A/N: After this chapter I will be writing Steve's POV. I am much too lazy to go copy and pasting their twitlonger replies, so there will be a slight change in how he is portrayed, but I hope it's not too big of a change. I'm still not sure if I want to keep their POV's separate. We'll see how that goes.

"Steve! We're just about done making breakfast." Pepper called from the kitchen.

Clint was sitting in a chair at the table, his left leg in a cast as he and Natasha spoke in Russian. "Look who it is! Nice beard. I was thinking of growing one. What do you think? Think Laura will like it?"

Leaning against the counter, half a piece of bacon in hand, Natasha faked a cough. "Sorry, I was choking on your bullshit."

"Wanna know what else you-"

"Alright! Breakfast is ready!" Cutting Clint off, Pepper and Natasha set the table. Scribbled eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast and a pitcher of orange juice were all placed in the middle. Natasha sat next to Clint and in front of Laura, Pepper on her right side. Unintentionally wanting to keep some distance between her and Steve.

"Now that you're back. Sharon will finally shut up. She's been asking about you." Tony commented as he sat down.

"She with totally dig the beard." Clint added, using his fork for emphasis.

Natasha was thankful that no one could hear her pounding heart. Despite the beard, he was still the man she had fallen for. The same blue eyes that would burn into her soul, the same boyish smile that made her stomach flutter and her knees weaken. She also knew Clint was egging Tony on, despite the glares she kept sending his way, Clint wouldn't shut up.

"He'll find out when she comes visit with Dr. Cho." Tony said as he dug into his food.

Steve simply ignored them with a roll of his eyes and started eating. He could feel Natasha's eyes on him and he made him feel slightly more alive. At least she wasn't completely ignoring him. At least she acknowledged him even if it was with just her eyes.

"You should ask her out." Clint carefully dragged out as he side eyed the red head.

Both Pepper and Laura looked at the archer. Pepper was giving him a confused look mixed with a death glare, she knew what Tony and him were doing. And Laura was giving him her 'you better be quite' look.

"What? I'm just saying."

Natasha had gone still and was giving the archer her dirties look. Oh if he didn't shut up he really was going to get it, she didn't care if his leg was in a cast or not. Thankfully before Steve could reply, the traitor baby started crying and Natasha quickly got up mumbling an excuse as she went. She needed to get away from the table and clear her mind. She wasn't sure what she would do if Sharon did in fact show up. Why would she even come? She wasn't part of the team anyway? Besides, she doubted that Clint was buddy buddies with her. As she made her way up the stairs she walked into the nursery and picked baby Nate up, rocking him gently in her arms as she wailed. Damn did he have a pair of lungs on him. But then again, most babies did.

A few minutes later she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, the conversation down stairs dying out. Natasha turned her back to the door as she grabbed an already made bottle and started feeding the baby, sure enough, he was hungry.

"You're a natural."

Steve's voice broke the silence, she couldn't help but feel her heart clench at his words.

"Yeah well.. I've had practice…" Turning to look at him over her shoulder she met his gaze. The intensity of it making her breath catch in her throat.

So that's what she would look like as a mom, Steve thought at he stepped into the room and slowly made his way over to her.

"Can we not do this?" The spy asked as she tore her gaze away from him and looked down at the baby in her arms.

"Do what? I was just going to say I like the hair…." The soldier paused, a small smile curving at his lips. "But I do prefer the red hair."

"I know.." Her voice was almost a whisper as she felt him move closer to her. And in that moment, with her holding the baby and him right next to her, looking at her holding the baby, it felt like they were a normal family. It felt like this was what they were. A family. For an instant, it was like the baby in her arms was theirs and this was their farm. Natasha knew he felt it too, knew that it the thought has crossed his mind, which made her heart clench and an emotional lump form in her throat. She couldn't give him this. Couldn't give him a family. She never would be able to.

"Nat…" Steve spoke, his voice soft as he tucked her hair behind her hear.

"I can't… " Was all the spy said as she moved around him and made her way out of the room and down the stars. She couldn't deal with the feeling. Not when she had other, bigger, problems to deal with.

"Here's the traitor." Natasha said to Clint who was still in his seat, the table already being cleared and the dishes being piled in the sink.

To Be Continued. . .