Chapter Eleven: Arrival of the Twins Part 2

The red head had managed to calm herself down. She closed her eyes releasing Steve's hand as she took several deep breaths. She could do this. Easily. Natasha Romanoff has survived gunshot wounds, falling off out of a jet, getting stabbed in the gut (more than once), and of course having her brain meddled with by Mother Russia. Going into labor should be a cake walk. Why did it hurt so damn much?!

"I need a moment alone.. Please." Natasha's soft voice managed as she slowly opened her eyes. Steve was rubbing his hand and the mark of her grip very visible. "I'm sorry.. I just kind of thought my partner would be here.." She admitted as she took another shaky breath in. She'd kick Clint's ass across the maternity ward when he got there after she pushed both babies out of her. She had to focus and despite the pain she took another breath.

The blonde man accepted her words and stepped out motioning that the nurse and doctor give her a few moments to organize her thoughts. Alone in the hospital room she released a heavy sigh. "You know I gave up a whole lot of things for you two. I miss the taste of my morning coffee. I actually miss turkey sandwiches. Vodka on the rocks and even the occasional dark soda. You owe me.. Now stop your fidgeting and wait until your father gets here. I mean if he's two hours late fine.. I'll kill him after you both are out.. But dammit let me at least try."

The pain had finally dropped in intensity. She seriously doubted her words had any effect on her children but was going to admit that it might be some higher power wanting to prevent a homicide on what should be a beautiful beginning. She relaxed slightly leaning back into the cheap hospital mattress as she counted the moments between every contraction. She hadn't even noticed when Steve re-entered the room. He looked like a worried father. The look on his face was something she was expecting to see on her blonde archer's face when he dragged his sorry ass through the doors.

"How are you doing Natalie?" Steve asked still oblivious that she had given fake contact details as she rubbed her belly. "I'm doing a little better. I just needed time to meditate. You know find my center of focus. Pain has always been the trick of the mind." She offered. It was the same mantra she had stuck by since she was a child. None of it was real. The only reality was death and when you were an agent of RED ROOM you tried to out last them all.

"Did.. Did they get a hold of my contact?" She asked looking over at him as he dragged a chair over to the side of the bed. "Yes, Ma'am. The nurse spoke with Ms. Potts and she is on her way over."

"I have a name... I'm not ancient.. Call me Natasha."

"But your name is Natalie.."

"Then call me Nat."