One Too Many Covers

Chapter Two

I was on a roll today, so here ya go! I've got the next chapter for you. Now, I should really go work on that project I've been procrastinating on for the last like 4 hours. Hahah..

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Natasha was going on 6 months and she'd slipped into a depressed state having been on her own for so long in this situation. She stood on the balcony that she entered from doors in the living room. The balcony stretched out and would've been a regular ground floor patio if it hadn't been on the cliff.

The largely pregnant woman stood at the metal railing, looking out at the sea with eyes that had softened over the last few months. "Your father is a great hero." She whispered, running her hands over her swollen belly, the silky fabric of her nightgown shifting about with the movements. "But sadly... I'm not, love." She glanced down and her thumb brushed over her protruding bellybutton. Recently, she'd begun to feel the child move within her and it made her heart speed up with excitement.

She felt so alone but not at those special moments. They assured her she wouldn't be alone for much longer. The sun was setting on the sparkling waters of the Mediterranean and she curled her fingers around the railing, sighing gently and wishing fiercely that Steve could've been there standing with her.

But no, she wouldn't risk his security. Natasha pulled away from the railing and walked into the house quietly, shutting the double doors behind her with a soft click. Her phone was buzzing on the counter and she raised an eyebrow, picking it up quickly once she got there.

"Who's this?" She asked skeptically as she accepted the call. There was a low chuckle from the other end of the line and her tensed muscles relaxed slowly at the familiar voice.

"Natasha.. you didn't look at the caller ID? How unprofessional." The king teased her softly and she narrowed her eyes a little with a smile.

"Don't make fun of me, T'Challa. It was an unknown number." She pressed a hand to her hip and slowly made her way to one of her couches. He laughed once again, his voice sounding echoey like he was in a spacious room.

"Ah, Ms. Romanoff you are too fun to lightly mess with," He sighed and she could hear the small smile in his voice.

She rolled her eyes and clutched the phone tighter, sinking into the cushions. "Something you needed? Why're you calling me?" She hummed.

He cleared his throat and then hummed as well. "Checking in to make sure you were okay.." He responded. "Your messages from last night caused me to get a feeling a distress from you."

She opened her mouth in a soundless 'ah' and bit her lip. "Yes.. sorry. Please ignore it, I was very tired." She murmured and there was a shifting sound from T'Challa's end.

"Natasha.. is there something you're not telling me?" He asked after a while and she snorted loudly.

"Many things, your Highness. I'm a spy." She retorted, gaining a exasperated sounding sigh from the man as she obviously danced around the topic.

"You know what I mean." He muttered and she got a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew she was about to tell him but she didn't know how the man would react.

Natasha stood up and walked into her kitchen, pacing a little as she searched for a lighter. She just listened to his even, gentle breathing as he patiently waited for her reply. As her fingers clasped the lighter, she moved to light the scented candle that sat on the countertop. Now or never, Nat..

"I... Well. I found out I am pregnant." The ex-assassin soon replied and there was a sharp intake of breath from T'Challa. "But no need to worry about me. I'm fine all by.... All by myself."