Loving Marianna

Chapter Seventy- Four

"доброе утро красавица." (Goodmorning morning beautiful in Russian.) Natasha peppers kisses on my face stroking my hair gently waking me up. I slowly peel my eyes open and smile when I see her beautiful sleepy face.

"доброе утро солнце моей жизни" I whisper with my dry croaky voice from crying all night. Her eyes pop open and she smiles.

"When did you learn Russian?"

"I spend a lot of time around you and Bucky and catch on to things quickly. Especially languages." She smiles running her warm hand down my back.

"Where are the others?" I ask looking around sad they're not next to me.

"They thought they should give us a bit to talk." I look at her with furrowed brows confused.

"Shouldn't we all talk?"

"Yes, but we thought you might want to talk to someone who could.. relate in a way."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"But it is different.." I say quietly not wanting to put salt in a wound I know is painful already.

"It is, it is." She says softly pulling me to her.

"I will never have a biological child , there is still a chance you can." She smiles sadly. I softly kiss her and she nuzzles into my neck when we separate.

"A-and if I can't there's other ways." I croak out throat tight trying to hold back my tears.

"I hate him." I cling to Natasha tears spilling over now.

"I'm sick of him still winning. Still taking from me."

She pulls me closer to her squeezing me tightly.

Eventually my other mates slowly make their way into the room not wanting to intrude.

They surround me with love and affection.

"If it comes down to it I'll carry every child." Wanda laughs through tears.

"I won't carry every child like Ms. Eager over here, but one or two sound nice."

I lean over the mass of bodies to them and give them each a kiss.

"We'll figure this out, together." T'challa smiles sitting up.

"When you left the doctor did say there was surgical options to try and repair the damage done, but it could cause more damage if it doesn't work." Clint says sadly.

"Then we wait and not risk it. Cause with my luck more damage will occur."

"Whatever you want to do we'll be right there supporting you." Peter (P) says sweetly extending his arm to grasp my hand.

And his words rang true. Over the next few weeks they have been unending support. Especially when I got pregnant and lost the baby 2 days later. We tried to not get our hopes up when we found out but how can you not?

The sound of my phone ringing snaps me out of my thoughts and I realize I'm at the beach. I blink confused.

"When the fuck did I get here?" I talk to myself pulling out my phone shivering.