The day started like any other. Steve woke up in his bed, next to naasa, who was still sleeping. However, it would never be the same. 9 months earlier, Steve Had asked Natasha if she wanted to have a baby. She answered yes, and so there she was, pregnant. All the other avengers had been extremely happy for them, with not even a slight tinge of jealousy in their voice. They were genuinely happy. That day, however, would become the most important in steve's life.
(about a month later, in avengers HQ.)
James Rogers, the newborn baby, cried in his crib. Steve had chosen the name because of the name of his long lost partner. Everyone had loved him as soon as he came back from the hospital. He was a strong, healthy boy, inheriting the bright red hair from his mother and the ocean blue eyes from his father. No one argued that he was the perfect little boy. However, as his mother and father were out fighting ultron, a few avengers, including falcon, had stayed behind to babysit. Suddenly, out of nowhere, The alarm burst red. Falcon got up quickly, put on his suit, and flew to the entrance. As soon as he saw it was Steve, he relaxed. He flew up and landed next to him, when he noticed that he was holding someone up. It was Natasha, who had seemingly passed out and was barely breathing.
"What happened, man?" said Sam.
"He-" coughed steve, "he was too strong. We couldn't beat him."
"What?" replied sam ' where's Tony? Bruce? Thor?"
"Except for Thor, they're-, They're dead."
Sam looked down and covered his mouth.