A/N Another update! Let me know what you think.

Shifting to the left I must have rolled over too much, as the next thing I know I'd landed on the cold carpet floor. Groaning and lifting my head, I rolled onto my back while trying to blink the fuzziness from my eyes. My brain is slowly trying to work and piece everything together. How did I get here and why does everything hurt?

Glancing up at the roof of the bedroom, my eyes squinted and my ears rang. Wincing, a sharp ache thumped in my skull and right behind my eyes. Reaching to clutch my sore head with my hands, I found that I can't move my arms. Looking down, I saw myself wrapped up in a large shirt that'd been made into a makeshift straight jacket.

"You kept trying to undo my pants" came a voice by the door. I looked over to see James standing near me with a cup of coffee in his hands "You've been asleep for most of the day. It's nearly lunch"

Squinting up at him, it took me a moment to register everything he'd said. When the information finally processed, I thumped my head back against the carpet floor. I feel stupid. I'd ruined my chance last night "Please, get me out of this"

Setting down his mug on the nightstand, he bent down to pick me up. Setting me up right on my feet, James turned me around and untied the shirt. My arms loosened and I took off the shirt to see the clothes I'd been wearing last night. My hands rubbed my temples, trying to somehow ease the pain. Taking a deep breath I headed past him and into the shower. I feel dirty.

Closing the door and turning on the water taps, I waited for the steam before getting in. I immediately wondered what had happened last night and what I was thinking. Trying to think back to the events of the not-so-romantic-dinner, I can't seem to get anything. The only memory that I can manage it when James asked me to dance. After that it's all blank.

Hopping out of the shower and drying myself, I bushed my teeth before walking out to the kitchen in order to face my shame. I suppose James isn't the only one able to get drunk. Sitting down at the bench, James held out two pills for me "Here, take these"

Grabbing them, I downed the pills with a glass of water. Now that I don't breast feed, I can take medication and not have to worry about making Johnathan sick. However, just because he's teething and not feeding from me it doesn't mean I stop producing milk. I can feel the familiar ache and fullness in my chest and they look swollen; which James never seems to mind.

Getting up and heading into the nursery, I sifted through the draws to try and find the pump. I wonder where I placed it. I just hope it's not lost "What are you looking for?" slamming a draw a little too loud, I winced from the noise.

"The pump. I can't find it anywhere" I replied. James sighed before grabbing it out of the cupboard and handing it to me "Thank you" I said before sitting down on the chair in the room. James had left and I closed my eyes as the device did its job with a mechanic hum.

Once the bottle had been filled and the swelling had gone down, I set myself free from the pump and disposed of the milk. Tipping it down the drink, I washed the bottle and pump before placing it on the rack to dry. I turned around to see James sitting at the dinner room table flicking through something on his laptop. I can't see what it is because he's facing toward me.

"Are you mad?" I asked quietly. He didn't seem too happy a minute ago.

James didn't look up from his laptop as he shook his head "No, I'm not bad" he said before later adding "I have to go out for a bit with Steve. I'll be back before dinner" closing his laptop lid, he got up with a little hurry in his step. Planting a kiss on my forehead, he was quickly out the door and I was left a little stunned by the flurry of motion. What was that all about?

Frowning, I glanced over to his computer as it sat on the table. Shaking my head, I immediately scolded myself for the thought of even looking. I shouldn't pry, but he's been on it non-stop for the past month. I took a shaky breath, I sat down at the same chair and opened the lid of the computer. Watching the screen light up, I knew James was up to something.

I just didn't think it would be this.

The duo stood inside Steve's apartment "Are you sure you really want to start doing this" asked Steve as he crossed his arms. They'd discussed the matter in the past, but now it's time for a proper answer. Steve isn't sure if Bucky should be getting back into this "Have you told Katya?"

Bucky sighed with agitation. He knows he should have. The decision doesn't just affect him anymore, it affects his family "I know what I'm doing. I'll tell her when the time is right. She's just going to have to accept it"

"I know you think that Buck, but going back onto the field is dangerous. You've read the mission reports. We're going after Hydra. It could turn bad and with you there – I don't want you falling back into their hands. Especially now with your condition – your family" argued Steve.

"It's under control. What happened in Berlin isn't going to happen again. I'll be careful" Bucky wanted to believe the words he's say but he knows there's a chance, no matter how small. He thought beforehand that everything was past him, but what happened in Berlin proved him wrong.

"You don't know that. You said it yourself. Whatever they put inside of you, it's still there I'm just trying to look out for you"

"I know"

Stripping Johnathan's cot of the dirty sheets, I'd started to clean up the nursery. Placing them into the wash pile in the laundry, I wiped down the sides of the cot as well as the changing table. I may as well clean since the baby's away. He always hates the noise the vacuum makes. Grabbing said device out of the cupboard, I zoomed around the apartment quickly. Tony hired us cleaners to come every Friday, but sometimes I prefer to do it myself. It helps take my mind off of things, especially after this morning.

I still can't believe it, even when it's right there in front of me. I had my doubts when he said all he'd been doing was researching. At first I assumed it might have been about Steve or himself, but after a month one would think you'd have found everything there is to know.

I realise we don't have the best communications skills. James doesn't tell me everything that's on his mind and neither do I. I suppose it's because neither of us have ever really had the luxury to talk about things beforehand. We were both taught to keep whatever we felt bottled inside. In saying all of that, it's not that I've never tried, because I have. But James is a hard person to read. He's good at hiding his emotions as well as secrets. Which is why I never had a clue as to what was going on until now.

I didn't think he'd do that to me.

Finishing with my brisk few hours of cleaning, I made my way down to Wanda's apartment. Knocking on the door, I decided it's time to pick Johnathan up and resume the role of mother. Standing still, it didn't take long for an answer "Good morning. It's good to see you again" Vision gave a smile.

"You too" stepping into their apartment, I immediately spotted Johnathan dribbling in his stroller while playing with a yellow rattle. Kneeling down, I ticked the infant as he recognised my face with a smile "Hello my handsome baby boy" turning my head, Wanda came down the hall "Thank you again for watching him"

"Anytime. He's a very good boy" she said while zipping the baby bag "If you ever need some alone time, I'll be happy to look after him again" nodding my head, I got up from the floor and tucked the bag into the back of the stroller. I wheeled him out into the hallway "I'll see you later" said Wanda with a little wave at Johnathan.

I gave another smile before we headed back to our own apartment. Walking through the front door, I sighed "Well, we're back home" I said more to myself than the baby.

Hearing him kick with his feet and let out bubbling puffs of air, I grabbed the bag from the stroller and placed it on the bench. Picking Johnathan up and placing him in the pen, I gave him a couple of wooden blocks and toys to play with. He grabbed it from my hands and banged it around before looking up at me. I can't help but be mesmerised by those similar steel blue eyes.

"You're looking more like your father everyday"

Keeping an eye on the boy, I cleaned up the few dishes lying around as well as the used formula bottles. Peering outside the large glass window, my eyes raked over the view of the city. I'm feeling a little more energetic than this morning. Plucking Johnathan from his play pen and setting him back into the stroller, we made our way down to the lobby and down the street. It's a lot less cramped outside with fresh air and the sound of life.

Walking through the doors of a large building called Baby Warehouse, the immediate smell of new furniture and the odd scent of children wafted past me. Wandering down several isles, I scanned the shelves to find the teething necklaces Cho had recommended. Being absorbed in my search I didn't hear the young man approach me.

"Can I help you with anything today?" snapping my head up, I smiled at the brunette who stood beside me.

"Yeah, I'm trying to find teething necklaces" I replied, although it sounded more of a question. I'm not quite sure on what I'm doing. Flickering my gaze to the name tag, I noticed it read Mathew.

He nodded before directing me to a place behind him. His hazel eyes caught the light "You're not far off, there just over here" nodding, I followed the man while pushing the stroller.

Halting still, I watched him as he gestured to the different varieties of necklaces; some of them multi-coloured while other are a plain dirty yellow like stone. Picking up two different ones, he explained "There's different choices and there all perfectly safe and healthy. This one is raw, which means it has more succinic acid and it works better. This doesn't have the same high level of acid, so it's not as strong. Personally, I'd go with raw"

I nodded, he seems to know what he's talking about "I think I'll trust you on this one" handing me the necklace I felt the cold amber beads in my hand.

"Good choice" he said with a smile "Is that all you need?"

"Yeah"

"I'll put you through then" following Mathew back to the checkout, he scanned the item "He's a cute little guy" he complimented while gesturing to Johnathan who sat looking none too bothered by anything.

"Thank you" I replied. I can somehow tell the silent question he's trying to ask – of whether or not Johnathan is mine. I don't mind giving them the answer. Giving a smile, he handed me the necklace.

"Have a nice day"

"You too" pushing Johnathan out of the store we made our way back home.