Mid-November 2017 (about 8 months later)


Steve had gotten a tip that the Bratva had gotten ahold of a Kree weapon. The Bratva had been studying it for a while before they were able to reverse engineer it. It had taken them a few weeks to get the information they needed to take Bratva down but everything was coming together.

Steve, Natasha, Rebecca, and Sam were approaching a heavily guarded warehouse, the only location where the weapons were being housed before distribution. They were lucky that they found the location in time, but still, they knew it was going to be a tough takedown.

They staked out the warehouse, knowing the element of surprise would be their best bet. The door to the front of the warehouse had a long alleyway, equipped with 3 guards. They noticed that there were two more guards on adjacent roofs, snipers, making a sneak attack through the front difficult. The back was fully secured, filled with more guards and security cameras.

"I guess we go in the front," Steve said, looking at his team. "Natasha and Sam, take out the two on the roofs. Rebecca and I will figure out the three down here. We'll attack simultaneously to keep the element of surprise," Steve said. Natasha and Sam nodded before sneaking off, ready to get into position.

"Got any ideas?" Steve asked. She bit her lip.

"I have one… but I am not sure how well you will like it?" She told him. "I will distract them… take two out while you get the straggler." She said, noticing the one who stood apart from the other two.

"And how do you plan on distracting them?" he asked. She smiled before unzipping her suit, until it was completely open, hanging open loosely, showing off her black bra.

"What the hell?" He whispered. She unsnapped her necklace, the one carrying her wedding ring, putting it in her pocket. She pulled down her hair, messing it up a little, making it flow out, framing her face.

"How do I look?" She asked.

"Indecent…" he growled.

"Good," She said with a smile. "Those men are Bratva. They are used to getting their way. Being respected. A little Russian minx's trying to get herself a little alone time with them would peak their curiosity. And I do not think they would want to share. I go in, and get their attention on me… easy peasy," She said.

Steve thought about it for a moment. There was no way either of them could sneak in without a distraction, guns and his shield would cause too much noise, he knew that.

"This is crazy… but I can't think of anything else to do at the moment." She smiled before kissing him quickly.

"I'll be safe," She told him, handing him her guns, but left the knife because it blended well enough in with the suit. She took a breath before starting to walk to the men.

"Go on my signal," She heard Steve say over the coms as he watched Rebecca saunter down the alleyway. When one of the men saw her, he pulled a gun on her, before going to his walkie-talkie.

"I would not do that if I were you, sweetie?" She said in the most seductive Russian Steve had ever heard.

"Why is that?" He asked, looking her up and down. She smiled at him, biting her lip.

"Then we can not have any fun…" She told them, walking close, not scared of the gun at all. "And that is not the gun I was hoping to see tonight…" She told them. The guy looked at his friends for a moment, before putting the gun down.

"Is that so?" He smiled at her.

"What are you doing here little girl?" The other man said with a smile.

"Finding out how real men are built…" She told them as she leaned against a wall near them, but still a little bit away. She noticed all three pairs of eyes on her. She opened up her shirt a little more, exposing her bra cupped breast to them. "Any takers?" She asked with a light moan. The three approached her, before one looked at the other, giving him a glare that told him to back off.

"Boys!" She said, getting all eyes back on her as Steve approached, staying in the shadows the best he could. "There is plenty of me to go around…" She told them as they quickly approached her. She smiled, as she sees Steve get behind them, keeping mostly to the shadows.

"Now," They hear him say before Rebecca grabs two of the men, quickly draining them, while Steve's arm went around the throat of the man until he passed out. Rebecca zipped up her jacket, before quickly removing the weapons from the men.

"I'm torn between turned on and jealousy at the moment…" He told her. She smiled at him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

"You know I only have eyes for you, my love," She told him.

"Nice distraction," Natasha said over the coms.

"We are not encouraging this," Steve said. Rebecca couldn't help but smile.

It didn't take long for Sam and Natasha to quickly join them before they moved into the warehouse, the element of surprise in their favor.


They were exhausted after the raid as they drove to were the quinjet was, nearly 2 hours away. They had been driving for an hour now, with no complications. Steve looked into the rearview, seeing Rebecca leaning against the window, asleep. She'd been extra tired lately and he was blaming himself, because of the constant jobs he was finding. He was trying to make himself useful but what was the cost. His wife was killing herself to keep up. He sighed. He knew it wasn't the best idea, getting to the quinjet was safer, but he just couldn't push them any further then he had. He quickly found a motel, before pulling into the parking lot.

"We are stopping for the night," He told them. "It will give us a chance to shower and sleep in a bed for once." He told them, getting strange but appreciative looks from the group.

"I'll get us two rooms, hopefully, they have an adjoining suite," Natasha said, unbuckling her belt.

"One room should suffice," Steve argued. Natasha gave him a look.

"I think the newlyweds need a little more privacy than that," She said with a smile leaving to get them the rooms. Steve looked into the back, seeing that only Sam was awake to hear the comment, but he ignored it, just happy to get some rest.

Natasha came back a few minutes later with two keys. "We are in luck!" She told him. Steve rolled his eyes. They drove around to the back, finding their rooms before unpacking the essentials. Once Steve was done, he turned to his wife, seeing her stretch, letting go of some of the kinks in her body. He let out a light growl at that. He was thankful for Natasha's foresight. It had been nearly two months since they could be together and he wasn't about to let the opportunity go to waste. He walked up to her, putting his hands on her hips, stilling her. She looked into his lust filled eyes. She knew what he was asking her for and she nodded showing him her willingness.

He quickly pulled off her shirt, as her hand went to unbuckle his pants. They knew they had to be quick about it. Steve couldn't afford to be taken out of commission that a long romp would cause, but that was just fine with them.

His lips crashed onto hers, as his hands went to pull down her pants, cupping her mound. She freed his quickly hardening member from his pants, hearing him moan out as she stroked him. She kicked off her shoes and shimmy her pants off before he pushed her against the wall. She smiled into the kiss, knowing what he wanted before she skillfully wrapped her legs around his hips, settling on him just right. She heard his groan, felt his need as he pushed back just slightly, positioning himself before plunging into her in one, fast thrust.

She threw her head back as he pushed inside her in just the right way, feeling his angle change just right to cause her to nearly scream out in pleasure as he relentlessly used her body for both of their pleasure. Her legs tighten around him so hard she knew he would carry bruises as her hands went to his back, grasping onto him, digging into the leather of the jacket he still wore.

His lips slipped down to her neck as he pushed into her harder and faster. When he bit down at her pulse point, she couldn't help but gasp out as the first wave of pleasure washed over her body. Steve moaned as he pushed past her orgasm, not stopping for one second as he chased his own pleasure. He bit down on her neck again, causing her second orgasm to explode around her as he quickly came, pushing deep inside her as he emptied himself. They stood there for a moment, just holding onto each other before she felt him slip out of her, as he lowered her down onto her weak knees.

"That was overdue," He said with a pant.

"Long overdue," She told him with a chuckle. They quickly got dressed, trying to cover up the evidence of their little tryst. He looked at his sleepy wife with a smile as she put her shirt back on. He kissed her head.

"Rest, I'll go get some food for us. What are you in the mood for?" He asked her.

"Not sure… maybe something not fast food. I'm getting nauseous at the idea of another greasy meal," She told him as she went to lay on the unused bed. He smiled.

"Sure thing, I'll find something a little better for you," He said before moving to the adjoining doors, knocking.

The door open and Natasha stood there, giving him a knowing look.

"Not a word," He whispered to her, getting their food orders before leaving the group to themselves.

He wasn't out the door for more than a few seconds when Rebecca heard the knock on her open door, and she looked over to see Natasha standing there, looking at her worried.

"You ok?" Natasha asked. Rebecca looked at her, with a small smile.

"Yes, why do you ask?" Rebecca said. Natasha sat on the bed next to her.

"You're looking a little green?" Natasha told her in Russian. Rebecca looked at her a little confused. She never spoke to her in Russian unless she wanted to comfort her or keep something private.

"Just a little nauseous," She replied, cautiously.

"You have been like that for the past few weeks," Natasha commented.

"I am fine…" She argued.

"There was a drugstore two blocks away. I can walk you down there if you would like?" Natasha offered. Rebecca felt herself pale at that, knowing what she was implying.

"I am not…" She argued.

"When was your last period?" She asked. Rebecca blushed but thought about it for a moment. She sighed before grabbing her jacket and the key to the room.

"I am heading out for a bit," She said loud enough so Sam could hear.

"Steve won't like that, he would want us all to stay together," Sam argued.

"I'll deal with him when I get back," She said going to the door, hearing Natasha telling him to let her go as she left. She got to the street and looked around, noticing the store before she started to walk. She was in no hurry.

'Maybe it was just stress…' she thought to herself, before really thinking about it. 'When was her last period?' she thought as she pulled out her phone, she looked at the dates, really thinking about it. Nine weeks ago. She sighed. 'It wasn't like you two had been using anything to prevent this…' she thought to herself.

She continued to go to the store absentmindedly, going in and quickly searching for what she came for. She looked at the choices before her, looking at the different types and labels. She read one saying it was more accurate for early detection. 'Too late for that,' she thought as she got one of the cheaper ones, going to the counter to check out. She stood there, nervously, twirling her wedding band around the chain on her neck, thankful the cashier made no comment. She threw some cash down, before taking the test she was handed. She left the store, stashing the test in her jacket as she looked around for a moment, deciding to go the other way, maybe a trip around the block would loosen the tightness in her stomach.

She walked for a while, thinking about what that box represented for her. If she was pregnant, her life was about to change. No more missions, no more fighting… no more partnering with Steve. It broke her heart to think about it. She wanted to be there for him.

But then the thought of Steve, being a father, holding that child, entered her head. She smiled at the thought of a little boy or girl playing with their father. It was more then she got. He would be there for their child, no matter what. She finally got the courage and headed back to the hotel.

She walked up to the door, pulling out the key to unlock it when it opened up, and Steve was looking down at her, glaring. He was mad. He pulled her into the room, noticing the adjoining door was closed.

"Where the hell were you?" He barked at her.

"Out… I needed to clear my head," she told him.

"You know the rules, we stick together, we don't go out, we keep a low profile. We hide," He snapped at her, noticing that she wasn't even wearing her hoodie.

"I was distracted," She told him, softly.

"Distracted… distracted is what gets us killed, you know better than that!" He yelled. She felt her anger grow at his words, tears filling her eyes.

"It was important," she snapped back.

"What was so damn important that you would risk all of our lives for a walk?" He snapped. She pulled the test out of her jacket, throwing it at him, hitting him square in the chest. He grabbed the test, looking at it confused for a second. He looked at her before the realization dawned on him. He let out a breath.

"If you had told me… I would have picked it up."

"I did not think about it until you left… and I just… I do not know."

"I'm sorry I yelled but the rules are there to keep us safe," He told her.

"I know.. I just was… freaked out a little, ok?" She explained.

"Do you think this is why you've been tired? Why you haven't been wanting to eat?" He asked. She nodded to him. His hand went to rub over his face, letting out a sigh. "Then let's find out," He said as he opened the box, pulling out the instructions, reading them. She sighed, grabbing the foil package, opening it before going to the bathroom to take the test.

She placed it on the sink, watching it develop, as Steve came in behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. She smiled at the subtle gesture. They both looked down as two little pink lines appeared on the test. She sighed as he kissed her cheek.

"You ok?" He asked her.

"I am not sure," she said. "Still kind of processing it. You ok?" She asked him. He smiled at her.

"I think I am," he said, leaning down lips brushing against her neck.

"Changes everything..." She admitted.

"It does," He said, his breath on her neck. It sent a shiver down her spine.

"Steve, we can not… not again," she argued, wanting nothing more than to let him take her to bed for the night.

"I know, doesn't change the fact I still want you," He told her before he left her in the bathroom, giving himself the space he needed not to do what he so desperately wanted to do to her. She picked up the little strip, looking at the positive result again before throwing it away.

She walked into the main room, seeing Steve laying on the bed.

"We can use the dampener, it's kind of the reason Tony made it," She asked. He smiled at her.

"You know I like to feel you when we…"

"Make love," She said with a smile. "Should I sleep in the other bed?" she asked

"Only if you want me sleeping there too," He told her, opening his arms to her. She moved in, settling into his arms, loving the feeling of them wrapped around her.

"When do you want to tell the others?" Steve asked.

"Natasha suspected… she's the one who convinced me to go get the test," She admitted before yawning. He kissed her cheek.

"Sleep, we can talk more about it in the morning." He told her.

"Ok," she said before snuggling into his warmth, quickly falling asleep in his arms.


They were both asleep when the door crashed in on the motel. Before she could even think, Steve was pulling her to the floor, his body covering hers as the guns went off in the room. She reached up without even thinking, to the nightstand, pulling down her Widow's sting before aiming it at the door, right at the shadowed men, taking them both out quickly. The door opened to the adjoining room and Natasha, and Sam came in, guns in hands, ready to fight. The quickly left the motel, trying to take out any more hostiles. She looked at Steve then, seeing the blood.

"STEVE!" She screamed.

"I'm ok…. I'm ok." He told her, pulling away from her slightly, his arm dripping blood from the grazed wound. He looked her over quickly.

"You ok?" He asked, making sure none of the bullets hit her.

"I'm fine, we need to stop the bleeding," She told him, trying to stand up. He pulled her back down.

"Stay down until the others tell us it's clear," Steve hissed at her. She sighed, grabbing the sheet they were still wrapped in and started to tear it, making a makeshift bandage.

"Clear…" They heard Natasha say. "We need to clear out now. In the car in 2 minutes," Natasha said and they all nodded clearing out fast.

Natasha took the wheel since Steve was injured. Rebecca sat next to him in the back, as she carefully stitched up his arm as they silently drove back to the quinjet.

"You got in the way of a bullet for me…" she told him as she bandaged up the stitches.

"Not just for you…" He whispered, looking at her belly. She bit her lip at that.

"You're going to be overprotective?" she asked, quietly, not wanting anyone else in the car to hear. He kissed her forehead.

'I've always been protective of you. I just have added motivation now,' he told her before his lips left her forehead. She looked at him for a moment.

"I'm a liability now…" She told him, hand on his wound.

"Hey, I would have done it, either way." He said, going to her neck, pulling the chain out and holding onto the ring there. "You're my wife. I never want to see you hurt," He admitted.

She looked at him, tears starting to form in her eyes. She knew what he was saying. She knew what it meant for them, what it meant for her. He would always be putting his life in danger to save her. To protect her. To protect them. She felt one tear slip down her cheek and down her face as she felt her heart break at the realization.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked her, pulling her closer, despite his injured arm.

"I want to go to Wakanda," She told him.

"Ahhh yeah, Ok. We can go for a little bit," He said. She shook her head against him.

"No, I want to stay in Wakanda, until... " She said, her hand on her belly. "It's safer. For me. For it For you," She told him. She could see that he was unsure what to say to that. He licked his now dry lips.

"We can talk about it on the way…" He finally said to her. She nodded against him, as he held her.


Steve settled Rebecca on the quinjet, letting her sleep off the stress as the quinjet flew them off to Wakanda. Steve stood close by, watching her as she slept.

"You should rest as well," Natasha told him, motioning to his arm. Steve just shook his head.

"Too much on my mind," Steve admitted.

"So she is pregnant?" Natasha asked. Steve nodded, rubbing his hand over his face.

"She wants to stay in Wakanda until the baby is born…" Steve told her.

"Don't blame her. Its safe, she's got family there, friends," Natasha said, looking at the conflicted look on Steve's face. "But, you won't be staying with her… will you?"

"I'm not sure. I don't know."

"Why not? Why not let yourself just… live," She told him. "You can't be the soldier forever,"

"I don't know, Nat," He said honestly.

"Think about it…" She told him as she left him to watch over his wife.