracked up the soldier. Now she was sleeping soundly. He handed the baby to the tired Natasha.

"Yeah... I did..." Natasha said, exhausted, as she cradled the baby up against her chest. "Hi, Maggie, I'm your mom." She said softly, getting choked up.

Steve smiled at the scene in front of him. After a few quiet minutes, a nurse came in and announced they have guests. Natasha looked up as the rest of the Avengers, even Thor, and Pepper walked in and took up the rest of the space in the room, holding gift bags, flowers, toys, chocolate, and balloons.

"Whoa, how did you guys get here so fast?" Steve asked, still smiling.

"Man of iron flew us here in his large aircraft." Thor explained.

"Luckily none of us were gone on missions or crazy vacations." Clint added. He then looked at the bundle Natasha was holding. "She's so small! What's her name?"

"Margaret Romanova Rogers." Natasha answered happily, captivated with her small daughter. "But we call her Maggie for short."

"Lady Margaret shall eternally be under Asgardian protection, M'lady." Thor assured Natasha.

"Thanks, Thor." Natasha answered with a huge smile.

"Good job, Capsicle." Tony congratulated Steve, walking over to him and giving him a pat on the back. "That kid is going to do great things someday."

"Thanks, Tony." Steve said with an earnest smile.

Bruce now stepped next to the bed and looked over mother and daughter. "You both look healthy from what I can see. Though I wonder if the super soldier serum in Cap will affect her at all." He wondered aloud.

Steve and Natasha both looked worried. "Do you think it'll make something bad happen?" The former asked the doctor, concerned.

"I don't think anything bad will happen." Bruce replied. "But she might have some of the benefits you have, Cap, like great stamina or strength."

"Guess we will have to watch and find out." Natasha sighed, looking down at her daughter, surprised to find small blue eyes looking up at her. "She's awake!" She said happily.

The superheroes cooed over her and took turns holding her, and Pepper handed Maggie back to her mother as Steve got everyone's attention.

"Okay, so, Nat and I have already decided on Maggie's godparents." He began.

"But," Natasha cut in, "I want Maggie to grow up knowing all of you, and our other close friends and colleagues, as her family—her crazy uncles and aunts."

"She was definitely born into the right family if she wanted that." Bruce commented with a smirk, causing everyone to laugh.

"Alright, Clint, Pepper, would you be Maggie's godparents?" Steve finally asked.

Two said people looked at each other in surprise, before looking at the new happy parents.

"Really?" Pepper asked, shocked, at the same time Clint asked, "For real?"

"Yes." Natasha answered in reply, then turned towards Tony. "Though, I'm assuming you'll be the one to spoil her, since you're the rich one here." She groaned.

"I accept my duty humbly, and I will spoil her rotten." Tony said, placing a hand over his heart.

"Please don't." Steve sighed.

"Sorry, Capsicle, it's my job to be a crazy uncle." Tony smirked in reply.


After a few days in the hospital, the now family of three returned to their small home. The rest of the Avengers and Pepper had left them to give them some time to get things settled at home.

Thanks to the enormous amount of gifts their friends had left for them, Maggie would have enough clothes for a long time.

"Welcome home, Лапушка." Natasha said as she placed the carrier holding the newborn down on the ground, sitting next to her.

"Лапушка?" Steve echoed, in between several trips of bringing all the stuff in from the car.

"Yes, it means 'sweetheart'; I'm Russian so I might as well put it to some use." Natasha replied with a smile.

A few minutes later, Steve finished bringing in all the stuff. "Finally." He said with a sigh of exhaustion and sat down next to Natasha on the ground, watching their daughter take in the new surroundings.

"So." Natasha said with a smile. "We are parents for real now."

"Indeed we are. Our little miracle in the making is here." Steve replied happily. "And it feels amazing."

"Keep saying that and then change some poopy diapers. After that come back and tell me how you feel." The spy teased as they watched Maggie's eyes blink sleepily before she finally gave into sleep.

"I'll try to make the most of it." The soldier chuckled.


"And we all lived happily ever after. The end." Steve finished, kissing nine year old Maggie on the top of her head as she closed her eyes finally let sleep overcome her.

"Goodnight, Mags. I love you." He draped the blankets over her just up to her shoulders before shutting off the light and leaving her room.


A/N: I think we can all agree that I'm not good at writing going into labor/still in hospital after giving birth scenes XP I also feel bad cuz it seems like I always write Pepper as someone on the sidelines, even though she's Maggie's godmother! Bah! I must write some nice fluff with them soon! On a side note, Tony Stark is very fun to write dialogue for :3 Happy Mother's Day!