A/N: Okey dokey. So I gave up and decided to post another chapter. I got one follow, so I decided that was enough. Here's chapter 2 - hope you like it, and please please let me know what you think. I'll probably update anyway even if no one asks me to, but I would like to know. For this chapter, it's a tad fluffy but also kinda dark, depending on how you look at it. WARNINGS: Language, mentions of abortion and violence.

Natasha sat in her room, staring at the bottle of vodka in front of her. It was sitting next to a small bottle of pills that one of the SHIELD doctors had given her. She hadn't wanted to ask Bruce. Ironic that today was October fourth - national vodka day.

It had been two hours since her chat with Fury. (Well, chat was a bit of an exaggeration. All she'd said was "uh.") The first thing she'd done was go to the doctor, and then she'd gone to buy herself a pint of ice cream. She felt like she deserved it. Then she snuck some vodka from the kitchen. Obviously it was vodka, she was Russian. Then she sat in her room for 20 minutes, staring at the two things in front of her.

She didn't have enough time to decide. It wasn't fair. This was all too much. But she didn't usually dwell over these things anyway, so maybe it was for the best. But this was one of the biggest decisions of her life, possibly the biggest. She probably wouldn't have this opportunity again, because she was the frickin Black Widow and couldn't think of anyone she wanted to have a child with. She'd already ended things with Bruce, and she wasn't really sure how she felt about that. Besides, Bruce didn't want kids. And as for the other guys…

Tony was a no-no. He was with Pepper, and he was gross anyway. Steve… Well, she'd flirted with Steve before, but he was America's Golden Boy, the literal opposite of her. She was happy just being friends. Besides, she flirted with everyone. Thor was just so far off that it was laughable to think about. Clint was her friend, he had been for years, and their relationship had always been platonic. He also had kids and a wife. Vision was a fucking robot, and she was pretty sure there was something going on between him and Wanda.

There was a soft knock at the door. Natasha quickly hid the two bottles and fixed her face in the mirror. Then she opened the door. Speaking of Wanda…

"Hi Natasha." The girl said quietly. Natasha hadn't seen Wanda much since Pietro died, and she looked awful. Well, actually, in appearance she looked fine. Her hair was washed and her clothes were clean. She was wearing a big black sweater and a red skirt with converse sneakers. But she had dark circles under her eyes, which were bloodshot. She had a resting frown on her face, and her folded hands shook slightly. She was far too thin. She was 17 years old, and yet she was broken. Natasha thought she reminded her of herself.

"Hey." Natasha said, smiling slightly. "Come on in, what's up?"

Wanda apprehensively entered the room, and stood awkwardly as Natasha flopped onto her bed.

"Um, I… I wanted to tell you…" She tucked a piece of her reddish brown hair behind her ear, and continued. "I heard the baby's heartbeat, and… I just wanted… to tell you, and… I'll go now." She turned around to leave but Natasha stopped her.

"Hey. Sit down." Natasha said gently. Wanda looked scared. "It's okay."

Wanda sat down ever so slightly on the end of the bed, and twisted the blanket in her hands. "I know that you're still deciding, but I think you'd be a great mother." Wanda whispered. Natasha raised her eyebrows. Wanda was so sweet. She wasn't sure what to say, but Wanda took her behaviour the wrong way.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to read your mind, I shouldn't have, I'm sorry, it's just that my powers have been hard to control since…" Tears filled Wanda's eyes as she tried to finish her sentence. Natasha could see that she wasn't stable.

"Come here." Natasha reached her arms out and folded Wanda into them. Wanda cried. She sobbed, clutching onto Natasha for dear life. But then she pulled away. And folded her hands again. She looked away, curling into herself. Natasha felt uncomfortable with the level of emotion being displayed, but since she wasn't sure what to do, she decided to give some advice.

"Don't close yourself off, Wanda." Natasha advised. But Wanda shook her head.

"It's too painful to lose someone…" She muttered. Natasha's heart broke for Wanda, because that was a really desperate way to look at the world.

"When I was 12, in the Red Room, I had a friend. Her name was... Anastasia. But we called her Ana." Natasha took a deep breath- she'd never told anyone this before, not even Clint. But Wanda needed to hear it. "We spent our nights together, whispering in the dark after the supervisors had gone to bed. We were locked to our beds, but we found ways to communicate."

Wanda slowly turned toward Natasha, signaling for her to go on. Natasha's voice wavered slightly as she continued.

"Ana was 14, and she taught me some valuable lessons about surviving in that place. And she was so kind to me. But one day, the day I turned 13, Madam Morozov, one of the supervisors, made me fight against one of my classmates. We did that all the time, but this time I was paired with Ana. Usually I'd be paired with someone my own age, but as a right of passage I had to fight someone older. I thought she'd beat me, she was so much better than I was, but she let me beat her. She didn't try, she didn't want to hurt me. And so I won, easily. But Madam Morozov saw what she'd done, and made her try again. We did it over and over again, until Ana couldn't fight anymore. Madam Morozov realized that she was showing weakness because she was my friend, and, of course, she believed that love is weakness. That was what we were taught. Love is weakness. So she punished me, but that was something I was used to. But for Ana… she yelled at her saying to never let any sort of feeling for anyone, platonic or romantic, get in the way of the goal. But Ana said that the goal shouldn't be to hurt people. And that love was the most important thing in the world, and that she'd do anything for me. Only a few people had ever confronted Madam Morozov, and things hadn't gone well for them. She punished Ana, and told her to apologize. But Ana refused. So… Madam Morozov sent her to Dreykov. And I never saw her again."

Wanda's eyes had widened as Natasha told the story.

"I'm so sorry." She said, but Natasha shook her head.

"That's not the end. As I got older, I ignored the other girls so I wouldn't get attached, so the same thing wouldn't happen again. And I closed myself off. For most of my life. And now, I regret that. I'm glad I have this family, and if I hadn't decided to open up then I wouldn't have it. And I know that you've had trauma, and so have I. Ana was only part of the reason I closed myself off. I killed people, I was an assassin, and assassins don't make friends. But you have the chance to have this family too, and although nothing can replace Pietro, I hope that you and I could be close."

Natasha hugged Wanda again, and felt her relax in her arms.

"Thank you." The younger woman whispered. "And I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. And hey… I'm here for you if you want to talk. Well, not for the next couple of months, actually. Never mind."

"So you're taking the mission?" Wanda asked excitedly.

"How did you know about- right. You can read minds. Yeah, I think I'll take the mission."

Wanda glanced at the drawer where Natasha had put the pills and the alcohol. She looked at Natasha expectantly.

Natasha paused. She was about to shrug, but then she considered the advice she'd just given Wanda. She'd told her not to close herself off because she was scared, and to open herself up to this new opportunity for a family. And Natasha was scared as all hell to have a kid, but… as much as she'd like to deny it, she kinda wanted to. She could change, that had already been proven. And people much worse than her had had kids. She imagined teaching her child how to fight, taking them travelling across the world, and making fun of Barton with them. She thought about how supported this kid would be, with so many aunts and uncles. Should she take this chance at a new family?

Natasha simply smiled. Wanda smiled back.

"Congratulations."