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Anna's Age: 7 months old

It was Steve's first long mission since Natasha and Anna had been rescued from the Red Room. He was to be in Eastern Europe with Clint and Maria for 3 weeks, minimal contact. Natasha sighed, she missed going on missions.

"Can't I just go with them for a few days? Just a stake-out, or one fight. Then I'll be back here in no time." She practically begged.

"Agent Romanov." Director Fury said sternly. "You were MIA for 6 months, I'm net sending you out right away-"

"Sir, it's been almost 5 months since I was rescued!"

"Romanov, I'm not risking one of my top agents so quickly. Barton, Hill and Rogers can handle this on their own." Fury watched her for a moment, his demeanor softened. "Natasha, go home. Take care of that little baby girl of yours. You'll regret missing times like this when she's older."

Natasha watched Anna play with one of her baby toys, she smiled. "Hey Little Elephant." She said sitting on the floor next to her daughter. The nickname "Little Elephant" was coined after Steve and Natasha noticed Anna's oxygen mask stuck out similarly to an elephant's trunk.

Anna looked up at Natasha and smiled, giggling. She lifted one of her stuffed animals high above her head and tossed it across the room, Natasha watched it roll underneath the couch. Anna frowned.

"Where'd it go?" Natasha asked smiling "Where'd your doggy go?" Anna continued to frown at her mother. She let out an annoyed cry and scrunched her nose. "Oh Anna!". After 5 months of taking care of Anna, she was quick to no when the young girl was upset. She had the girl pick up in her arms before the first tears even fell. "Shhhhh, it's okay." She stood up and began bobbing her daughter up and down in her arms. "Hey, it's okay. Anna," Natasha continued to comfort her daughter, hoping she'd stop crying soon.

Much to Natasha's typical luck, Anna did not stop crying. For four. And a half. Hours.

Finally when Anna's wails came to an end it was time for dinner. Natasha put Anna in her high chair and placed a bottle of formula on the table in front of her daughter. She grabbed a jar of mashed banana baby food out of the cabinet.

"Alright, so far you've hated peas, carrots, ham, been horribly allergic to corn and full on refused pears. I swear if you reject this I'm emptying my pistol magazines into that wall." She scooped a baby spoon full of the food and held it out to Anna. The baby eyed it before slowly opening her small mouth. Natasha ever so carefully guided the spoon towards her daughter and smiled widely when Anna's mouth closed around the spoon. She swallowed, a good sign, before patting her hands on the table of the high chair, smiling. Natasha laughed, smiling. "I really hope that means you like it." She did. Anna ended up eating the rest of the food Natasha gave her, hardly spitting any of it out. Natasha excitingly grabbed for her phone, entering the number quickly.

"Captain Rogers."

"I did it Steve!" Natasha said, barely containing her excitement.

"Who is- wait… Nat is this you?"

"No Rogers, it's Director Fury. I need you to do more bullshit for me even though I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself or not at all."

"Hey Nat." Steve said laughing under his breath.

"Where are you guys?"

"A little hotel in Moldova. Clint and Maria are posing as a couple on vacations. They're watching a possible terrorist treat in some café down the street. I'm in the hotel room we've holed ourselves up in processing a report. Glad you called; I'm bored out of my mind."

"Well I'm taking care of a 7 month old on my own. I swear to god, you're not allowed to die until she's at least old enough for pre-school. I can't handle full time single parenting." She joked.

"Okay, no dying until she's in pre-school. Got it. What did you 'do' by the way?"

"Oh yeah! I found a baby food she likes!" She watched Anna drink some formula from her bottle.

"Seriously? That's great!" After many stressful attempts at getting Anna to eat, this was a total relief. She heard him opening what sounded like curtains, the close them again. "Hey Nat I gotta go, I can see Clint and Maria are headed back… he's in pretty bad shape."

"Is he-" Steve hung up. Natasha sighed and turned back towards Anna. "Anna?!" In a matter of seconds the baby had managed to get formula all over herself. She pulled her messy daughter out of the highchair and kissed her pudgy formula covered cheek. "You silly girl." She said, carrying her off towards the bathroom.

Natasha had learned from her mistakes in the past. Baths with Anna usually ended with half of the water in the tub, and half of in all over Natasha. She took of Anna's baby clothes and put her daughter into her bath seat. Natasha checked the temperature of the water for the 100000th time before she began to run baby shampoo through Anna's blonde hair. Anna's hands shot up and met Natasha's in a mess of hair and soapy suds. "What're you doing?" Natasha asked sweetly. Anna flicked her soap covered hands towards Natasha, splattering her face in soap. "Ah. That's what you're doing…"

After Natasha was finished washing Anna up she watched her daughter play with a few bath toys. The young girl reached forwards and grabbed some rainbow colored foam letters. She slapped them against the wall and turned towards her mother smiling, as if waiting for approval.

Natasha smiled and ruffled her daughter's wet hair. Anna grabbed the letters of the wall and held them out to Natasha, who smiled and said "No thank you." Anna was clearly not in the mood for that, threw the letters right at Natasha, getting her covered in soap and water.

"Great… now I need a bath."

3 Weeks Later

Steve quietly dropped his shield next the front door, along with his bag and jacket. It was late, two, three AM? He poured himself a glass of water and gently opened the door to him and Natasha's bedroom. She was nowhere to be seen, the bed was still made. He frowned. Peaking his head into Anna's nursery just down the hall he smiled. Natasha was curled up in the rocking chair, a children's book loosely held in her hands. Anna lay sleeping soundly in her crib. Steve crept towards the two. He gently leaned into the crib and laid a soft kiss to Anna's forehead. Then, as if defusing a bomb, he slowly took the book from Natasha's hands and placed it on the floor, not wanting to wake her. He gingerly slid one arm underneath the spy's legs, the other around her shoulders.

"Goodnight Anna." He whispered on his way out of the nursery, as he carried a sleeping Natasha 'bridal style' into their bedroom.

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