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Natasha Romanov was having a rough day. If it were bad, that would've meant the world was literally ending. She'd just run away from the same agency that had taken her in; had made her good. She'd stuck with Captain America, because she trusted him. She knew that the biggest reason the sickly kid from Brooklyn was given the super soldier serum was because he had good morals, and he defended them no matter what hell he had to go through. She and Steve had become good friends, he knew what was making her tick. Well, he knew most of what was making her tick.

Yeah, they were running away from the same people who had promised them that they would be used for good. But she was also running away from her past, the happier part of her past. And the worst thing was, he didn't even remember her. Steve seemed to remember him, though.

Turned out, the Winter Soldier, the only name she'd known him by, was Steve's old friend Bucky Barnes. Nat was Steve's shoulder, when he told her of his history with the Winter Soldier, and when he'd announced his plans to get his best friend back, Nat decided not to tell Steve about her and Bucky.

This was why she needed a walk alone, especially in the cold, windy fall night. She was the master spy, who set the records everyone tried to reach; but she was still human. She was still a girl. She needed air, to clear her mind and arrange her thoughts, process all that she'd learned. How could the Winter Soldier have been Steve Rogers' best friend?

Bucky was the opposite of Steve; much more like herself, like her KGB assassin self. Winter Soldier had been like her, too much like her. That's why they had been in a simulation of a romance. Why she had ever imagined a life with him; a family with him.

That's what she was reminiscing about when she heard the cries. She'd walked all the way to an old downtown, that had little to no street lights. Nat jogged closer to where she thought the cries were coming from, and the cries grew louder as she neared the dance studio. She went into the alley next to it, and found a wriggling duffle bag.

The assassin bent down next to it and opened the zipper, discovering a crying baby girl. Nat scooped up the baby in the bag and ran to the nearest street light, to look at the baby better. She was only wrapped in a warm blanket, and a note was tucked into a pocket of the bag.

I'm only 17. I have my dance career to look after, I can't look after a baby.

Just two sentences. Two, cold sentences. Nat already hated the woman, and she didn't even know who it was! This 17 year old had given up something the Black Widow would have left the Red Room for.

But that's alright, now Nat had the baby. And she would never ever leave the baby girl alone ever again.

"It's alright, malyshka. I've got you," Nat whispered to the baby girl who couldn't have been a couple days old.
"It's alright, mummy's got you."

She stood there under the street light, rocking the baby in her arms till she was quiet again.

"I don't suppose you have a name yet, either. Do you look like a Lucy? How about a Scarlett?"

"I thought you'd name your daughter y/n?" A voice from the shadows said.

Nat immediately turned toward the voice, battle ready even with a baby in her arms. She recognized the voice, and his appearance confirmed who he was: Winter Soldier.

"Y-you remember me?"

"I was following you. You're that girl, who's friends with the Captain."

"Steve Rogers,"

"Yeah,"

"And?"

"I don't remember you. But when I saw you holding the baby, the name crossed my mind. And I put the pieces together."

"Yeah," Nat said looking at the sleeping baby.
"I guess she does look like a y/n,"

Y/n smiled, as if she approved of the name, but in the next second her face wrinkled and she let out a cry with effort.

"What's wrong with her?" Bucky asked, stepping close.

"I don't know, she could be hungry." Nat grew worried.

"There's a grocery near by, come on."
Bucky lead the way, and Nat drew Y/n into her chest, like a protective mother.

The store was closed, but Bucky broke the glass with his bionic arm, sweeping the glass aside before he let Nat through.

"Know what to look for?"

"Baby formula first, then we'll look for clothes. Here, hold her." Nat offered the baby to Bucky, but he was cold.

"Barnes, hold her so I can find stuff."

"I've never held a kid," Bucky told her.

"Here I'll show you," with her free hand, Nat positioned his organic arm into a cradle and laid y/n into it, securing his other arm around to hold her in place.

"There you go. Just don't press too tight." Nat smiled at him and jogged off trying to find baby formula.

When she returned with a pack of baby bottles, a water gallon, and baby formula, Bucky was sitting on a bench, expertly holding y/n, even smiling at her. Nat didn't move, thinking she might ruin the moment, but Bucky saw her and returned to his cold self.

"She made faces," he told her as Nat made a bottle.

Bucky moved to give y/n back to her mother, but Nat shook her head.

"I don't wanna wake her," she lied and handed the bottle to Bucky, who dumbly stared at it.

"Keep her head elevated so she doesn't choke, and make sure she doesn't take it in too fast."

"I remember you wanting children, but I didn't think you'd know this much about them."

"I watched a friend raise his kids, that's only how I know."

"You make a good mother, Talia." Bucky complimented her, and she was surprised he remembered her name.

The rest of the night, they spent collecting cute clothes for y/n, and other stuff she needed. The baby kept them up, so they spent the time talking about their past, and Nat helped Bucky remember his history with Steve. When they had gone to sleep, she'd made him promise to go meet Steve with her, but when Nat woke in the morning, Bucky was gone.

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It sounds like a Nat and Bucky chapter, but oh well.