*AN: Ok, sorry for the wait. It took me a bit to figure out how to write the last few chapters. Chapter 18 will be the last chapter of this story but there will be a sequel called "Fixing the Family", that I will release after I publish Chapter 18. Until then, enjoy the conclusion to Someone For Natasha.

"Cam, come on you're going to be late for school!" Natasha yelled up the stairs to her now seven year old son.

"I'm coming Mama!" he says running down the stairs.

The seven year old sprinted down the stairs with his backpack flying behind him.

Natasha rolled her eyes at her son. He was constantly causing chaos. He was like a small Tasmanian Devil. He was always playing pranks and causing trouble. Especially on his little sister.

She handed him his lunch, "You have all of your homework?"

He nods, "Yep."

She raises an eyebrow, "Is it all done?"

He gives his mother a slightly guilty look, "Um...yes?"

"Cam!"

Jamie waltzed into the room with his two year old daughter on his hip, a half eaten bagel on in his other hand, his hair a mess, and Stark trailing him. He swallowed and asked, "What he do?"

She walks over and takes her daughter from him, "Not finish his homework and you two don't have time to do it before he has to get to school."

Jamie gives his son a slight glare and the little boy shrugged, "Reading's hard?"

` Jamie was about to respond when his pager went off, "Ok. I'm going to take you to school and we're going to talk to your teacher later. But, we've got to go, ok?"

Cam nodded and walked over to give his mother a kiss, "Bye Mama."

"Bye, baby. будь хорошим," she said as she kissed his cheek.

"Bye bye Cam," Frankie waved at her brother.

"Bye Frankie," he says as he sprints out the door.

Jamie walks over to Natasha and Frankie as well and gives them each a kiss, "See you guys later."

"Love you," Natasha shouts as Frankie calls, "Bye Bye Daddy."

"Bye Baby," shouts and then mouths 'I Love You' to Natasha.

As soon as the door closes Frankie points to the phone left on the counter, "Daddy's."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she kissed her daughter, "Yep. Let's go get dressed. Some people will never change."


After dropping Frankie off at the daycare center, Natasha made her way back to the car. She was happy with her life. She had a husband who was her almost her better half. A funny two year old daughter and a sweet, but chaotic son. Not to mention her furry friend. Life was good. Almost too good.

Once she got to the compound she went to go make herself some lunch. In general, she worked in the afteroon and evenings. She normally spent the mornings with Frankie at her toddler ballet class. She shakes her said remembering Jamie having to convince her to sign Frankie up for her daughter's favorite activities.

Natasha glances at the window of the studio as she, Jamie, Frankie, Cam, and Stark walk by on their way to the park. Cam had Stark on the leash and was walking ahead of his parents while Jamie pushed Frankie in the stroller. Natasha walked beside them.

Jamie also noticed the window, "Toddler ballet lessons. Ages two to five. We should sign Frankie up for that."

Natasha looks up startled, "What, why?"

"Um...because she might find it fun? Plus, she'll be around kids her own age."

"I don't know...the dance world seems tough."

"What makes you say that?"

"Ever seen Dance Moms?"

Jamie rolls his eyes, "I bet that's mostly for the sake of television. Plus, those girls are older."

"What age do you think they started?" Natasha say with a raised eyebrow.

Both he can respond she shrugs her shoulders as she speeds up to catch up with Cam, "I'm just saying. Do we really want to subject our daughter to that? Plus, I thought you wanted her to play soccer."

"She can do both!" Jamie calls after his wife, who was already busy talking to Cam about something.

Jamie shakes his head at his wife. This conversation was so not over.


"And that's the story of Angelina Ballerina," Natasha said as she closed the book. Unlike her brother, Frankie rarely fell asleep during a bedtime story. Unsurprisingly, her eyes were still open as she snuggled closer to her mother.

"Time for bed my littlle Anya," Natasha whispered to her daughter.

Frankie mumbles, "No."

Natasha chuckles, "Yes."

Frankie nods but then looks up to her mother, "Mama, can do that?", she points to Angelina dancing on the cover of the book.

Natasha hesitates, "Maybe. Goodnight baby."

"Night Mama. Love you."

"I love you too," Natasha says as she slips out of her daughter's room.

She walks past her son's room to see him passed out on the bed, probably where Jamie had left him after reading him a bedtime story. She goes in and tucks him back into the bed before proceeding down the hall to her bedroom.

She smiles when she sees Stark and Jamie curled up on the bed. She climbs on the bed and pets her dog's head as she kisses her husband's cheek, "Both of the kids are out."

Jamie nods, "Yep. Earliest it's been in awhile."

"That's because you indulge Frankie with like forty different stories."

"No, I give her the option of forty different stories and we go though them until she lets me finish the story. The only one she ever lets me finish is Angelina Ballerina."

Natasha slides away from him as she sees where this conversation is going.

Jamie sits up ans Stark takes that as his cue to leave and go spend the night in Frankie's room.

"Nat, why don't you want to sign Frankie up for ballet?"

"Jamie, I really don't want to talk about it."

"Too late. We already are. Spill," he says gently.

She sighs, "It used to be part of my training in the Red Room. I love it, but it brings back bad memories."

Jamie nods, knowing better than to ask for more information, "Why don't you make knew memories then?"

She looks at him to elaborate, "Well, you associate the act of doing ballet with something terrible but you enjoy it. If you do this with Frankie, you'll be making new good memories with the act of doing ballet."

She nods slowly, "Maybe. I'll think about it," she says as she leans over to turn out her light and curls up next to Jamie.

Jamie reaches over to turn out his light and wraps his arm around her, "Well she starts Monday morning so you have until then."

The next thing Jamie knew, there was a loud thud and he was on the ground.

Jamie turned out to be right, something she didn't like to admit. She really did enjoy going to her daughter's classes and Frankie loved coming home from ballet to show her brother and father her new dance moves. Surprisingly, Cam indulged her and often helped her with her technique.

Natasha looked through the fridge for the jelly, but she couldn't find any. She sighed, she was just going to have to make do with a peanut butter sandwich. If that wasn't bad enough, she had a conference call with the other leaders in a few minutes. She wasn't looking forward to it. They always saddened her and reminded her of all that she'd lost. It was only once a month, but it always managed to bring down her day. On those days, Jamie, Cam and Frankie knew to leave her alone unless she sought out their company. Normally the only person she wanted around was Stark.

Natasha sighed as she sat down and heard Okoye begin the conference.


After everyone signed off, Rhodey and she were the only ones left. She knew what he wanted to talk about.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"Mexico," Rhodey answers and then mentions something about mass killing.

"It's probably a rival gang," she says looking downwards.

"Except it's not. What he's done here...what he's been doing for the last few years...I got tell you there's a part of me that doesn't even want to find him," Rhodey says giving her a look of pity. Natasha knows that had he knew about her family, the pity would be worse.

Natasha nods, "Can you find out where he's going next? Please?"

Rhodey nods and signs off.

Natasha tries to hold back tears for her fallen friend. She missed Clint so much. She missed all of them, but life was harder without her other half. He hadn't even met Frankie or Cam. She guesses that's part of the reason only Tony and Pepper knew about them. It just didn't feel right to share the news with others before him.

"I'd offer to cook you dinner but…" she hears a voice from behind her.

Natasha looks over to see Steve. She hadn't seen him since before she and Jamie started dating but they'd talked a little, "You here to do laundry?"

"Came to see a friend."

"Well clearly your friend is fine."

"You know, I saw a pod of whale when I was coming over the bridge…"

"In the Hudson?"

"Fewer ships. Cleaner water."

"You know, if you're about to tell me to look on the bright side, umm….I'm about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich."

Steve gives her a small smile, "Sorry. Force of habit," he says coming to sit across from her.

"You know...I keep telling everyone that they need to move on. Some do, but not us."

At that moment, Natasha is tempted to tell him about her family but she doesn't. In some regards, she has moved on. She got married, got a dog, and has two amazing kids. Yet, a part of her will always be fighting Thanos. A part died that day with half of the universe and she knows she will never get that back.

"If we move on, who does this?," she asks him.

"Maybe it doesn't need to be done."

"I used to have nothing and then I got this. This job...this family...and I was better because of it. And even though they're gone...I'm still trying to get better."

Steve nods, "I think we both need to get a life."

Natasha wants to tell him he had know idea about the life she'd gotten. She wanted to have a life where her two worlds collide, but she wasn't ready for that yet, "You first."

Their conversation is interrupted when the doorbell rings and Natasha flicks the screen over.

"Hi is anyone home? It's Scott Lang. We met a few years ago, at the airport. In Germany? I got really big…"

Scott continues to ramble as Steve stands up.

Natasha looks at Scott in shock. All she knows is that her world is about to change.


Later that night, after Scott explains his time travel theory to Natasha and Steve, Natasha sneaks off to her old bedroom in the compound.

She takes out her phone and calls Jamie.

Jamie hears his phone ring and smiles when he sees it's his wife, "Hey babe. Are working late tonight? The kids are asleep by the way and they said they loved you and goodnight."

"Um...yeah. We need to talk," Natasha says seriously.

"Ok..what's up?"

"Well, first Steve came back today. I didn't tell him about you or the kids, well I would've at some point today, but we got interrupted. Ant-man showed up."

"I thought he blipped?"

"He didn't. He was stuck in the Quantum Realm. Now he was an idea on how to get everyone back through time travel. I think it might work."

Jamie stays silent for a few moments, "Do you think it could work?"

"I don't know," Natasha says honestly.

"But you want it to," Jamie says easily reading his wife.

Natasha hesitates, "It would help a lot of people. We could fix our mistake."

"Nat, what Thanos did, wasn't your fault. You guys did the best you could."

"And half the universe still died!" she exclaimed.

Jamie looked downwards. He knew he would probably never be able to understand the weight of his wife's guilt, but he wants her to stop hurting. He swallows and asks, "Could it erase what's happened now?"

She sighs, "I don't know. I don't want to loose Frankie. We'll figure that out when we go ask Tony tomorrow."

"If Morgan could die Tony won't do it. If Tony manages to figure out a way to bring everyone back without erasing what's already happened...I think you should go for it."

"Me too," she admits.

"Are you going to tell the others about us?"

Natasha shakes her head, "When this is all over and our family is back together."

"Ok. I love you."

"Love you too. I'll come home as soon as possible."

Jamie nods and he hangs up.

Natasha sighs. She really hoped this worked.