Perimeter check was generally viewed with distaste, but today was different – it was the first day the whole team was healthy enough to participate in the early morning exercise after the mission in Kamenka had concluded. Wanda would be lying if she said the two days when most of the team had been confined to the infirmary hadn't been kind of fun, but superhero sleepovers lost their charm when due to injury. Besides, there was something about being surrounded by her very capable colleagues that made the job of saving the world that much realer.

The two-mile warm up was usually completed at an easy pace by the team while Steve rushed ahead. This morning, Wanda forced herself to the point that she was gasping when she stopped at the first checkpoint where he was waiting.

"Hey, Wanda. No need to sprint." He looked at her with some concern, even though she had healed from her single wound quickly and had barely spent any time recuperating. "You okay?"

"Fine," snapped between heavy breaths. She was more annoyed by her loss of fitness than anything else, so she made an effort to smile as she asked, "Did Natasha get a late start? I did not see her."

He frowned. "She wasn't feeling well this morning. She and Freckles went back to bed."

"That is not normal." In spite of her wounds, Natasha had been out of the infirmary almost as quickly as Wanda had. Sam had been laid up the longest with a serious concussion on top of broken ribs. "Is it her injuries?"

"Nah, those are better." Steve shifted from one foot to the other. "She wasn't feeling so good yesterday morning either. I'm sure it's just the flu or something. Glad I'm immune, but I still feel bad."

"That's natural. I remember how I felt whenever Pietro was sick…" She trailed off. When had she gotten to the point where she could casually mention her brother? The realization that she could do it was harder to accept than the memory. "Sorry."

"It's okay. You can talk about him if you want. He was a good guy."

"You barely knew him."

"Well, we had a good flight from Seoul to New York." Steve smiled at her in a disarmingly sincere way that reminded her of the conversation that had taken place during said flight. "And he did the best he could to save the people Sokovia. Even if I hadn't known him that would have told me a lot."

"He was not a soldier."

"He saved a lot of innocent people." He looked down at the ground. "But maybe I've got a naïve definition of what a soldier does."

"I think you are considering all good men as soldiers."

"Well, times have changed." He looked toward the trailhead as the rest of the group began to arrive. "Still covers a lot of the good guys, though."

She ignored the fact that Steve was looking pointedly at Bucky. "Push-ups?" she suggested with false cheer.

"Push-ups," Steve echoed loud enough for everyone to hear, prompting the team to drop.

Wanda fell into sync with everyone else on the ground. She noted that Bucky was next to her, pretending to be having trouble matching her pace. Although she was breathing heavily as she approached thirty, she said, "You don't have to go slow for me."

"'m not," he huffed. "Doc wouldn't let me work out at all until I was healed. Somethin' about risking a Newman thorax."

"Pneumothorax?"

"Yeah, like I said." He finished his set of push-ups just before she did, jumping to his feet and holding out his hand. "That make your arm sore?"

She let him help her to her feet and forced herself not to rub the area where her wound had been. "I feel fine. Just sore from too much downtime."

"And we've only just begun," he said with a grin and a wave toward Steve, who was getting ready to run down the trail. She dropped to a spot between Rhodey and Sam, who was bringing up the rear with Hill. She was also doing perimeter check with the team today, supposedly because she wanted to improve her conditioning, but everyone knew she was keeping an eye on Sam to make sure he had really recovered fully.

Wanda refocused her attention on Bucky as he stretched and asked, "So…how's it going?"

"All right."

"Good."

"Sure."

"Um…"

"Yes." Wanda thought she would be spared any further discussion as their run resumed, but Bucky fell into step beside her.

"You…uh, you know where Natasha is?"

"Steve said she was not feeling well."

"Oh. That's…different."

Wanda nodded, but didn't say a word.

The team had completed six kilometers, jumping jacks, squat thrusts and sit-ups before Bucky spoke again. "So, I, uh, I heard there's a place a few towns over. It's a special, well, uh, it's not Sokovian food, exactly, but they make Latvian and Polish stuff, which I know isn't the same, but….um…." He got his metal hand stuck in his hair as he tried to comb it off his forehead. "I was just thinking, maybe, if you wanna…"

She couldn't find the words for the next few minutes, so she ran. She ran away from Sokovia, Ultron and her parents. She ran from her decisions and from the consequences. She ran from Strucker and genetic experimentation. She ran from Pietro. When they arrived back at HQ, she hadn't finished running yet.

Bucky was still standing outside when she finished a few extra laps around the inside fence. Wanda pulled up before the door, not paying attention to the puddle in the path. Her foot was bending beneath her on the slick surface, ankle twisting as she tried to brace herself. His metal arm was solid as she managed to stand. "You okay?"

"I would love to have dinner with you," she blurted out.

"Oh. Great."

She tried to take a step, but ended up in his arms again. "Maybe I should see Dr. Cho before we make plans."

"Right. Sounds good." He wrapped his arm around her waist as she started to limp to the door with his assistance. "Uh, not good, I mean, but….you should probably get that looked at, is all."

"I know." She smiled to let him know that he wasn't the only one feeling awkward.

They walked into the infirmary just in time to see Steve wrap his arms around Natasha and pull her off the gurney she was sitting on. Wanda heard only one word before she was overwhelmed by their shock and happiness.

Pregnant.