A/N: Wow my number of views went skyrocketing! I began publishing last Sunday and I'm already over 1000! Thank you guys so much, it truly makes my day when I see favorites, follows and reviews, so please make my day! I will start with a narration type of POV. Natasha is OOC due to hormones. There is some adult content in this chapter but nothing too graphic.

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Chapter 7: My Perfection

Natasha had taken to sleeping in the same bed as Bruce every other night, or whenever she had felt the need to do so for the past three weeks, starting with the Fourth of July. She loved the feeling of his warm body at night, but sometimes it just got too unbearably hot, and she would sleep in her own bed. Bruce knew and didn't mind that much. He liked it when she was there and missed her when she wasn't.

He also knew how moody even the most level-headed women became when they got pregnant.

Take Jane for example; before she was pregnant with Ed and Liz, she was the sweetest, calmest person you had ever met. Add a pregnancy and a trip to Asgard. She and Thor came across Loki, who decided to play a 'harmless joke' on her. Let's just say that Loki cried after he got his ass handed to him by a 'puny mortal'.

At breakfast that morning, Natasha decided to tell people that Bruce was the father.


Natasha POV

Bruce passed me my towel as I thrust a hand out of the shower to get dried off, stepped out; towel wrapped around my chest with a second one wrapped around my hair. Bruce was shaving and glanced over at me as I emerged. My baby bump was getting bigger every day and I couldn't fit into my normal clothes anymore as the first trimester of my pregnancy was drawing to a close. Bruce looked at my baby bump where our child was growing and I couldn't help but wonder what he thought as he placed a hand on it.

"Bruce?"

"Yes?"

"What do you think the baby will be?"

"Well if it's a girl, she'll be every bit as beautiful as her mother. If it's a boy, I imagine he'll still look like you in some ways and like me in other ways. Either way, they'll have a fighter's instincts, my brains and our combined love."

"Aw Bruce, that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

He smiled and left as I pulled on maternity wear and dried my hair.

We left his room, hand in hand to go to breakfast.

"Bruce?"

"Yes?"

"Would you mind it at all if I told everyone that you were the father?"

He shook his head,

"No I wouldn't mind. They're family, they deserve to know."

Bruce pulled me close and said,

" I've never been happier in my entire life."

He kissed me gently and the elevator doors opened.

"Well", I said, "Guess it's time to face the music."

We all sat down together and ate what Thor liked to call a breakfast for gods. I caught Serena staring at me while I was wolfing down my pancakes and eating almost as much as Thor, who had a bottomless pit for a stomach. I swallowed my food and sipped my tea before asking her,

"Whatcha looking at?"

Serena replied,

"I just watched my best friend out-eat a demigod and then ask me what I was looking at."

"Well I've got to make sure this little baby is well fed."

Then I remembered,

"Oh, uh guys!" I stood up to get more tea and sat down, all eyes on me as I clutched Bruce's hand under the table.

"I got the results of the paternity test back."

"And? Who's the father?", Steve asked.

"Bruce is the father."

The table fell silent and Tony was the first to speak,

"Are you keeping it?"

Bruce said,

"I think Natasha will make an amazing mother and she thinks that I'll be a perfect father. Yes we're keeping it."

Beth started to clap and soon everyone was congratulating us.

Bruce leaned over to me and whispered,

"See, that wasn't so bad."

I glanced over at him,

"I never said it would be, Dr. Banner."


Bruce POV

I went for a walk in Central Park with Natasha that day. We heard children playing with their parents in the fields and I couldn't help but smile that one day I would actually be a father.

Growing up, I didn't have many friends because I was too smart for my own good. My father was an alcoholic that would abuse my mother, my big sister, and I when he would come home from the bar. Every time I went to the park I would think of her and my mother who had died shortly after my father was carted off to prison when I turned seventeen.

"Poor Grace,"

I thought to myself about my big sister who had hung herself when I was twelve,

"She never got a chance to live. She was so smart and I couldn't even save her from jumping out of that tree."

I raised my eyes to the clear blue sky and made a promise to my mom and sister, wherever they were, that I would be the best father I could be.

Natasha and I came across the statue of Balto in the park and strayed off the path to sit on the rock. This area of the park was somewhat more quiet and it gave a stark contrast to the rest of the city. Natasha scooted closer to me and I placed my head on her shoulder. She said,

"Bruce, I don't know if I'm going to be able to do this."

"Do what?"

"Get used to a little being growing inside of me. It's an indescribable feeling, but it worries me at the same time. I hear things from Jane about how painful it was, giving birth to the twins and how after Liz was born, Ed was easy. I'm scared of the pain and I'm afraid of what you'll think of me when I'm all fat and wanting to kick your ass while I'm in labor."

"You're not going to be fat, you're going to glow. I'm going to love you while you're screaming insults and threats at me from the bed in the delivery room." I paused to let this sink in before continuing,

"I'm going to be there with you the whole time because this just isn't your baby alone. A wise and beautiful master assassin once told me, 'It takes two to tango and if anything comes out of this, it'll be both of our faults'. I want to step up and be a good father to this kid because when I was a kid, I didn't have that."

Natasha looked at me and said,

"I'm sorry about that."

I smiled and said,

"It's not your fault, you didn't know."

"But I did know. It's in your file for SHIELD and when I was assigned to go and get you in Calcutta, I had to read your file."

"Okay well that was expected."

I stood and offered her hand up off of the rock.


Natasha POV

We embraced and Bruce knelt down and kissed my baby bump. He seemed to whisper something like,

"I love you…Daddy loves you. Your my perfection.", before standing and kissing me. We held hands and walked the ten blocks back to Stark Tower. I told him what I was craving and it was skittles, so Bruce was kind enough to buy me a bag from a street vendor.

When we got home, we ate dinner (Tony and Pepper made spaghetti). Bruce and I beat everyone in Monopoly and then we retired to Bruce's room.

(A/N: Here is where the adult content is, just in case you don't want to read it.)

When he closed the door behind him, I was overcome with a wave of hormones and pushed him up against the door, French kissing him with a need for intimacy. My fingers were running through his unruly hair, messing it up further as his hands were roving around on my body.

He walked me backwards and sat me down gently on the bed, coming down beside me. I got on top of him as we helped each other shed our clothes. He went to work with his lips on the sensitive part of my neck, his fingers working elsewhere and making me go insane. He rolled me over and got down to business.

He was so well-endowed and had the precision of a master. Soon I was coming undone in his arms, screaming his name into the darkness. It didn't take long before he joined me, and moaned my name in a guttural voice.

(A/N: End of adult scene)

We laid on our backs, catching our breath before he pulled me close to his chest, whispering,

"You are and always will be the love of my life. I love you."

and we were soon fast asleep.

"Mommy! Daddy! Watch this!", a little boy, about four years old, was holding swinging on a swing set. He had reddish brown curly hair, vivid green eyes and Bruce's nose and smile. This was our son, and he had just learned how to swing all by himself.

Bruce was holding my hand and he called out to our son,

"Hey Buddy, don't swing too high, we don't want you to go flying around like Uncle Tony!"

The little boy called out,

"Aw but Daddy, I want to fly like Uncle Tony someday!"

I glanced down and saw a wedding band gracing the fourth finger of my left hand, and a similar band was on Bruce's ring finger. I glanced up just as our son did a backflip off the swing, hitting his head on the patio and causing Bruce to fly out of his seat to help our son, but when he called for mommy, I couldn't move.

All of a sudden, I felt immense pain and woke up, screaming in agony. Bruce woke up as I cried out. He turned on the bedside lamps. Something was wrong because the normally sunny yellow sheets were turning red from my waist down. I felt my body start to go into shock as Bruce told Jarvis to call 911 and let everyone know where I was going.

He pulled on clothes in a hurry, throwing me my bra and shirt and instructing me to wrap the sheet around my waist and he grabbed my panties, shorts and flip flops from the floor.

"Bruce?! What's happening to me?"

"I…something is wrong, this…. This shouldn't be happening, not here, not ever."

He picked up his phone and called Dr. Hiddleston's emergency number the paramedics came running into the room and quickly transferred me to a gurney as my hold on consciousness slipped out of my reach. The last thing I saw before my world went black was Bruce's frantic voice yelling,

"NATASHA!"


Bruce POV

She was slipping out of consciousness, I thought she was going to die. One of the paramedics said,

"Sir, we're going to have to hurry before she loses too much blood, we're going to take her to the nearest hospital. Since this is an emergency, we will have to ask you to hail a cab and come to the emergency room. Does she have ID?"

I grabbed Natasha's purse and pulled her car keys out of the side pocket. I gave the paramedics her purse and said,

"That should have everything you need in it."

They ran out and down the hall to the elevator, taking my blood stained Natasha with them. I ran down twenty four flights of stairs before saying "Fuck it" and riding the handrail down the other twenty some odd floors until I reached the garages. I ran to slot 25 and climbed into her Camaro, the black leather cool to the touch. I had Jarvis open the garage door and soon I was speeding off into the night.

I arrived at the hospital with the others showing up later. I saw Dr. Hiddleston run by in scrubs and he called out to me,

"Dr. Banner! Come with me!"

I ran after him, back into the room where Natasha was. The nurses moved quickly and cleaned her up in a matter of moments, taking away a small red mass in a tray. I stood there as Natasha was given an oxygen mask, as I was told to be patient. Natasha stirred as Dr. Hiddleston washed his hands after discarding the pair of bloody gloves he had.

Natasha woke up and Dr. Hiddleston removed the oxygen mask. She looked around and saw me.

"Bruce! What happened? Why am I in the hospital?"

Dr. Hiddleston cleared his throat and said in a solemn voice,

"This is why I hate my job sometimes, I have to be the bearer of bad news."

I looked up at him and then over at Natasha as she squeezed my hand and asked,

"What's the bad news?" In a small voice.

Dr. Hiddleston said,

"I'm sorry to tell you this Natasha and Bruce, but you've had a miscarriage."

Natasha looked frantic and I felt like the bottom of my stomach dropped out, like the world had been ripped from beneath my feet.

Natasha said,

"B-but that means that…The baby…" She squeezed my hand as tears rolled down her face, "Our baby…"

Dr. Hiddleston said,

"I'm sorry, you lost the baby. Something went terribly wrong and there wasn't anything you could do."

I started to cry as Natasha put a hand where just a few hours before, I had kissed our baby and told Natasha that I would stand by her.

I was wrong, I never got lucky, and now I would never be a father.

Natasha wailed in desolation as the doctor left us to cry.

So much for what should've been 'my perfection'.

Our friends came back and mourned the loss with us, not a single eye was dry.

When we laid the child to rest two days later in a little fenced in corner of the local cemetery, Natasha never left my side. All the agents of SHIELD paid their respects and there was a sea of black in the living area of Stark Tower for a reception.

All of that as a memorial to what should've been my perfection.


A/N: This was a tough chapter to write, I actually cried when I wrote it. I promise that the next chapter will get better. Leave me a review, those make my day.