Sorry this took a little longer, my break ended and now I have a really busy schedule. Thanks to everyone who liked and followed this story and I hope you enjoy this!

When Tony finally stumbled into the kitchen at five in the morning he found Natasha and Clint huddled around their respective mugs.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?" He asked as he fumbled for the coffee pot.

Natasha, "couldn't sleep." She muttered.

He nodded and left it at that. Steve could blow up later but right now it was too early.

They had just finished their second cups of coffee, or, in Natasha's case, tea, when a thud above their heads made them look up. Clint sighed in resignation and stood up, "Well, it was fun while it lasted."

He made his escape from the room just in time. Steve came crashing into the room holding his shield and looking frantic.

When he saw the two of them sitting there his expression changed from anxious to annoyed.

"Natasha, what are you doing out of bed at five in the morning?! You're pregnant!"

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed." She remarked dryly raising her eyebrows at Tony. He shrugged in response and refilled her cup.

Steve let out a breath and tried to calm down, "please, just come back to bed Nat." She shook her head, "I don't want to."

Tony, sensing a fight brewing quickly left under the pretense that he would go get some sleep. Neither Nat nor Steve noticed him go they were to busy staring the other angrily down.

It was Steve who broke the silence first, "why don't you want to rest?"

Natasha sighed and tossed her mug onto the counter, "I feel sick. I can't sleep because I feel like I'm going to throw up."

Just like that Steve deflated. "I'm sorry Tash," He said softly and went to her side, "I didn't realize you weren't feeling good." She shrugged and rubbed her temples, "I'm worried as well." She whispered. Taking a seat beside her he took her hand and waited.

Finally she spoke, "I'm worried that when Tony finds the Red Room and you go after them they'll hurt you. Take you away from me somehow. But at the same time I want you to go after them. If they aren't around then there's no immediate threat to the little one." Resting a hand on her bump she gave him a concerned look, "I don't want to him to be in danger."

Steve smiled, "first off, it's a her, second off, I would never let myself be hurt when you're here waiting for me." Standing up he helped her to her feet, "and if I were then I would fight my way back to you." Kissing her forehead they headed back up to their room.

They were nearly there when Tony came barreling down the hallway. "I figured it out!" He announced. "What did you figure out?" Natasha asked curiously. He paused when he noticed she was there but continued.

"The Red Room people, I found where the bomb was made. And judging from their recent history of buyers I think I found their location." He handed Steve a small tablet and when he looked at it he frowned. "Are you telling me that they're located in Siberia?" Tony nodded and Natasha bit her lip, "it makes sense, that's where the Red Room was. I assume that whatever they did they wouldn't have left there original position."

Steve was quiet for a bit. "When will we leave?" He finally asked.

Tony hesitated, "I don't exactly know when but we should go sooner rather than later. I need to update the security so that Nat will be better protected when we leave her, but other than that we should be ready to go within a month."

"Hang on," Natasha interjected, "how long do you think this will take you?"

His face fell, "um I'd say probably a month or more. We'd have to go there, set up, plan, attack, get rid of any stragglers, and then come back." Looking between them he realized what that meant. "I'll leave you now."

After he was gone Steve turned to Natasha, "I won't go if you don't want me to." He said. She shook her head firmly.

"No. You need to go, Tony and Clint can't complete this without you."

"They'd have Wanda and Sam."

"Steve, no. You need to go. You are an Avenger this is your duty, not watching over me."

"I- okay. I'll go."

"Good."

Stretching up she kissed him, "thank you." He nodded and they returned to their room in silence. They got back into bed and closed their eyes, not in the mood to do anything.

Long after Steve had fallen asleep Natasha was still awake. Lying on her side she felt a soft kick against her side and she carefully cupped her stomach. "Everything's going to be okay, little one. Your dad just has to go somewhere." She could feel the baby shifting but other than that there was no reaction. Sighing she closed her eyes, Steve would come back. He had too, she didn't know what she would do if he didn't.

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Bucky nearly attacked one of the Dora Milaje.

Not a good move when he was five feet away from the king of Wakanda.

He hadn't meant to but they'd burst into the room while he was still trying to figure out what was happening and he'd been surprised.

After he had apologized multiple times and been checked for any weapons (there were none) T'Challa agreed to talk to him. They were escorted to a room with wide glass windows and filled with couches. The guards left them although from the glares he was receiving from a couple of them he was pretty sure that they would watch him closely.

"So, you have woken up on your own without any help from our technology?" T'Challa asked curiously and he nodded.

"May I ask why?"

He hesitated, "It was a feeling, like something was happening. To Steve and Natasha, I just know it. But I can't remember why I know this feeling." He growled quietly and tried to retrieve the memory he knew was there. It remained frustratingly out of reach and he clenched his hand.

The king watched him closely, "you woke because you believe your friends to be in danger?"

He nodded, "something like that. I need to get to them. If I don't then something bad might happen and if they get hurt than I could never live with myself."

T'Challa nodded and thought quickly before making up his mind, "I am going to help you get back to your friends. It's the least I can do for the man I tried to wrongly kill." Bucky raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't blame you if you still tried to kill me. I deserve it... a lot."

The other man gave him a close look, "I don't believe that the man who murdered so many people and the man who sits in front of me now are the same." Bucky shifted uncomfortably, "Thanks, now how can I get back to my friends?"

The king just raised an eyebrow, "patience Barnes, you still need an arm after all." He gave a rather pointed look to the stump of a metal arm that was Bucky's left arm.

"What, do you just have a metal arm lying around waiting for me?" He asked rather confused. There was an amused snort.

"Not me, to get your arm fixed you'll need to visit my sister."

"Whose that?"

"The princess Shuri, she deals with all our technological advances. Oh, and she is also sixteen."

Approximately one hour later Bucky was exiting the lab that T'Challa's little sister worked in with a new arm and a slightly bruised ego. It had been interesting to interact with the young genius as she'd worked excitedly on his arm. She had been much better than Tony Stark and Bruce Banner ever had. He didn't doubt for one second that she would leave them in the dust when it came to her creations.

His arm itself was evidence. Black with thin gold lines running through it, it was surprisingly light and seemed to know what he wanted to do with it right as he thought of it. It was also powerful, the vibranium metal being so much stronger that any opponent he faced would have some serious injuries should he choose to fight.

It didn't work on itself though. He had learned that the hard way when the princess had suggested he try it out and he'd mistakenly tried to punch a Black Panther suit. The result had been him crashing into the opposite wall and finding out the princes had videotaped the whole experience.

Shaking his head he made his way down to the bottom levels of the palace where he met more members of the guard (how many were there?), who in turn escorted him out to the airfield.

There was already a Quinjet waiting for him on the airstrip and he relaxed slightly as he saw T'Challa waiting for him inside. In this stage advanced amazing place he was grateful to recognize at least one face even if it was a person he had a rocky relationship with.

"How was your visit to Shuri?"

He smirked slightly, "beside the arm she also showed me all her prototypes for weapons. If Wakanda were to be attacked their attackers would be deeply sorry when faced with your sisters creations."

The king laughed before grasping his hand, "I wish you good luck and fortune in your efforts to find and protect your friends. Some of them have missed you a lot and there might be a surprise waiting for you when you get there."

At Bucky's curious glance he merely shrugged, "I will not tell here, but let's just say that life is moving along for some of your friends."

Bucky had zero idea of what that was supposed to mean but he nodded anyways. Completing a quick check through of the jet he bade the king farewell before taking off down the runway to the sky.

It was only after he'd leveled off and was heading for New York that he heaved a sigh of relief. He was heading for his friends at last.