Steve's POV

"And look at this.." I said proudly as Emma took a few steps in front of everyone. Everyone smiled in excitement as our blonde haired baby girl took three steps before she fell onto her butt again. I looked up at Natasha as I held Emmas hands. She smiled down at us and Clint held his hand on Nat's shoulder. Pepper shed a few tears as Emma walked another step.
"Times just flies by.." Pepper said as she smiled down at Emma. "God, soon she'll start collage."
Time had flown by fast. It's been months since Ivan's visit and there had been no trace of him ever since. Natasha was furious and worried to the bones, so was I. But we did our best to try to squeeze it out of our brains and focus on Emma. I'm not going to let anyone take the love of my life or my daughter. That's not going to happen.
"Go to mommy." I said smiling as Emma (with a little help from me) took another few steps and ended up in Natasha's embrace. She lifted her up in the air and kissed her on the mouth. She then held her normally and both Natasha and Emma looked at everyone. I had noticed their similarity but even though Emma was just a little baby, it was hard not to gaze as they were close to each other. There was no doubt Natasha was her mother.
"That's pretty incredible. She looks so much like you." Pepper said.
"Don't forget the blonde hair." I said and everyone chuckled a bit.
A loud scream could be heard and everyone turned to look at Natasha as Natasha looked at Emma.
Emmas eyes were wide open as tears ran down her cheeks. Natasha looked at me with just as wide eyes and the worried look on her face told me everything.
"Somethings wrong." I said.
Just a moment after I spoke, something came crashing threw the window, making glass chatter across the entire room. Natasha bent down to protect Emma and I stood in the way to protect Nat. Everyone else tried their best to avoid the glass coming at us.
Emma stopped screaming and everyone looked around.
"Someone tried to shoot us." Tony said as he looked around.
"Or they just wanted to hit the windows.." Clint said and Tony gave him a 'really?' face.
Natasha still had her eyes on Emma and wiped away the tears on her cheek.
Natasha mumbled something I couldn't hear.
"What did you say?" I said curiously.
Natasha looked at me with big eyes.
"She cries when something bad is about to happen. She's warning us." She said and I looked at Emma. A smile appeared on her face as she put her hand on Natasha's cheek.
"She's warning us.." I repeated quietly for myself.
"Someone broke my fucking window!" Tony said angrily but everyone focused on Emma.
"But I don't understand.." Natasha mumbled as she took Emmas hand and Emma grabbed her finger.
"That's why she never cries? Because you're not in danger?" Clint asked and I nodded a little.
"I don't know, I mean, it makes sense." I said and Natasha looked at me with wide eyes.
"But she cried when she was born.." Natasha said.
"Because she knew she would die.."
I said with a clump in my throat.
"But how come she survived..?" Natasha mumbled laud enough for only me to hear. I went to Natasha and put my arm around her.
"Died?" Pepper asked confused.
"She stopped breathing a while after she was born, but she managed.. In some way." I said even more confused than Pepper.
"That's a special child you got there." Tony said.

Natasha's POV

Steve was sitting on the couch with Emma in his lap. They had matching pyjama's and watched some sort of cartoon. Scooby Doo I think it's called.. I've never watched cartoon. I didn't have that type of childhood. Of course Emma didn't get anything sine she couldn't even speak yet, but I strongly believe Steve liked the show but was too afraid to admit it. He sat there laughing as he pointed at the Tv now and then and talked to Emma with a cute voice.
I made some tea and gave him a cup while I sat down beside them with a cup of my own. Steve smiled and took my hand. I made myself comfortable and leaned my head on his shoulder.
Emma had fallen asleep laying on one of his arms and I smiled down at her.
"Does this mean that she can't cry unless she's in some kind of danger?" I asked quietly not to wake her.
"I don't know." Steve said.
"But how's this going to be when she grows up? She'll never be able to cry?" I said.
"I don't know." Steve said again.
I breathed out heavily, he did the same.
"I only know one thing." He said and I looked up at his face.
"What?" I asked and he looked at me.
"That she's going to be okey. We all are." He said and I smiled at his positivity. He bent down a little and gave me a kiss. I put my head back on his shoulder and licked my lips.
"I hope you're right." I said and he chuckled.
"Well I was right about get being a girl. And I think since she have your looks, she might have my brain." He said and I laughed.
"Well, let's hope not." I said and he smiled. "I'm kidding. But she needs some parts of my brain as well.. I mean.. How else would she manage to handle all this 'future' technic."
"I think I'm doing pretty good actually." He said and I smirked.
"Pretty good is an understatement." I said and kissed his neck. I laid down a little more in the sofa and kissed his shoulder before I laid my head lower down on his arm. I could feel my eyes get tired and I had a hard time keeping them open.

Steve's POV

My both girls had fallen asleep on my body. I looked at their faces and smiled. They were so much alike. There peaceful expression and colourful lips. Natasha's hair fell in her face and I carefully wiped it away. She held her hands around my arm and sometimes she kissed it in her sleep.
Emma made some noises that made me chuckle. It was a cute bubbling sound as she took a breath and I watched her chest go up and down. I wanted to take away the thought of her not being able to breath. We almost lost this little lightness in our lives. But she survived and I believe that was for a reason. She wasn't supposed to die. Was it for me? For Natasha? I have no idea.
But as I looked at the two most beautiful girls in the world beside me, I felt something strong in my chest. It was a mix of protection, happiness and love. I was never going to let anyone hurt them. I'd risk everything for them. Nothing means more to me. Nothing.