Author's note: Based on those who have reviewed, this is going to be a filler chapter.
PSA: When you have a project that your teacher give's you a month and a half in advance, DO NOT LEAVE IT UNTIL THE LAST WEEK! Sorry that this chapter is out so late. Life happens, unfortunately.
Regarding Natasha's ability to conceive:
I can't even try to tell you how long I looked for information on Black Widow and the procedure for this chapter. Unfortunately, I knew all the information already. More on the procedure to make her sterile in the actual story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
Also, a head up that I'm a teenager, so I don't know exactly what happens at doctor offices when people are pregnant, and I wanted to get this chapter out ASAP, so sorry for inaccuracy.
There are a lot of time jumps in this chapter, too, so I apologize for any confusion it may cause.
P.S. My Name is Carter will now be updated every weekend, anywhere between Friday to Sunday EST.
Enjoy!
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When they entered the hotel room, Natasha barely bothered taking off her shoes before flopping onto the bed closest to the door.
"I haven't slept in a real bed for days. I'm never getting up." She stretched and let out ta yawn.
Steve gave her a weak smile. "So, does that mean I get to take first shower?"
Natasha just mumbled something and rolled over, pulling the blankets over her body.
She must be exhausted. Thought Steve as he placed his bag on the other bag and grabbed a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt from it. She was looking for Carter even before I knew she was in danger.
He went to the small but modern bathroom and turned on the shower. When the water warmed up, he stepped into the shower and thought about today's events.
The flyers didn't help one bit. It was a stupid idea in the first place, to be honest. New York was one of the biggest cities in the world, and it would be such a small chance that someone would recognize her.
He probably wouldn't have recognized her if she stared him right in the face.
And then the what-ifs started going through his head.
Would she have been better with him and Natasha? He knew from experience that growing up without a parent was terrible, but Shannon was an amazing person, he knew she gave Carter things that he and Natasha never could…
That just got her six feet under.
He got her there.
And now his daughter was in danger and he didn't even know…
"Stop it." He punched the tile, trying to ignore the thoughts going through his head.
After making sure he didn't break the title (that would've been hard to explain when they checked out) he shut the water off and got dressed.
Going back into the hotel room, he was surprised to see Natasha already asleep. She was on her back, one arm over her head and hair sprawled around her head.
He missed her. So much. But he need to give her space.
He silently got into the other bed and turned off the light, hoping to get a decent amount of sleep before the morning.
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Unfortunately, sleep evaded him.
Groaning, he turned onto his side to look at the bedside digital clock. It read 1:37.
He heard a sigh from the bed beside him. A few seconds later footsteps followed.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked as he felt the covers being thrown back and Natasha crawling int bed with him.
"Something like that." She mumbled as she wriggled into his side.
Finally, Steve was able to fall asleep with Natasha beside him, but Natasha's mind went back to a time 16 years ago.
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16 years earlier
It wasn't possible.
It just wasn't.
The Red Room made it very clear. The procedure was effective. There would never be a little Natasha junior running around the apartment.
But she was late…
That could be stress, reasoned Natasha with herself.
Bullshit. Natasha's cycle had always been longer than most, but it had been over 50 days since her last period. She hadn't even noticed until she realized the box of tampons behind the mirror had been there for almost two months while cleaning the bathroom.
She didn't dare tell Steve. Telling him would mean getting his hopes up…
And it's not like they could raise a child like this. It was too risky.
Why was she even thinking she was pregnant? It wasn't possible.
She just had to hope Steve didn't find out.
0o0o0o0o
Obviously, he knew something was up within two days that Natasha started worrying.
"Shouldn't you be on your period right now?" he asked her when he walked into the kitchen after work one day.
Natasha didn't look up from where she was currently cutting up onions for supper (it only took her two years to figure out how to make a decent meal without poisoning someone).
"What the hell would you know about a woman's body, Steve?" It came out harsher than she meant, but whatever. Anything to get him off her case.
"You avoided the question." He said softly. He walked over and placed a hand on her arm. "Do you think—"
"Fine, I'm late, but it doesn't mean… that. The Red Room was very clear. You know that."
"Nat."
She sighed and put the spoon on the counter. "Look. I know for a fact its not… that, and it's not worth getting your hopes up."
"It's the most logical explanation."
"But it's also impossible. Say I did happen to be… that. What would we even do? We can't raise a child and put their life in danger anyways."
"But—"
"Just drop it, please." She hated sounding like she was begging, but he knew this was a sensitive topic.
"Okay Nat, I'll drop it. But if you don't get it in three days, you're taking a pregnancy test. Deal?"
"I'm only saying yes because it's not. Going. To. Happen." She mumbled.
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It happened.
Three days later and her underwear still showed no sign of Satan visiting her.
Natasha frowned as she got ready for the day, brushing her blonde hair.
"Maybe it's menopause." She said allowed, because maybe if she said it in real life instead of her head it would make it true.
Even she didn't believe herself.
When she finished in the bathroom she opened the door to see Steve standing there, frowning.
"There is such a thing as knocking, Steve." She reminded him. She tried to walk past, but he blocked her way.
"Get out of the way. I have to go to work." Instead of answering, he held up a plastic bag from the drugstore across the street. You didn't need to be a genius to know what was inside.
"I'm not pregnant." Natasha said in an angry voice. She was done with this shit. She'd gotten her hopes up last time and look where that ended up.
Instead of getting angry, Steve placed the bag down on the floor and put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Then humor me. If you know your not pregnant then it's not a big deal."
Screw this. Thought Natasha as she crouched down and snatched the bag from the floor. I'm Natasha Romanoff. She walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. The Black Widow. Best espionage agent in the world. I can take one fucking pregnancy test.
Putting on her brave face, she followed the instructions and then placed the small stick on the vanity, waiting for the result.
The few minutes felt like an eternity, but it finally finished.
She picked it up and looked at the little screen.
Two lines.
Natasha just stared at it in disbelief. This must be a mistake. Steve grabbed four tests from the store just in case, and within the next ten minutes they were all showing the same result.
She was pregnant.
No no no no no no. the same word kept flashing through Natasha's mind. She suddenly felt light-headed. She slid down the wall of the bathroom until she was sitting on the cool tile with the latest test in her shaking hand.
Steve knocked on the door. "Nat? Are you alright?"
She didn't answer, because no. she was not all right.
"I'm coming in." He opened it to see his partner sitting on the floor, not even paying attention to him and staring at the side of the bathtub.
He immediately bent over and placed a hand on her cheek. "What's wrong?" He asked, even though the answer was pretty obvious.
The four tests he bought were all used, all showing the same sign.
"You're pregnant." He stated, dumbfounded.
She didn't deny it.
A small smile formed, and soon formed into a huge grin. "You're pregnant!" He pulled her in for a hug, his face deep in her hair.
She hesitantly returned it, the first time she acknowledged that he was even here.
He pulled away and smiled at her. "We're having a baby."
And for the first time since finding out, Natasha smiled weakly.
"I suppose we are."
0o0o0o0o
She needed to see a doctor. That was certain.
The problem was finding a doctor that wouldn't make Natasha give birth in a high security prison.
A few days later Steve was able to contact Maria Hill, who was on a business trip for Stark Industries.
She was Natasha's closest friend at one point; they had kept in contact through the mail, since Tony could (and probably would) look through Maria's emails. He probably was. Thought Steve as he opened the envelope from Maria.
After deciphering the letter, Steve found that there was a doctor at a clinic a few blocks from where they lived.
He got up from the kitchen table to see if Natasha was awake (it was past midnight and she had work in the morning).
He knocked on their bedroom door gently and opened it. He was shocked to see her still up, standing at the window.
He walked up silently behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her head.
"Shouldn't you be in bed.?" He asked her gently. He knew she hadn't been able to sleep since they found out. "You must be exhausted."
She shrugged. "Probably." She yawned and placed a hand on her stomach; something she'd been doing often over the last few days. "Any news from Hill?"
"That's why I came in. There's an old S.H.I.E.L.D doctor that now works right in town. Hill trusts her, so we should call tomorrow."
She sighed. "I'll call the office tomorrow during work." She paused. "So, I guess this is really happening then? Even though it shouldn't be possible?"
Steve snorted. "You really think anything is impossible after what we've been through?"
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3 days later
Natasha was nervous.
She was waiting until Steve got home to go to her appointment. Time was moving torturously slow (she could've sworn it's been 10 minutes, but according to the clock only 3 had actually passed).
She started pacing between the living room and the kitchen. She didn't even want a child.
That's a lie. Argued a voice in her head.
I want a kid. Corrected Natasha. Just not under these circumstances. If her and Steve were still Avengers, it might be dangerous, but at least they would have many allies and even more to protect the kid. Now they had the entire UN looking for them, and those were only the legal organizations.
She didn't even hear the front door open. She heard a floorboard creak behind her and within seconds a knife was held to Steve's throat, his back against the wall. "Where did you even get that knife from?" He asked incredously.
She dropped it shakenly. "Sorry. Didn't hear you come in." She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get a hold of her emotions.
Steve looked at Natasha worriedly. "You okay?"
She glared at him. "What do you think?"
He gulped. "Sorry. I'll just go get changed. Meet you downstairs." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Love you." He went to their bedroom to change out of his uniform.
Natasha grabbed a red wool sweater and walked down to the lobby of the apartment building. It wasn't long until Steve came down too.
"Would you like to walk or drive? If we walked it would only take 20 minutes."
"Walk please." He nodded and took her hand as they exited the small apartment building.
They were silent for the walk that felt like an eternity, both of them worrying about all the things that could go wrong.
What if Maria was wrong? What if this doctor is actually an FBI agent, and he wants to take the child away for—" Natasha ended the thought, refusing to finish it.
The way Steve tightened his grip on her hand, she figured he was thinking along the same lines.
Finally, they reached the little office building.
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"Nina Wilson?" Someone calling her alias snapped Natasha out of her thoughts.
"Yes?" Answered Steve.
The older woman who must've been the doctor smiled. "Come on in." They followed her into a small, windowless office. Besides a bed and a desk, there was also a plastic chair and what Natasha guessed to be an ultrasound machine.
"There aren't any cameras or listening devices in here, so you don't need to worry about anyone hearing us, Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Rogers." Said the doctor after she shut the door.
She held out her hand for Steve to shake, then to Natasha. "Krystal Cartier. Former scientist before the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. I worked with the enhanced." She gave Steve a smile. "You were still in ice when I came here. It's nice to finally meet you."
She gestured for Natasha to sit on the bed. "After I made enough money, I started a small business here for those who can't afford the expensive hospitals. When Maria came to see me, I accepted right away, even if I don't usually deal with pregnancy." She turned to Natasha as Steve sat down in the chair opposite the bed.
"Can you lift up your shirt, please?" Natasha obeyed.
Cartier took a quick look. "How long could you have been pregnant for?"
Natasha thought for a minute. "I haven't had my period in almost two months, so anything in that time span really."
Cartier nodded. "Let's do an ultrasound, then?" She rubbed some sort of goo on Natasha lower abdomen and place a handheld device over it. She gestured to the machine behind her. "In a few seconds a black and white image will appear on the screen." Sure enough a grainy picture showed up on the screen.
"Is that—" Steve couldn't believe it.
"See that little shape in the middle?" She pointed to a white spot on the screen. "That's the baby."
Natasha shook her head and sat up, feeling slightly dizzy. "That's not possible."
"If you look at the screen—"
"You don't understand. It's not possible. Didn't you read my files?"
The doctor gave her a look and adjusted hr glasses. "Indeed, I did, Miss Romanoff." She grabbed her clipboard and flipped through a few pages. "It says here you were sterilized with a common procedure that they still use today to prevent conception."
"You see, the procedure they used makes it almost impossible to conceive, with a 0.01% success rate every time you participate in intercourse. I don't think there is a case in which a woman was able to conceive after the surgery." Cartier paused to let that sink in.
"However, considering the super-human serum that Captain Rogers has, it isn't as far fetched as one would believe. I won't know for certain without doing tests. It is possible that his serum was able to overcome the barriers that the operation put in place. I would do a few tests to see if that is really the case, but I don't want to hurt the child."
Natasha didn't say anything for a few moments. Finally, she took a shaky breath. "We can't raise a child in our situation." She looked at Steve. "It's too dangerous."
The doctor gave her a sympathetic look. "I have an appointment right now, but feel free to call for any information or to make another appointment." Without another word she left the room, closing the door with a click.
Natasha stood up from the bed abruptly.
"This cant be happening. This isn't possible." She placed a hand on the wall, feeling light-headed.
In a split-second she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go home. We can talk about it there." Placing a hand around he waist he helped her stand upright.
"I'll call a cab. Let's go outside. That'll make you feel better." Natasha nodded, and they walked out of the office, Natasha leaning on Steve.
When they made it outside Natasha took a deep breath of air and sat on the curb.
After Steve called the cab he plopped down beside his partner. "I guess it's official now." He put an arm around her shoulders. "We're going to be parents."
"We can't raise a child." She rolled her eyes at the frightened look on his face. "Jesus Steve, I don't mean that, but once it's born." She placed a hand on her lower stomach. "We're going to have to put it up for adoption."
"I know." He squeezed her shoulder. "But just for today, let's pretend we're a normal couple, ecstatic that were going to be parents."
0o0o0o0o
Four months later
Natasha wrapped the scarf tighter around her head as she walked down the busy street. They'd been here for so long. Someone should've found them by now.
She hadn't been sleeping well for the last few weeks. She hadn't had nightmares since Ultron several years ago, but now they were plaguing her nightly.
Sometimes it was about her past, sometimes about the Red Room coming back for her, but usually it was about her losing the child.
They would come in the night, stealing the child from the crib. Steve would try to stop them, only to be killed. Instead of killing Natasha, they would make her watch them take the small, defenceless child. She knew they were going to experiment on it, but all she could do was watch.
She refused to call the child anything other than "it". What was the point in getting attached if she would just lose it in the end?
She knew Steve noticed, but he never acknowledged her choice of words. He was usually able to understand her reasoning without speaking. It was what made them so compatible on missions.
A car honk snapped her out of her thoughts. She was going to see Doctor Cartier again for another ultrasound.
According to all the articles online, she should be able to see a bump by four months. She was now well into month five (from what Cartier could figure) and still there was no sign of a child that an outsider could see.
So far pregnancy hadn't seemed all that different from her normal life, either. Except from being a tiny bit more tired that usual, she hadn't experienced many normal side effects (thank god for no morning sickness). The doctor figured it had to do with the enhancements done to her years ago.
She walked into the now familiar waiting room for her ultra-sound and sat down in a plastic chair. Steve would meet her here in a few minute. They were both on edge; they hadn't been seen in the same public place in over two weeks.
"Nina Wilson?" The receptionist gave her a smile. "You can go in now." Natasha nodded to the man and walked into the ultrasound room.
"Miss Romanoff." Greeted the doctor as she closed the door. Sighing, Natasha removed the headscarf and sat down on the bed. "You weren't due for a visit until next week. What's wrong?"
"From what I've read online and from the book you gave me, I should be seeing a bump by now." Natasha lifted her shirt and rubbed her abdomen. "There's no sign of anything."
Cartier bit her lip. "The baby's probably just tiny." Natasha didn't think she sounded too convinced.
While Doctor Cartier was prepping Natasha for the ultrasound, Steve showed up. "What's the verdict?" He asked as he sat in the chair beside the bed.
"The child is probably just small." A few minutes later an image appeared on the screen.
As the doctor examined it, a few seconds felt like an eternity. What if she found something wrong?
Finally, she smiled at the couple. "The baby's fine. All her organs seem to be developing, even if everything is very small. I can also tell you the gender, if you would like to know."
"Do you?" Steve asked. She could tell he wanted to know.
For Natasha, however, it was the opposite. The more she heard about it, the more real this seemed, and the more attached she would get.
But she couldn't ignore the excitement in Steve's eyes. She shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
Cartier smiled widely. "Congratulations. You're having a baby girl."
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3 months later
(8 months pregnant)
Natasha doesn't do panic attacks.
The last time she had one was when Clint brought her into S.H.I.E.L.D.
However, when Steve showed her a cute little green outfit he bought for when she was born, she suddenly found it very hard to breath.
"Nat are you okay?" Steve dropped the article of clothing he had been holding to go place a hand on his partner's back.
She shook her head. A million thoughts were flying through her head, from how she' never get to see her daughter grow up to what would happen if she grew up unloved and why can't she breathe?
Luckily, Steve (having been in a war for years) had known the signs of a panic attack and wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out to their balcony.
He helped her into a chair, then kneeled in front of her so he was at eye level. "Copy me." He made sure she was looking at him and then took a deep breath in through his mouth, then out through his nose. Less than a minute later Natasha had calmed down.
"Better?" He asked.
"Better." She repeated.
She may be able to fool government officials, but not him. She was still freaking out, just a little less extreme now.
"What were you thinking about?" He inquired.
Natasha sighed and placed a hand on her small baby bump. He won't let this go if I don't tell him.
"When you came in with that cute little outfit, I realized we'd never get to see her in it." Her voice sounded hollow; the closest Steve had ever seen her crying. "She'll never even know who we are."
She took a deep breath before continuing. "I think my parents died in a fire, but for all I know those are fake memories planted by the Red Room. I don't want her going through that. I don't want her in that situation, wondering how her life would've different if her parents had kept her."
Steve wrapped her in a hug. "And she won't be in that situation. Maria is already working on finding her a family we can trust." He kissed her on top of her head. "And eventually when all this accords shit gets sorted out, we can meet her."
No matter how optimistic Steve tried to sound, Natasha didn't miss the sadness in his voice when he said that.
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One month later
(9 months pregnant)
Everything was sorted.
Mari was able to get in contact with Shannon Williams, a technician from S.H.I.E.L.D whom Natasha had worked with several times. She couldn't remember her very well, but Maria swore she could be trusted, and Natasha trusted Maria.
It was done.
While Natasha was packing up the apartment (it was a miracle they'd been able to stay in this small town for almost a year) she suddenly doubled over in pain, feeling like someone was trying to slice open her stomach.
Shit. This can't be happening. She wasn't due for another week and a half!
Another wave of pain made her let out a scream. This was more painful than anything since the Red Room.
Steve ran in holding a gun, worried that someone had broken in. Instead, he saw Natasha leaning against the wall for support.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.
She let out another scream as a third contraction hit. They weren't supposed to be this close together. It was supposed to take a while between contractions for a bit.
Steve ran to her and picked her up, even though he knew she hated being a damsel in distress. He carried downstairs, towards the car. He placed her in the passenger seat and did up her seatbelt.
After he started the car and pulled out of the parking space, Natasha started whispering in Russian. From his limited knowledge, he could guess that most of what she was saying was profanity.
She screamed again and doubled over. He grabbed her hand, which she proceeded to crush.
Finally, they made it to the hospital, he carried her into the waiting room, where she was immediately placed into a wheelchair and taken away. He tried to follow but a nurse stopped him.
"If you want to go in, you have to put these on." The man held up a pair of scrubs and a plastic hairnet. Steve immediately complied as he was lead to his partner's room.
"How long has she been in labour for?" Asked the doctor who was leaning over Natasha as she writhed in pain on the bed.
"Less than 30 minutes." Steve answered as he went to grab her hand.
"How the hell is she already at 14 centimetres?!" Asked a nurse, shocked.
Beofre the doctor could answer another scream pierced the air. "Just get her out of me!" Yelled Natasha, squeezing Steve's hand.
Less than 15 minutes later she was ready to start pushing.
Those 10 minutes that followed were the longest of Steve's life. He hated seeing her in pain. She wasn't crying, but she was probably pretty damn close.
Suddenly, a new wail pierced the air.
"Congratulations on your baby—" Suddenly, the doctor frowned. "Fuck." Without another word, the doctor took the baby out, not even giving Natasha and Steve a chance to hold her.
0o0o0o0o
Present day
When Steve finally fell asleep, he dreamt of the day Carter was born.
They hadn't even been allowed to see her before the doctors and nurse whisked her away.
They later found out that she wasn't breathing properly and was so tiny they didn't think her lungs had developed.
When the couple had heard this, they didn't know what to do. The nurse promised that they would do all that they could to make sure their daughter survived, but it was a 50/50 chance.
Steve remembered telling Natasha it was his fault; his pre-serum body was so sickly that it was a miracle he made it past 30.
He remembered an exhausted Natasha telling him to stop being a dumbass, it wasn't his fault.
Somehow, by some miracle, a nurse came in less than an hour later holding a small pink bundle in his arms. He explained that miraculously the baby had suddenly started to breath normally. After doing a few tests the doctors concluded that she was as healthy as any full-grown baby, even if she was very small.
The nurse passed the little girl to Natasha, who was tired but sitting upright in the hospital bed.
She was sleeping so peacefully. Natasha cooed and rocked her daughter in her arms, looking happier than Steve had ever seen her before.
You're crying. He remembered her telling him as she past him the little pink bundle.
Crying isn't weakness, it's strength. He answered as he held the girl, his daughter, in his arms.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
On her birth certificate, they put her name was Mary Wilson. It wasn't real, of course. Just for now.
A few hours later, the couple left the hospital, surprised to see that the mother was already good to go.
0o0o0o0o
Two hours later
No way the day could get this messed up in the matter of a few hours.
Yet here they were, staring blankly at the burner phone that was now sitting on the table.
They found you
Natasha hugged the baby closer to her chest. They were discussing names a few minutes before. Now it was time to run again.
It buzzed again.
Only Steve. You can still run.
If Maria had said Steve's name, they definitely knew; she wouldn't risk saying it if it was a maybe.
"No." Whispered Steve, gripping the edge of the table so hard Natasha wouldn't be surprised if he dented it.
Natasha couldn't move. The government thought Steve was dead. That was the plan. That was supposed to be the truth. They were planning to stay here for a few more days, and then get the official identifications from Maria that stated that Shannon William was her biological mother, then they'd travel to deliver their child.
Within seconds that plan was thrown out the window.
They stayed silent, unmoving.
Finally, Steve walked out of the room without a word. Natasha followed him a few seconds later.
"What are you doing?" She whispered as to not wake the child sleeping on her shoulder. He was throwing clothes into a duffel bag from the closet.
He gave her an angry look. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm packing your clothes, so you can leave. You need to take her to Shannon. You saw what Maria said. They only know I'm here."
If Natasha was like any other person, she probably would've said something along the lines of "not with you", or "we can find another way".
However, Natasha was not like any other person.
She was the Black Widow, and the Black Widow knew that sacrifices must be made.
She nodded. "I can pack. You watch her." She handed Steve the baby.
She went into what Clint use to call "inhuman mode." She had to put her feelings aside right now.
She pretended not to hear Steve whispering to their daughter, who was at that moment awake and fussing, likely sensing her parents distress.
A few minutes later she was all packed, complete with a baby bag full of supplies (diapers, bottles, etc.). She went to Steve and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You ready?"
He nodded, handing her the baby. "We didn't even get to pick a name for her." He said quietly.
She didn't say anything back instead she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you, Steve."
He looked at her, eyes wide. She had never told him that. He knew it was too hard for her, to admit she formed a bond with someone. She showed her love in other ways; never by words.
"I love you too." He said quietly. With that, she was gone from his life once again.
0o0o0o0o
Less than an hour later, Steve was packed up too, feeling hollow inside.
he just took the necessities, save for the photo album.
It had pictures of the avengers throughout the years. From team photos to pictures of Cint and Tony drunkenly kissing (that was a long story), everything was in there. Slowly the pictures grew from the original six to ones with over twelve people.
He flipped through it. How simple those days were, when it was easy to tell who your enemy was.
When he reached the last picture he felt tears trail down his face.
He didn't know when she added it, but the very last picture was a family one, taken less than ten hours ago.
It showed Natasha in a hospital bed, looking exhausted but smiling more brightly than Steve had ever seen. He was crouched beside her, with a little pink bundle in-between the two. He was smiling too, happier than he'd ever been before.
Now he'd never even know her name.
Shaking that thought out of his head, he shoved the album into his bag and left the small apartment, not sur of what laid in front of him.
He just knew this chapter of his life was over.
0o0o0o0o
18 pages. That's almost triple the lengths of most of the chapters in this story. I know many parts of the hospital are definitely inaccurate, but come on, they're avengers, obviously it wouldn't be a regular pregnancy.
I've decided that there will be two parts to MNIC, split into two separate stories. This half is coming to an end in just a few chapters, and the next part will be published sometime this summer.
Would you like to see Spider-man in this story? If he was, it would have to be an AU where he wasn't in civil War. He would be the same age as Carter during MNIC, but still be mentored by Tony?
(This fanfiction is prebaby the most farfetched AU I've ever heard of, but whatever)
Remember to review, my friends.
