"Come again?" Steve inquired.
"Steve, my water broke!" Natasha exclaimed. "Stop standing around, get Dr. Banner, and get me out of- Ah!"
"Nat?" Steve asked frantically. "Natasha! Are you okay? What's happening? Nat, talk to me!"
"I'm… fine," Nat panted into the phone. "It's just… a… contraction. But they're… ooh… really close together… and strong… so you really need to get Bruce. Ah! Like… now!"
Steve, completely forgetting he was on the phone and Natasha couldn't see him, nodded, hung up the phone, and ran to tell the other's what had happened.
Ten minutes later, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, Steve, and Sam were all gathered in Natasha and Steve's room. Bruce was on the phone with Natasha, coaching her through a contraction, while Tony was in his suit and assessing the stability of the collapsed wall that was all that was separating a distraught Steve from his relatively calm wife.
"Okay, Natasha, just breathe," Bruce coached. "In, out. In, out. That's good, Natasha, you're doing great!"
When the contraction ended, Natasha sighed into the phone and asked, "How long do you think it'll be before you guys can get me out of here?"
"We're getting you out right now, sweetheart," Steve promised.
He marched over to the wall and began pulling at one of the chunks of debris, causing the entire wall to shake violently.
"Steve, no!" Tony cried, knocking him aside. "You can't do it like that! You'll collapse the whole wall!"
"So?" Steve asked. "Isn't that what we're trying to do? Get the wall down?"
"Yes, but you're going to collapse it the wrong way," Tony explained impatiently. "If you just pull it like that, the debris will fall on Natasha, potentially injuring and/or killing Natasha, the babies, or both!"
"Well, what do you suggest we do?" Steve snapped irritably. "My wife is trapped in there, about to give birth, and I have to get to her!"
"You will," Wanda said softly in her thick Sokovian accent, placing a gentle hand on Steve's shoulder. "I'm sure…"
She paused, sighing regretfully, and a grin spread from ear-to-ear on Tony's face.
"Go on, say it," Tony prompted. "Come on, we're all waiting to hear what you have to say. What are you so sure of, Wanda dearest?"
"I'm sure," she gritted out painfully. "That Stark has a good plan to get Natasha out in time for the birth of your children."
"Well thank you, Wanda, for that vote of confidence," Tony grinned peevishly. "As a matter of fact, I do, actually, have a great plan to get our lovely Widow out."
"Well, what is it?" Steve inquired impatiently.
Before Tony could say a word, however, Vision piped up.
"I believe it is Mr. Stark's intention to remove the debris in a carefully planned pattern that will prevent any potentially lethal injuries to Mrs. Rogers," he explained.
"Why Vision, you son of an android b-" Tony's insult was interrupted by a moan from Natasha, who Bruce had put on speaker phone so that she could hear what was happening on the other side of the wall.
"Okay, just breathe, Nat," Steve soothed. "Look, how long is this plan going to take?"
"Six hours, tops," Tony replied confidently.
"That's not going to work," Bruce commented.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Because," Bruce sighed. "With how close her contractions already are? I'd say in about three hours we're going to have two new Avengers trapped in the bathroom."