Post Civil War. The avengers are broken up, Tony's alone with his own problems when Natasha returns. Facing her demons and trying to come to terms with her role in the Avengers internal fight, Natasha comes to rely on Tony to help keep her memories...
"Ok. I've got the results right here. Would you like to know the sex?", the doctor asks.
"You wanna know?", she asks Tony.
"It's your choice. I'm just a little anxious but excited for whatever our child."
"I wanna know."
"It's a boy."
Tony standing slightly behind Natasha softly smiles. "A boy", he thinks, "I'm a father."
Natasha noticing a quiet presence looks at Tony. He's smiling.
She grabs his hand. "You're a dad Tony."
Back in their quarters
Tony is cooking on the stove humming along to the radio with Tasha setting the table out on the balcony.
Tony, normally being a little cocky and arrogant is unusually quiet. Natasha picking up on this makes no mention. He'll tell her when he's ready.
Setting the plates on the table he walks over and pulls out her chair like a gentleman.
Cracking open his beer and takes a long drink from it to calm his nerves.
"How do you like the steak?", he asks.
"It's nice. Has a lot of flavor."
"It's my moms old recipe. Her mom taught it to her and then she taught me."
"She taught you well."
"Yeah. Yeah she did."
"You're quiet Tony. Really quiet."
"I figured you would notice that."
"Is something wrong?"
"No nothings wrong. A little nervous but I'm fine."
"Nervous about what?"
"This."
He stand up and walks over to her. Grabbing her hand he picks her up and jumps off the balcony. Landing on his feet he walks through the woods to a tree. He decorated it early in the morning while she was till sleeping.
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Setting her down, he lets her walk underneath the tree. Coming up behind her, he turns her around face him.
Dropping to one knee, he pulls out a small box and opens it. The ring gleams in the light from the candles.
Taking a deep breath he closes his eyes and looks down. Letting the breath out he looks up at her.
"You've always been there for me even when I was less then impressive. I was scared that day I almost died in the wormhole. I thought I would never see you again. Little did I know fate would intervene and bring you to me. You took my secret and didn't tell anyone. I thought you would've thought of me a crazy or insane. I was terrified that you would hate me after if you believed me. When you agreed to go on a date with me I was excited and scared. I knew that this was my chance but also that if I screwed up that was it. And now look at us. Took and chance and here were are with a kid on the way. So what I'm trying to say, no ask is will you marry me?
Tears running down her eyes at his version of a proposal she answers his question. "Yes I will marry you."
As he slides the ring on her finger, she leans down and kisses him.
"I love you Anthony Edward Stark."
"I love you Natasha Alianovna Romanoff Stark."
Pulling him up she hugs him tightly and he kisses her.
As he kisses her he knows that he'll fight for her and their child to give them a better life. No more tears, no more crying, just laughter.
