Special Touch Part: Three

Chapter Ate

"I'm making pancakes!" You shouted happily from across the kitchen, out of view of your assassin who sat through your computer screen on the counter in her hotel room a thousand miles away from you.

"Want to put some fruit on top of that?" She cocked an eyebrow and you groaned.

"Don't poke the bear, Nat, don't poke it." You warned jokingly, pointing a finger at her with an accusatory squint, and she laughed.

"Fine, fine," She put her hands up in surrender, "Maybe after just have a green-"

"I'll put bananas and strawberries on them," You cut her off, "I just really hate those smoothies."

"But you don't even taste the greens!" She chuckled, shaking her head at your stubbornness.

"Yeah, but the sight is just unappetizing." You shook your head with a scrunched face and her smile was bright through the screen, her green eyes sparkling as they held your gaze.

"I miss you so much, baby." She admitted quietly, almost as if it was more of a thought that had tumbled out accidentally.

"I miss you too," You sighed, pausing the stirring you had been doing, and giving her a sad smile, "But who else is badass enough to take down whatever you're up against?"

"It's going to be a few more days." She told you regretfully, looking away.

"Nat, I'm fine, I promise."

"She said she was fine!" Sam shouted in a panic, bringing you into the medical room where Bruce almost left to get you after he had texted him.

"Lay her here and call Strange and Maximoff," Banner told him firmly, but Sam was frozen in fear, looking at your body as you lay unconscious, the same body that was now glowing a light golden tinge, "Sam! Go now!"

That seemed to snap him back into it and he went off to find Maximoff before attempting to find the sorcerer. He called Natasha on the way and she didn't hesitate to leave that meeting without explanation to run to the med bay.

"Banner, what's happening?" She demanded, glancing from you to the doctor who had instructed Maximoff to get to work so she was hovering her hands over your body as she searched it for injury, "Wanda, give me something!"

She was desperately pleading, the idea of losing her world right in front of her as she stood by helplessly was killing her, and even though she always tried to steel her emotions, you were someone who, when put in danger, threw all that out the window.

"It's..." Wanda trailed off, her attention snapping to the assassin, "Were you guys trying for a baby?"

"Um," Natasha was caught off guard by the question, nodding before she spoke again, "Yeah, we tried with a few donors, but the doctors said nothing took."

"They were wrong." Banner mumbled, reading the computer's screen as it fed him information.

"Very wrong," Wanda agreed, lowering her hands, "She's...about four months?"

"What?" Natasha's voice came out a strangled whisper, her eyes floating back down to you as they pooled with tears, "She's...she's pregnant?"

She was already sitting next to you, your hand in hers, and tears falling freely down her face by the time Banner told her this was a normal reaction with your powers. They were adjusting to the speed at which this pregnancy was advancing, and he wasn't sure if your baby would grow just as fast after being born or not. It was all new and even though it was obviously a concern, it was something everyone would have to deal with when the time came.

The moment you said that, you pursed your lips and she tilted her head curiously, sensing something was wrong, but Ollie's whine didn't help to soothe her worries.

"Just need the bathroom, be back in a few." You forced a smile as you rushed out the excuse, but you already felt clammy as you didn't wait for her reply, and you sped off to the bathroom.

You shut the door, keeping Ollie out, and then tossed everything you had in you into the toilet. It felt horrible and it was the morning, so you didn't have much to toss in the first place, but you didn't miss the bits of blood in the nasty when you went to flush it down.

You took a few deep breaths, brushed your teeth quickly, rinsed, and then patted your face down with a cool towel before going back out.

You could feel it in the twitch of your hands, the erratic beat of your heart, and the headache pulsing in your skull.

This was going to turn bad and fast.

"Okay, where were we?" You hummed, coming back into view, and then opened the cupboard to fish out a pan, "Ah, yes, pancakes and bacon."

"And fresh fruit," Natasha added, "Is that at least turkey bacon?"

"Yes, Happy said it tastes good – oh! Speaking of!" You remembered when the doorbell went off.

"Who's that?" Natasha asked and you told her as you made your way to the door.

"I invited Happy, Bucky, and Sam over for brunch so we could catch up."

"Nice of you." Natasha mumbled; jealous she couldn't be there too.

"Hey, guys!" You cheered right as you opened the door, but you quickly realized it wasn't them.

"Expecting us?" The one guy smirked, and you went to close the door, but he had his hand up to it, "Ah, ah, ah," He tutted darkly, and gold dust fell from your twitching fingers as they fell to your side, "I think me and my buddy came all this way and you should let us in."

"Y/n, who is it?" You heard Natasha's voice call out and you could tell she was only getting bits and pieces because she didn't sound too worried, but you ignored her.

"Who are you?" You demanded when his eyes trailed down to your middle, licking his lips, and you scrunched your face in disgust as you wrapped your arms around yourself at the action.

"Friends of the father."