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*:･ﾟ✧ not dead yet

SEQUEL TO : till the very end

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed since Steve Rogers had passed away. Natasha Romanoff was not the same anymore. She had locked herself inside her room for days, refusing food and water, only sobbing and sobbing endlessly. Sam and Bucky had many futile attempts at coaxing her to eat for the baby's sake but had yielded no result aside from a sprained wrist and a hairline fracture. In other words, if you tried to go near a grieving Natasha, you would have had your ass whipped. That, was until Tony Stark had burst into her room, yelling "I have a cure." Natasha had then bolted up in bed and groomed herself properly for the first time in weeks. She took a nice long shower, did her hair, her nails, shaved and even put makeup on. 

"Oh my god," Tony gasps as Natasha walks into the dining room for the first time in weeks. She shoots him a silent glare that makes him shut his mouth immediately. 

"Do you want something to eat? Something to drink? Something light perhaps," Clint pipes in. Natasha glares in his direction and he too, swallows in fear. 

"You said you could bring him back," Natasha says softly, a far contrast from the deadly glares she had just shot across the room at everyone. "How?" her eyes are watery and she is on the verge of tears but she tries to hold it down.

Clint gently pushes a glass of water in her direction and she takes a few small sips grateful for the cold water calming her parched throat. Tony doesn't reply but watches in fear.

"Bring him back," she demands. "Please."

Tony looks to Bruce and Bruce looks down. With a sigh, Tony explains. 

Because the loss of the serum had weakened Steve, Tony would have to find another way to get the serum or a copy of the serum. The only other person who had the serum, would be Natasha, or more specifically, the baby. Tony would then have to take a sample of the serum, replicate it at least three times, and then insert the serum into Steve, who was currently on crypto freeze. It would work fairly well, the only risk being Natasha's baby. No matter what the outcome, regardless whether the baby survived or not, Steve would be brought back to life. 

Natasha looks at Tony in disbelief. Using her baby to get her husband back? What was she sacrificing? A miracle or the chance at another miracle? She weighs the two options out in her mind as she protectively wraps an arm around her swelling abdomen. 

"Yes," Natasha says, getting up. "Do it."

Clint and Tony look at her in shock. "Are you sure? Don't you want to consider a little longer? This is going to put your baby's life at risk." Clint blurts. 

Natasha sighs. "I know the risks.  I put my life on the line every time, I know. But I've made my mind up, and no one can change that. I'm doing it. And that's final."

Bruce looks at Tony and Tony nods. "This way please," Bruce ushers Natasha towards the lab. Natasha lies down on the table as instructed and lifts her shirt apprehensively. Steve's shirt actually, but she had taken a liking to wearing his shirts of late because they were not only comfortable, but concealed her small bump. "I'm gonna perform an ultrasound to see how the baby is. And after that, we'll inside a probe into your-" Bruce blushes slightly as he picks up the gel. "This may be a little cold," He squeezes some onto her belly and uses the machine to look around. "Looking good. You have a healthy baby boy." Bruce glaces up at Tony, who is smirking. 

"Seriously, if you're gonna be embarrassed about seeing my pussy, don't. Just get it over and done with." Natasha smirks, sensing the tension in the room. 

Tony laughs."Okay then, can you pull your leggings and your panties off." Natasha follows, as Tony's eyes widen.

"Like what you see?" Natasha teases as she climbs back into the chair and places her feet in the stirrups. 

"Be perfectly still," Tony says, as he inserts the probe into her vagina. 

Natasha holds her breath, hoping and praying for the best. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites her lips, resting her hands gently on her belly. 

Because of Natasha's super spy abilities to keep perfectly still, the procedure is completed sooner than expected and Tony and Bruce have managed to replicate the serum. Now all they have to do is wait an hour for Steve to defrost. 

The hour drags by and it seems like forever. Tony starts to get fidgety, Clint is getting bored and Natasha is getting restless. She nearly falls asleep on the chair when the time goes off and she leaps up to Steve's side, placing her warm hand in his just thawed, cold hand. Tony injects the serum into Steve and they all hold their breath as it does its miracle.

Steve's eyes twitch a little and he opens them slowly, adjusting to the blinding light. "Tasha?" He whispers so softly on Natasha hears it. Natasha smiles through her happy tears and squeezes his hands thrice gently. 

"I'm here," she says, fetching a glass of water while still holding onto his hand gently. "Drink," she commands, holding the straw to his lips. Steve sips and struggles to get up.

He eventually does and the others all watch with tears brimming in their eyes as Natasha buries herself into Steve's chest, sobbing her heart out. Steve smiles softly and hold her in his arms, stroking her hair and whispering sweet little nothings into her ear. Natasha whispers something which makes Steve's eyes go wide. He pulls away, examining her, his eyes gazing lovingly at her belly. He gently places his hands on the side of her belly and plants a soft kiss in the middle. 

"I love you." He says. "And you too, little bean."

Natasha smiles. "I love you too". She looks into his eyes and kisses him hard on the lips. "And thank you for coming back."

A/N: and with that i brought him back from the dead. i'm sorry i killed him off but now you have him back and they're gonna raise a baby roger together which is so sweet ahhhh!! and also the reason why it's marked m even though there's no sex is because like i said in a post if you read it, there's mentions of genitals which some people are highly uncomfortable with so- anyways and they lived happily ever.