Natasha Romanoff was furious.

She was sitting on the edge of the roof with her feet dangling over the edge trying to calm herself down. Fucking Ross. She thought bitterly.

It had been three days since the fight in Germany, three days since the Avengers had broken up and fallen apart. It had also been three days since Steve Rogers had chosen Bucky over her, best friend over girlfriend, and cast her to the side like a pair of shoes. To be worn at certain times and forgotten at others. She inhaled through her nose and her hand clenched around something in her pocket, he didn't know, if he had he would've stayed.

Three days since he had left his pregnant girlfriend behind.

She took out the test and looked at it, her fingertips whitening a she clenched it in a death grip. This shouldn't have been possible, she had been sterilized in the Red Room. Of course, Steve had found a way to get her pregnant.

There was footsteps behind her and she waited in silence as whoever it was shifted behind her. "Nat," it was Tony, of course, "we didn't know this is how Ross would react." She closed her eyes as barely suppressed fury washed through her, "yeah?" She said quietly, "I guess everyone else was to caught up in blaming one another we couldn't even see what a bunch of cowards we have in our government!" Her voice had risen into a shout and she scrambled to her feet, turning on Tony. When he saw her Tony inwardly sighed, her eyes were red and watery and she was looking at him like she wanted to take him out.

"Ross isn't a coward. He's just a human, not an Avenger."

She glared at him, "How can you be defending him!" She spat angrily. He raised his hands, "I'm not, I just think you should realize he's not perfect before you murder him." She laughed darkly and sat back down, "that'll be the day." She muttered and turned to look back out at the horizon.

The reason why she was mad was only partly because of Steve. Earlier in the day Ross had sat the remainder of the Avengers down and asked them what they were planning on doing now that they had lost half their team. When they said they would retire Ross almost had another heart attack. Without the Avengers, when the next villain would rise up there would be no one strong enough to protect them. The military would be defenseless without their enhanced line of defense. A situation that had scared the government so much that they revoked the Sokovia Accords and pardoned the other half of their team.

The simplicity of how easy and fast it had happened, especially when they had just spent days fighting one another made Natasha want to scream.

Tony sat down next to her and noticed the test gripped in her fist. "What's this?" He asked and she hesitated for a moment before answering. "Just a pregnancy test." Was the smooth response and Tony nearly choked. "What?! You're pregnant?" He asked incredulously and she smiled tightly, "apparently Steve managed to push aside the impossible and get me pregnant."

Tony was still trying to process this new information, "does Ross know?" He asked suddenly and she shook her head, "I'd rather not tell him I'm pregnant until other people know." He nodded, "Clint, I guess that makes sense. He is your oldest friend." She stared at him for a moment, "I meant Steve you idiot."

"Oh. Right, of course."

She sighed and closed her eyes, "I just, I really wish Steve were here right now. There's so much I'm not sure about and I'll probably be the world's worst mother." "Hey," Tony leaned forwards and nudged her, "you'll be a great mother Nat, and I promise that until Clint or Steve arrives I'll be here for you."

She looked at him gratefully, "thank you."

"Anytime."