(steve's pov)
one week later
It's been a week since Nat and I talked. I miss my best friend. I should've never said all those things. I should've shoved it all down, and told her we should forget it happened. It could be a funny story for parties, but no. I had to throw all my feeling in her face. When I do see her now it's almost always while training, or in the kitchen. We only ever smile at each other. No words. I'm miserable without her. I even feel like it's all my fault. I asked her to stay to get to know me, so I could get to know her. Was she scared? Is that why she was weird at the party for the .5 seconds we were sober? I wanna talk to her. I just don't know how.
two weeks later
It's now been two weeks since Nat and I have spoken, but the small moments of smiles have begun to end. When I see her she leaves the room. Every once in awhile when she can't avoid confrontation she'll smile or say hi back, but today I added in a few more words; tried to start a conversation as I walked into the kitchen.
"Hey."
She barely looked up from her food, "Hey."
"So...how's it going?" I asked hesitantly.
"Uhm fine." she responded still not looking up.
"Good." I said trying to get her to notice me.
She started to eat slower, then put her plate in the sink.
"You sure you're alright?" I asked as she passed me brushing my shoulder unintentionally, but it made us both stop and look at each other.
"Yeah. Promise." she said in a mellow voice.
"Ok just making sure. You know you can tell me anything if you're not, ok?" I replied seeing worry and fear in her eyes for some reason.
"I know Steve." she said smiling then continued down the hall.
(natasha's pov)
2 hours before conversation with Steve
I've been feeling...weird for the past few weeks. Not sick. Just weird. Maybe it's just me stressing over what I want to do with Steve, but I decided to go see the doctor at the compound today. Make sure I wasn't getting something.
"Good afternoon Natasha."
"Hi Dr. Grey." I replied.
"So what brings you here?" she replied reading my chart.
"Uhm I actually don't know I've just been feeling weird lately; just wanted to make sure I wasn't catching anything."
"Ok uhm we can take some blood, run some tests, but do you have any actual symptoms, so we know what to test for? It'd be helpful." she replied.
"Uhm I don't know I've been kinda nauseous, sore in my chest, tired." I tried to give her details.
(Dr. Grey's pov)
"Uhm I don't I've been kinda nauseous, sore in my chest, tired." she responded.
I was only going to test for one thing since she described feeling "weird" not sick, but I wasn't going to tell her what I suspected. Since in her chart it states it's impossible. I'm not telling her until I'm sure, but I have to make up something.
"Ok we can test you for the flu. You could be in the early stages of it." I lied.
"Ok, sounds great."
"Let me just take some blood, and I'll be back in 30 minutes if you would like to wait."
"No where else to go." she replied.
I went to the lab and ran the test, not for the flu, but a pregnancy test. We were never given enough information on how the red room sterilized it's members to know how effective it was, but it's supposed to be efficient. The test only takes about 3 minutes, but the flu one takes longer, so I didn't want her getting suspicious.
3 minutes later
I had arrived back at the lab.
"Jane Doe." I told the window worker.
No need to spread any news.
I was reading the results and all of them were positive. Crap. How am I supposed to go tell a presumably sterile woman that she's pregnant, and not just any sterile woman, Natasha Romanoff, the avenger.
I take a deep breath as I walk back into her room. She's standing looking at the posters on the walls.
"So do I have the flu?" she asked.
"You might want to sit down." I told her calmly.
(Nat's pov)
"You might want to sit down." she calmly told me.
However, it only worried me.
"What? Is everything ok?" I asked worriedly sitting down.
"You're healthy." she said.
"Then why am I sitting down?" I asked.
"You're healthy...but you're also pregnant. It's protocol to say congratulations, but I don't know if it is in this particular situation..." she said.
My ear had to be deceiving me. It's impossible. I'm sterile. The red room basically dewomanized me.
"Uhm...what?" I said watery eyes and in a low voice.
"You're pregnant."she repeated.
"That's not possible." is all I was able to spit out. This is impossible I couldn't be. It is impossible. Was impossible?
(narrator)
To break the silence Dr. Grey decided to inform Nat of everything she needed to know.
"Uhm you're only 4 weeks, not far along at all. I'm surprised you noticed this early."
Nat cleared her throat, still looking down, and looked quite ghost like.
"Are you ok? Can I get you anything? Have you thought about your options? Do you know them?"
Natasha's head shot up for the first time fully alert since she was told; revealing her swollen and teary eyes.
"No, no I-." the doctor cut her off.
"Natasha you don't have to decide right now this is a lot to take in. This is big. Just take your time. Think about it, and come back sometime this week, ok?"
Nat looked down again, "Yeah, ok." she said swallowing then walking away.
kitchen
This is impossible. It's not possible, but I was hungry for the first time in what seemed like forever, so I made some pasta to try and take my mind off of this again impossible thing. I just stood there eating slowly trying to process what was happening. I'm Natasha Romanoff. A trained killer. Not some small town mother. I can't even get pre- pregnant. Apparently that last one is a lie because here I am.
They have to be wrong. Right?
As I was thinking the one person in the world I couldn't look at right now walked in.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey." I replied not looking up from my food.
"So...how's it going?" he asked trying to start a conversation, which I was in no mood for.
"Uhm fine." I said still not looking up at him.
"Good." he gingerly said back.
I slowed down and put my plate in the sink and started walking out, and accidentally brushed his shoulder and we made eye contact as he started to talk again.
"You sure you're alright?" he asked me with wide eyes.
Damnit.
"Yeah. Promise." I said trying to give him a convincing, reassuring smile.
"Ok just making sure. You know you can tell me anything if you're not, ok?" he replied with almost the most perfect answer.
It took all of me not to cry into his arms and tell him everything. About how I loved him too, how I wish I remembered our night, this morning, and me being impossibly pre- pregnant with
our baby.
Damnit.
However, all I said was the only thing that wasn't a lie that I could tell him, "I know Steve."
