Steve Rogers thought he was one of the lucky ones but Natasha Romanoff, well, she thought that she was terribly misfortunate and she would love to kick fate's ass. In a world where soulmates are real, unequivocal marks etched on skin signifying an i...
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The waves crashed along the coastline, the setting sun embellishing the sky in a beautiful array of colors. The sand warmed Wanda's bare feet as she walked along the beach, and Bucky strode beside her, a steady, comforting presence that soothed her whirling mind. She squeezed his hand in hers, his fingers between hers like a lifeline that kept her feet on the ground even as the world spun rapidly around them.
Being on the run was a hell of a lot harder than she thought it would be, but Bucky made it a hell of a lot easier. She wasn't quite sure what she would do without him.
She would probably be as lost as Steve was without Natasha by this side.
It had been over seven months since the Civil War between the Avengers, and she and Bucky, along with Steve and Sam, had found their place in a tiny Spanish town along the coast where no one knew who they were and what had gone down in America just several months ago. Most of the residents didn't even have internet access which made it the perfect spot to hide from 117 countries that considered them all to be war criminals.
"She should be here by now..." Wanda huffed, stopping in her tracks to look around the beach, but no one was in sight. It was just her and Bucky, the sound of the ocean filling the silence between them.
"Relax, doll. I'm sure she'll be here soon. Natasha is still pregnant, right? She moves slow." Bucky chuckled, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
Wanda hadn't told Steve that Natasha had called her phone in the middle of the night a mere week ago and was planning to reunite with them on the coast. In a way, Wanda wanted to surprise him but in another way, it felt too good to be true. She had talked to Natasha for over an hour, but there was still the nagging voice in the back of her mind saying that it wasn't actually the red-headed spy and it was all one, big trap that she was dragging everyone right into.
She huffed again, her stomach twisting with anxiety as she wondered if this was all a giant mistake.
"Why the hell are you two holding hands?"
Wanda's heart began to race, and she pulled her hand away from Bucky to spin around on her heels to look at who had spoken.
Natasha.
A very pregnant Natasha stood a few yards away from her and Bucky as if she had appeared out of thin air.
Was Wanda dreaming?
Surely she was too good to be true and the woman in front of her was some sort of apparition that she had conjectured in her head. It wouldn't be the first time. The woman surely looked the same although, her hair was dyed blonde. She had the same pregnancy glow and the same, infamous smirk as she had eyed Wanda's hand clasped in Bucky's.
With that smirk, it had to be Natasha.
"Oh my God, Nat. You are huge!" Wanda squealed with excitement, running up to her friend she had missed so much.
