WARNINGS: Language, violence. Also awesomeness.

Once she was sure no one was looking, she crept out of her cell, shut and locked the door, and went to the other open door that led to the main room. She looked around to see what all the chaos was about, but she couldn't figure it out. She ran to a bench and hid behind it, and everyone was still too distracted to see. She then went to hide behind the boxes piled in the corner, and then made a break for the door. But as she passed her old room, she ran into Boris.

"What are you doing here? Go back to your cell!" He yelled, grabbing onto her arm. She twisted it and flipped him off of his feet and onto his back. Then she took his handgun and smacked him on the head with it. He went limp, and she quickly got up and went for the door, smiling slightly, because her fighting felt a little different now that there was a tiny bump on her stomach.

Just as she reached the door, Sidorov grabbed her from behind and twisted her arms behind her back. She head butted him in the nose, and he recoiled, but as she turned around she saw that he was holding Sasha by her broken arm. Tears tracks were visible on the young woman's face, and she was so pale she was almost transparent.

"Let her go." Natasha said immediately. Sidorov chuckled and held on to Sasha's arm tighter. Sasha whimpered and screwed her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain.

"I don't think I will. Now follow me, or more harm comes to the girl."

Natasha followed, realizing that she couldn't fight Sidorov, trained assassin or not. He led them both to a different cell, (Natasha started to wonder how many cells there could possibly be in this place,) and threw them in. There was nothing in this cell, so they both backed against the wall. Natasha fixed Sidorov with a hard stare.

"I thought you could cooperate until you had that child. But clearly not." He growled at Natasha. "And you-" he turned to Sasha "Are in big trouble. I thought we could trust you, but you helped her. And you shall be punished."

Sidorov grabbed the back of Sasha's neck, squeezing. Sasha's face hardened, and she closed her eyes, preparing for what was to come. He began to lead her out of the room.

"No!" Natasha yelled, tackling Sidorov. Sasha slipped out of his grip, retreating into the corner, and Natasha attempted to pin the man to the ground. He was surprisingly agile for a man of his age, and managed to turn the tables on her, slamming her into the ground. She cried out as something snapped when her back connected with the cement. She saw stars for a second, gasping from the pain in her side. His hands pushed her wrists painfully to the floor while one leg held her legs down and the other pressed on her stomach. She gasped for breath, struggling underneath him. He laughed and pressed harder.

"Wrong move, Widow."

Sasha looked terrified, and as Natasha started to black out, she locked eyes with Sasha and then flicked her eyes to the door. Sidorov luckily didn't notice, and Sasha crept toward the door. Sidorov's back was to her, so she was able to sneak out. And so as she passed out, Natasha at least knew that Sasha was escaping.

"You ready?" Maria asked Fury as their truck approached the place where the tracking beacon attached to Natasha was beeping.

"Yup." Fury grumbled, adjusting his eye patch.

"Why did you even come? Usually you don't come on these things."

"I don't think you have the authority to ask me that, Agent Hill."

"I think it's cute. You're like a father to Natasha. You care about her, that's why you came."

"Excuse me?" Fury swiveled around, incredulous. Maria shrugged.

"It's true."

As SHIELD vans surrounded the building, Maria, Clint, and Steve stepped out. Tony flew down from above, Fury stayed back a bit, and Bruce waited in the van in case medical attention was needed.

Steve broke the lock with his shield and they entered the building. An alarm went off when they came in. They split up in four different directions, and fought off the lazy-looking guards coming at them.

It took Tony about 10 minutes to get to where he was going, only because his suit was still rebooting from when he had accidentally spilled acid on it during an experiment. Common mistake. When he did arrive, he went into the first room he saw. It was really big, and had a bunch of smaller rooms branching off. Most of them were closed, but one was open. This area was surprisingly empty compared to the rest of the building. Just as he was about to move on, a girl ran crying out of the open room. She stopped when she saw him.

"Iron man?" She whispered, a Russian accent coming through.

"Yeah, kid, it's me. Autographs come after you tell where Natasha is."

The girl, who looked worryingly unwell to Tony, pointed to the room she just came out of. She seemed really scared. Tony sped into the room, and found a scary-looking man pinning someone to the ground. A red-haired someone, a someone who was very familiar.

"Natasha!"

"Natasha!"

Natasha opened her eyes, still deprived of oxygen, and still painfully pinned to the ground. She gasped sharply and tried to focus on who was calling her name. She looked up and saw a blur of gold and red. Tony. She tried to talk, but it only made her hurt more, and all that came out was a rasp.

As her eyes focused, she saw Tony activate his suit and fly right at Sidorov, knocking him into the wall. He was a little too eager, however, and ended up knocking him out.

"Oops."

Natasha gulped in huge breaths of oxygen. Sidorov had been kneeing her in the stomach for at least two minutes, and she had almost turned blue. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, hoping her baby was okay. Tony lifted the mask of his helmet and knelt down next to her.

"You okay Nat?" He asked, frowning as she curled into herself.

She took a second to mentally scan her body. Her head throbbed, her knee felt wrong, and she was pretty sure at least several ribs were cracked. No, broken. Sidorov was strong, and he'd slammed her into the hard floor and then pressed his knee into the already injured ribs. She couldn't really say anything, she just focused on breathing (which really hurt) so Tony took that as a bad sign. He leaned down and gently lifted her up. She winced slightly.

"Sorry."

"You just saved my life Stark, I don't think an apology is necessary. Unless you want to, in which case, go ahead." She croaked, finding her voice. It hurt her ribs to talk, but she wanted him to know she was okay. He smirked.

As soon as she spoke, he knew she was okay. To an extent at least. He carefully avoided running into anyone as he carried her downstairs.

"Tony! Need your help!" Maria called through the comms. Tony pressed the button on his ear and mumbled "Coming. I found Nat."

When they met Maria downstairs, she went to Nat first. Once she determined that she was okay, she scooped her easily from his arms.

"You need to deal with that." She said, gesturing to the chaos happening behind her. Tony pulled down his face plate and went to help poor Clint.

Maria carried Natasha outside and to a black truck. Natasha was surprised by how easily she carried her. She breathed in the fresh air that she'd missed, and leaned further into Maria. Her arms were strangely comforting.

"Nat!" Bruce called, rushing over to her as Maria climbed into the truck. Maria was slightly reluctant to put her down, but set her on the bench along the side of the truck. Bruce knelt down next to her.

"Anything I should worry about?" He asked her.

"Ribs… knee… head, maybe… also, baby." She said, her voice weak and tired.

Bruce pulled out a portable x-ray machine and went over her chest and knee. Three ribs were broken clean in half, which was surprising considering the way they were broken, and her knee was dislocated. She didn't have a concussion, as far as Bruce could tell.

"Maria, could you hold her down while I pop her knee back into place? Just put one hand on her shin and the other on her hip."

Maria did so and Bruce pushed her bone back into its socket.

"Fuck." Natasha gasped, but then relaxed. Bruce wrapped her ribs and pulled out a portable ultrasound machine. Natasha's heart rate increased - she had no idea what Sidorov could have done by kneeling on her.

"Alright, let's see." Bruce said, keeping a calm facade so he didn't worry her. Maria stood awkwardly in the corner, giving off some real Fury vibes.

Bruce rolled the wand across her bruised stomach, stopping in one place and studying the small screen in his hand. He sighed.

"It's fine. See?" He held the screen up to her, pointing to the small squiggly thing in the middle. Natasha smiled, realizing not for the first time that that was actually her baby. Well, and a machine's.

Just as Bruce was wiping the gel off of her stomach, Clint clambered into the truck, panting and bleeding. He leaned against the wall for a second, before seeing Natasha.

"Nat! Oh thank god you're okay. You are okay, aren't you?" He looked her over worriedly.

"I'm okay." She laughed, but quickly regretted it as the pain in her ribs spiked. "Ah!"

Everyone ran toward her, flustered, wondering what they should do. The scene was so funny to Natasha, with Bruce and Clint panicking and Maria awkwardly trying to provide comfort, that she couldn't stop laughing as much as it hurt.

She was so happy. She was back with her family, part of it at least, and she and her baby were going to be okay.