Decorum (HEAVY EDITING)

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When I said those words, Winter went white and sat back down. I glared at him. "What does it mean? Am I sick with something? Cause I can not be pregnant Win. I'm a guy!" I said as I I shook in my spot, not even daring to sit down or else I'd be stuck in place with shock. There has to be something else, anything else.

Winters lips turned thin as he looked at me. His face paler then I've ever seen, his eyes like a wall of nothingness to read from. His posture stiff and unrelenting as he just sat there.

"Now is not the time to be quiet Winter! You tell me exactly what this means and why, right now." I said as I stared down at him, throwing the tests on the table as I folded my arms against my chest. I was not going to be patient this time. He needed to stop with the secrets and just tell me. Especially when it's something important in my life.

"You should get dressed first, you'll catch a cold." He says after a second, a moment to long.

"Winter..." I grounded out as I gave him my best glare. "What are you not telling me?"

He freezes up a bit more if possible, as he stared at the table now, not meeting my eyes. Then he sighs. "Your exactly what they say, pregnant. Your pregnant Percy." He looks up at me dead serious.

I nearly flipped then and there but I somehow stayed quiet and collected. "I'm a guy."

"But you are pregnant." He says, still serious.

"I'm losing my patience Winter, I can't be. I don't have those parts." I told him looking him straight in his eyes with my own sea foam green that I bet were swirling with controlled fury at the notion.

"You mean, didn't, you didn't have them before Hydra." He kept his stare unwavering, as if waiting for me to explode.

Looking away I tried to think, but it wasn't making any sense. "I still don't get it...they did something....the stitches on my lower stomach...they gave me a girls...but..." The anger that was building suddenly left. My stomach once feeling like hot coals now cold and nausea set in.

He sighed as he ran a hand through his long black hair. "No it was yours. In a way. They used something classified that then went missing. Then dna from the last doctors appointment you had, and created a uterus with materials I have no knowledge of. They did some engineering to make the eggs as you healed. So it's all yours. Just with something unknown to make it work. They had tried this on many others before you to make sure it worked. Yours is the first to become a success. They made sure yours was a success. Percy, you're going to be fine. They made sure to make this safe for you." He tried to calm me as I started to panic.

"I can't...I can't...I'm...I shouldn't..." I took a deep breath and looked at Winter, making him wince. "Why me?"

"Powerful, through genetics. Your father. They thought they could replicate it, but half your dna is...well it's not there as it should be. They couldn't grab anything from it. So next possible things, get you to get someone pregnant. But they got greedy. What if a Demi-god, and a super serum soldier bred? Not just any Demi-god either. The best. And since they don't like the captain. Then I was next best. A success. Put us together to make-" I cut him off.

"A weapon....hopefully weapons." I said as I looked down at my scared stomach. "Makes sense...."

"Percy...I'm sorry." Winter said softly looking at his own hands.

"I'm going to bed." I get up and head toward the room, before turning and looking at the dejected soldier. "And I've forgiven you a long time ago."

With that, our night ended.

*****

Couple weeks later, the nausea was worse, and we were in Bolivia now. Winter was remembering a lot more now, and I had figured out how to heal him in my own way. I used water to help, it was only physically, but it seemed to help. A lot more then Advil would. Or could.

I was in the broken down apartment on my own as I read from a book that Win had gotten me, considering I had dyslexia then it was hard to read-so I wasn't all that bored, but the book itself was somewhat boring enough to make me sleepy. So I took naps in between chapters. I loved it when Win would read it to me though. He made it more then boring, better and it soothes me to sleep.

With the nausea worse, my sleep had gotten worse so it was now a norm for him to read me to sleep. He'd do anything to help me sleep, to help me in general. He still held his guilt strong. Even if it wasn't as pronounced as before.

A knock was at the door, I walked over and peeked through to watch as a man sniffed his armpit only to make a face. I laughed but put a hand over my mouth to stop. It was funny, what could I say?

I opened the door and smiled at the blonde male before me. "Can I help you?" I asked him.

He seemed to have stopped what he was doing to at least look embarrassed. "Uh yeah, I'm staying next door for awhile and just wanted to ask if you wanted to have some curry I was making."

When my stomach seemed to growl, like it hadn't done since the nausea I nearly nodded, before stopping myself. "I don't know..." I said as I tried to think for a moment. It could be a trap.

"I have juice?" He said with a laugh.

When my stomach gurgled again I shrugged. "I'll be right over. Let me just get the cookies I made to at least." I told him and he nodded as I walked away, writing a quick note and leaving it on the fridge before walking out with said cookies.

"So, I'm Clint. You are?"