Even though I wrote this right after the previous chapter, I decided that I'll leave you hanging until I get back from either a conference or my family vacation. I think it added to the suspense. I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

I read the reviews, and it looks like it's a Romanogers fic. I did get the suggestion for Fury/Hill, but I'm not sure if they'd have a good dynamic. Sorry!

All the medical stuff was kinda sorta researched. More like five minutes on Google. I don't know if you can burn an artery shut. Remember, fictional liberties everybody. Thanks. :)

Tony was in New York City when he got the call from Clint.

"Tony, get over here. Now." his friend said, and hung up before Tony could even speak. Wanda, Natasha, Steve, Vision and Thor were also in the Tower at that time. Tony took the elevator to Steve's room, where the soldier was painting with Natasha.

"I'm leaving for Clint's farm. I think something's wrong." Tony said calmly, even though he really was itching to go. The two Avengers looked up immediately. Steve nodded at Tony, who was off like a shot. He didn't even pack. He jumped into the Quinjet and took off.

Tony was almost there when he was aware of... something... in the jet with him. He tensed his hands on the controls. Just as soon as he was ready to spin around and punch the intruder in the face, someone sat in the co-pilot's seat. The person was wearing red.

"Wanda, don't do that to me. Not now. I would have killed you if you hadn't announced yourself." Tony said stiffly, returning to the controls. The Avenger looked out of the cockpit, silent.

"I wanted to help you. For example, I packed your clothes." Wanda said, motioning toward a suitcase. "I also think I could help if something is wrong with Pepper. Soothe her mind, if you'll allow it. So she doesn't have to deal with the pain."

"What would you show her?" Tony asked cautiously. He was trying not to get too hopeful, or show Wanda that she had his attention. "Steve told me that you showed Nat the Red Room. I don't want you bringing something like that into Pepper's mind."

"I thought I would show her Pietro" -here Wanda's voice caught- "And our parents, and myself on the beach. In a cottage. Playing in the fields, making sand castles." Tony raised his eyebrows. He hadn't known that Wanda had had a life like that. Then he was reminded of how that life was taken away from her. By his own missiles.

"Wanda, I'm sorry. For everything. Destroying your family like that. I didn't realize that my weapons were used like that. You gave me a new perspective." Tony said after a while. Wanda glanced over at the tense billionaire.

"It's alright. I know that if you had a chance to save Pietro, or stop the bombs, you would do it. Which is why I want to help Pepper now. I thought you had tried to do that to us, but now that I've met you and your family, I know that that would never be the case. You would never try and hurt our family like that on purpose." Wanda told him.

"Thank you. You're a much better person than I ever was."

"You're redeeming yourself, Stark. Don't give up."

They had made it to the farm. Three miles of carrying Pepper was all that Maria could handle for one day. More like a whole week. Her arms burned and her head spun, almost like she was having a migraine. Which Maria was no stranger to. Headaches plagued her constantly throughout her job at SHIELD, but she had constantly pushed the pain aside to save people. Pain was almost welcoming to her. Clint and Laura had taken over after Maria had stumbled in the front door, exhausted and covered in blood. Looking down at her sweater, she knew that it wasn't hers.

Maria carefully rolled up the sleeve of her sweater to look at where only a month before, Natasha had ripped through muscle and an artery in her terrible flashback. Now there was only a scar to mark the event that had changed Maria's style of living. And now there was a dark purple discoloring of Maria's skin. She stared at it for a moment, and then her muddled brain finally comprehended what Maria had prepared for- the seal had broken off.

"Maria, are you alright?" Clint asked, coming out of the kitchen. He, too, was bloody, presumably from Pepper. "You look unwell."

"I think something's wrong." Maria said, her voice coming out foggy through her own ears. "My arm-" Clint took it gently in his hand, turning it over. The archer's face grew even more worried, and he stood up.

"You tore it, didn't you?" he asked. Maria could only manage a nod. "You're going to be alright, 'Ria." Maria was so tired. Her arm felt like it was weighing her down. "I know how to fix this. It'll be okay."

Clint was forced to open up Maria's wound again. This time, the knife was deliberate on her cold skin, and Maria hardly felt the skin part as Clint sliced her arm open for the second time. She didn't hear the roar of the Quinjet or Tony frantically running toward the house where Pepper was. Maria didn't comprehend the presence of the Maximoff girl, silently following the businessman into the farmhouse. She didn't feel Clint searing the edges of the artery closed with a flame. She could only look into the archer's blue eyes and think about the ocean that she had once visited. She wanted to drift off to sleep, and close her eyes.

Wanda wasn't sure where to turn once they landed. Should she go to Maria and Clint on the porch, where Clint was saving the agent's life? It looked like Maria was slipping away every second that they were there. Or did she go and save a child's life, one that hadn't even seen the light of day? Wanda only paused for a moment before she followed the anxious father into the house, but she did look back over the farmlands. She felt a stab of jealously run through her. Clint's children had never known terror. But perhaps that was a good thing.

"I think something must have happened. I called Dr. Cho and she said that it might be that there's too much pressure on the cervix. The strain is starting to rip through, causing the blood. The cure is bed rest until the baby is born." Laura said, her voice taut and nervous. "I don't know what to do to stop the pain."

Pepper was lying on the kitchen table, her face covered in sweat and the tablecloth below her stained with blood. Wanda choked down her revulsion and moved closer to the CEO.

"I can ease the pain for a little while, if you like." she said softly. "It's only temporary, and I can't give it to you all the time. You'll have to get used to some of the pain when the visions aren't there. You could get addicted to the visions, but it's your choice."

"Please, take it away from me." Pepper whispered. Wanda had never seen Pepper so vulnerable. She brought her fondest memory to her mind and let the red wisps flow from her fingers into Pepper's mind. The woman's body relaxed as she watched the vision.

"How do we stop the bleeding?" Laura asked a person on the phone a few minutes later. "Yes. Yes. Okay. Thank you, Dr. Cho." Laura hung up. Her brown hair was matted from the stress and blood was on her hands. "We just have her lie down until the baby is born. Since there won't be more pressure, the bleeding should stop. Helen says to move her once the bleeding stops, and to not let her walk or stand."

"You have no idea what this means to me, Laura. Thank you for trying to help. And you, Wanda. It's much appreciated." Tony said sincerely. It was the most open Tony had been since Wanda had met him. Usually he hid behind his mask of arrogance and humor. Now he was just an anxious man.

"Don't thank us." Clint said, walking in. His hands were covered in scarlet blood. Wanda turned away, unable to bear the sight of so much. Her brother had bled like that, too. She knew it. "Thank the agent that's sitting on your porch with a fresh knife wound."

Meanwhile, back at the Avengers Tower the others were anxiously awaiting the verdict from the farm. Thor was eating PopTarts at an alarming rate. Vision's brow was furrowed, giving away the fact that he was trying to think about what was going on at the farm. Steve and Natasha were sitting together watching Thor and the Vision. Bruce and Betty walked in on the silent common room.

"What's happened?" Bruce asked instantly.

"Something happened on the farm. Tony and Wanda rushed out to get over there." Steve said finally. Bruce and Betty sat on another couch across from Steve and Natasha. "We haven't heard anything, and it's been two hours."

Natasha's phone rang, and she had it to her ear before the first chime had even stopped.

"Thank God, Stark. What happened?" she asked swiftly. Natasha listened, fully aware that the others were now motionless, like statues. Even Thor had stopped eating cake flavored PopTarts. "I can tell them. Yes. Tell them to get well soon. Don't stress out too much, Stark. Goodbye. See you soon." Natasha hung up.

"Well?" Steve prompted.

"Pepper's baby was pressing on her cervix. She's confined to bed rest until the baby is born. Maria tore her artery open carrying Pepper back to the farm. She's lost a lot of blood and she's sleeping at the moment. Clint sealed her artery back up, but he had to open the wound again to do so." Natasha rattled off.

"At least they're alive." Betty said softly.

"How many bad things can happen in one year?" Steve asked to the room. No one answered. A lot.

There! It's done! I hope you liked it! Sorry there wasn't as much Romanogers in this one, but I needed to resolve the first problem first!