"How about… Ruth?" Steve asked folding a t-shirt and placing it onto the bed.

"Ruth? Do you want her to get punched?" Natasha laughed, raising an eyebrow. She was sitting, leaned against the bed's headboard. She pulled another piece of clean clothing out of the hamper beside her and started to fold it.

"What's wrong with Ruth?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's an old lady's name."

"It isn't for me."

"Well everyone I know named Ruth is at least 70 so that's a no." Natasha said shaking her head.

Natasha smiled, sliding of the bed as the phone rang in the living room.

"I've got it." Steve hurried towards the door.

"What's wrong with me getting it?" Natasha put her hands on her hips. "I'm 4 and a half months pregnant, Rogers that doesn't impair me from being able to answer the phone."

"I'm still getting it." Steve said as he hurried to answer the call. Natasha laid down on the bed, placing her hand over her stomach. It was definitely getting harder to hide it now, not that she really wanted to at this point.

"That was Sam and Clint. Remind me I owe them both a beer." Steve came back into the room a few minutes later.

"Okay. Why?" Natasha sat up, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't wanna know." Steve chuckled, sitting down beside her. "Okay, back to names."

"I like the name Maggie." Natasha said, looking down at her stomach.

"Maggie… That's cute, let's keep that one in mind."

"Alright… how about Jordan?"

"Jordon Rogers-Romanoff. Bit of a mouthful. What about-"

"How come your name gets to come first?" Natasha frowned.

"It's alphabetical." Steve said matter of factly.

"Both our names start with R."

"Not the R-"

"And then an O-"

"But G comes before M therefore, Rogers-Romanoff."

"But having the S in the middle sounds weird. Rogersssss-Romanoff." Natasha said, hissing like a snake.

"But Romanoff has too many syllables to come fir-"

"Excuse me? Too many what?" Natasha raised her voice slightly.

"Nothing." Steve said quickly. Natasha lightly punched Steve's shoulder.

"I'm kidding, Steve." She smirked.

"Hmm." Steve wrapped his arm around Natasha's shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple. She sighed happily, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"In all seriousness though, my name comes first."

"But-"

"I'm carrying the sea monkey for 9 months. My. Name. First."

"Fiiiiiine." Steve flopped down onto his back in defeat.

"Hey, I noticed something." Natasha said, looking across Steve's small diner table.

"Yeah, I noticed it too." Steve said, taking a bite of pasta. "This needs more salt."

"True, but I was talking about the whole baby name thing. You've only been saying girl names."

"That because our baby is a girl. I know she is." Steve said confidently.

"Nope. Boy." Natasha shook her head.

"How do you know?"

"I'm getting a very boyish vibe." Natasha patted her stomach softly.

"Well, you have faith in your 'vibe' and I'll have faith in what I know is true. We're having a girl." Steve smiled smugly.

"I'd ask if you want a bet but I know all about that bet with Stark."

"You're never gonna let that go are you?

"Nope." Natasha smirked, scrunching up her nose.

"Ashley?"

"Boring."

"Charlotte?"

"You're sure you, The Black Widow, want a daughter named after a spider?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Point taken. Tori?"

"Too close to Tony."

"Oh. Yeah… Let's ignore anything starting with a T."

"Hey!" Tony frowned, walking into the common room, Thor and Pepper following behind him.

"Back on Asguard it was considered a great honor to name a child after teammate." Thor said, sitting down beside Steve and Natasha on the couch.

"Exactly! So I think Tony is perfectly honorable name." Tony said, bowing not so gracefully.

"Yeah. Okay." Natasha rolled her eyes.

"That's it, Rogers." Natasha sat down on Steve's lap. "I don't care about your bet. We've got to come up with boy names."

"Alright." Steve turned the tv off. "Boy names… Well Jordan's out of the question-"

"100%" Natasha nodded. "How about, Joseph? That was your dad's name right?"

"Yeah… I don't know. I didn't really know him that well. What about Benjamin?"

"Nah. Andrew?"

"Hmm… Nice name but I don't know…" Steve shrugged. "What about, James?"

"James? As in 'Bucky', James?" Natasha turned, clearly shocked.

"Well… yeah. I mean, it's kind of dumb calling my kid, 'Bucky' when it was really just a nickname. And I know he was important to you way back when."

"James Romanoff-Rogers." Natasha said, nodding slightly. "I like it."

"James it is." Steve smiled. "If it's a boy. Which she's not."

"It's so a boy, Steve. You're just in denial."

"Sure. I'm in denial." Steve shook his head, smirking.

"Hey. When's your Tunisia mission?"

"Technically we're investigating a boat, not Tunisia but I leave next week."

"Hmm." Natasha leaned against his shoulder, letting her nose brush against his neck. "Promise you'll come home soon?"

"Promise."

"What about Rebecca?" Natasha's crackled in Steve's ear as he punched the HYDRA soldier in the stomach.

"What?" Steve said into his com, pushing the soldier off the ship and into the water below. "Nat, is that you? Where are you?"

"Fury's office." Natasha said coolly. "Convinced him to let me in here so we could chat. Now back to names."

"Now's not really the time." Steve took cover behind a car as bullets rained down over him.

"I think Rebecca's a pretty name. But then she'd have the triple R thing going on and I'm worried somebody'll just end up calling her 'Rrr'."

"Nobody's gonna call her 'Rrr', Natasha." Steve said throwing his shield at the gunman, knocking him out. He ran forward towards where his shield had landed.

"Okay… Carly?"

"No."

"Emma?"

"No."

"Alex?"

"No."

"Duchess?"

"Duchess?" Steve said grabbing his shield as he more men ran onto the deck from the inside of the ship. "Have you lost your mind."

"Just making sure you're actually listening." Natasha said back.

"It's like I can hear you smirking." Steve rolled his eyes. He blocked gunfire with the shield rushing towards the group of soldiers. He tackled one before swinging his leg, knocking the next one to the ground.

"Caitlin?"

"Natasha, I really can't talk right now." Steve stood up, slamming his shield into one of the men's face.

"You're the best multitasker I know." Natasha said smoothly. She chuckled. "It's come in handy in the past."

"If you're bringing up sex now I swear to-" He stopped when a soldier grabbed his arm, forcing Steve over the railing. He grabbed the bar, struggling to keep hold while his feet dangled.

"You swear to what?" Natasha laughed slightly. Steve pulled himself back onto the deck, punching the man who pushed him. "Steve?" Natasha said growing confused.

Two soldiers grabbed Steve's arms, forcing him to stay in place as the last soldier slammed the butt of his gun into Steve's forehead. Steve's legs gave out and the soldiers threw him to the ground.

"Steve? Can you hear me?" Natasha's voice changed from confusion to concern. Steve grabbed one of the soldiers and pulled him onto the ground, slamming his head onto the floor. The last two soldiers pointed their guns at him but he rolled out of the way, grabbing the unconscious soldier's gun. He shot them both in the knees, sending them onto the floor.

"Steve? Steve, are you there?" Natasha's voice was frantic at this point.

"I'm here, Nat." Steve stood up slowly. Natasha sighed.

"Don't you dare scare me like that again, Rogers." Natasha said, her voice a mixture of anger and relief. Steve grinned slightly when he saw the SHIELD helicopters flying towards the ship.

"Yes, M'am." He leaned back against the railing, holding a hand to his bleeding forehead.

"…So what about Caitlin?" Natasha said quietly.

"Are you kidding me? You're still asking me about names?"

"I'm bored out of my mind here, Steve. What else am I supposed to do?" Natasha shot back.

"Can't it wait until I get home?" Steve groaned.

"No. What are you too busy?"

"Clearly yes! Natasha, I am standing on a… nuclear warhead filled ship in the middle of the Mediterranean! So yeah, I think I'm a little busy!"

"Huh… 'On a'." Natasha said softly.

"What?" Steve frowned. "On a?"

"Not 'On a'. 'Anna'. The name."

"Anna?" Steve stood up straight, nodding slightly. "You took… a possibly name for our baby… from my shouting?"

"…Yeah." Natasha answered quietly.

"Hmm. Creative." Steve shrugged. "So that's her name? Anna."

"I like it" Natasha said, smiling.

"…Anastasia Romanoff-Rogers. I like it too-"

"Whoa. No one said anything about 'Anastasia'."

"What? I think it's pretty."

"Yeah. We'll talk about it."

Natasha gasped for air, her eyes squeezed closed. They opened quickly when the sound of a baby crying filled the makeshift hospital room. She looked up, pushing a strand of sweat coated hair out of her eyes. The doctor held the crying baby in his arms, speaking quietly to one of the two nurses standing beside him.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Natasha asked, completely out of breath. The medical staff stared at his like she had a third eye. "Tell me. Now." She glared. One of the nurses looked at the armed guard in the corner before clearing her throat.

"It's a girl, Ms. Romanoff." The nurse said hesitantly.

"…A girl…" Natasha stared at the tiny squirming baby swaddled in the doctor's arms. "…A baby girl…"

"The boss wants the baby delivered to the exam room. Now." The guard ordered. The doctor stepped towards the door.

"Let me hold her." Natasha said quickly, trying to sit up. "I'm her mother, just let me have this. Let me hold her."

"Sir?" The doctor asked the guard. The guard glared shaking his head.

"Just a few minutes. I need this. Let me hold her. Let me hold my daughter." Natasha pleaded, not caring how desperate she sounded. "Please."

"Alright that's enough." The guard marched towards the doctor. The baby cried as the guard grabbed her from the doctor's arms. He marched towards the door as she continued to scream.

"No… No!" Natasha shouted. "Bring her back! Please! You can't take her! Bring her back!"

"Give the woman something to sedate her." The guard grumbled opening the door roughly, slamming the door behind him.

"Fuck you!" Natasha screamed, throwing her pillow at the door. She collapsed onto the bed in pain, clutching her stomach. She could faintly hear the baby crying down the hall. "I'm sorry…" She whispered as the doctors injected her with a sedative. "…I'm so sorry, Anna."

Man… I wanted this to be a cute chapter about Steve and Natasha thinking of baby names… No idea what happened with the ending.

I'm gonna start writing a few more of these Young Anna chapters to get me back into writing Anna's Life cause I've seriously had crazy writer's block the past couple days.

I do want to write a chapter about Anna and Thor doing something but I have no idea what to write! I'd love to get some ideas from you guys :)