It was pretty late as they reached the hotel but neither of them had a problem with that. The only thing they had planned to do was each other which they did for the most part of the night. Steve was laying on his back on the bed as Natasha crawled up beside him and laid down on her stomach, resting her arms on his chest while looking at him.
"Thanks for following me here." Steve said. "Into bed? I'm pretty sure you followed me." Natasha said, smirking. Steve chuckled lightly. "I meant to Venice of course." He said and Natasha's smirk turned into a smile. "Well, you were right. It was nice to spend some extra time with you." Natasha said, touching his chin a bit. Steve frowned. "Nice?" He asked and Natasha almost laughed. "Oh no, did I say nice? I clearly meant unpleasant." She said and Steve shook his head. He wrapped his arms around her, rolling over, switching places with her so she laid on her back instead. "You're making it worse." He said and she smirked. "But I can make it better." He added, starting to kiss down her neck as one of his hands rubbed her thigh. "You better. I've had the worst time here." She said and Steve chuckled, his breath tickling her neck. He looked up into her green eyes, smiling. "I've had the worst time too." He said and Natasha kissed his lips. "It was really awful." Steve mumbled between the kisses. "Absolutely horrible." Natasha mumbled in agreement, kissing him again.

Steve and Natasha left the hotel at lunch the next day. It would have left them some time for a nice breakfast before they left but they were both tired and slept most of the morning. "I'll miss this place." Steve said, looking around their hotel room when he stood at the door. "Don't get all dramatic, Steve." Natasha said and he chuckled. They took a taxi to the airport and Steve tried to convince Natasha to let him carry her bag. She refused to let him. She could carry her own bag quite alright herself but she gave him a cheek kiss, thanking him for being a gentleman. Steve just smiled. They both found it a little sad to leave their wonderful vacation. Most of it had been so peaceful in a way. It was hard to reach that kind of peace and calmness back in New York because of their jobs. Natasha was extremely exited to get back to work though. She'd been off work for so long she feared that people would have forgotten about her. Or even worse, stopped fearing her for suddenly spending lots of time with America's sweetheart, Steve Rogers. She didn't want people to think she'd gone soft, which she maybe had. At least when Steve was near. It was hard not to. Steve looked at Natasha who stared out of the window on the plane. They had been lucky to get the window seat on the way home as well. The sun lit up the white fluffy clouds and you could no longer see the ground below them.
"I'd die for this view. It's so beautiful." Natasha mumbled and Steve nodded. "Sure, but it's nothing compared to you." He said. Natasha gave him a small smile. They were both quite eager to get home too. It was time to start a new chapter and they would start it with moving in together. Besides, who knows what wonderful things the future has planned for them.

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As Steve and Natasha got back home, they had lots of work in front of them. Especially Natasha who eagerly took every mission she was assigned. Steve however, wanted to move in with Natasha as fast as possible and spent most of the first days moving into her apartment. As Natasha came home one late night after a not so big mission, she found a sweaty Steve in the hallway, carrying a heavy box in his arms. She tiptoed after him into her, their, apartment and sneaked up behind him. He put down the box on the couch and dragged of his sweaty shirt, reviling his chest. Natasha smirked, biting her lip a bit. Steve turned around but quickly took four steps back, almost falling. "Oh my god, Natasha!" He said, gasping a bit as he tried to get back his balance. Natasha laughed. "Oh I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't do that again." He said seriously, putting a hand over his heart. "What are you doing?" Natasha asked, looking at the box before her eyes moved to his chest. "That's the last box." Steve said with a smile. "We're officially living together." He said, putting his hands on his hips. Natasha, who was still wearing her cat suit, had her eyes focused on his chest. Steve's smile turned into a smirk. "Natasha?" He asked again, a bit louder this time and Natasha immediately looked up into his eyes. "What? Yes?" She said and Steve laughed. "You're staring at my chest." He said and Natasha frowned. "I was not. I'm.. tired." She said, realising her lie was almost as bad as Steve's small lies. Maybe even worse. "Oh really?" Steve asked and Natasha smirked. "Well.." She said biting her lip. "It's hard not to stare when you're half naked and all sweaty." Natasha said, biting her lip again. Steve blushed a bit. Natasha took a step closer to him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. Their lips were only inches apart as Natasha dragged her hands over his chest. "Maybe we should celebrate this moving in together thing." She whispered, letting her words escape between Steve's lips. Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her suit beneath her fingertips. It was a strange feeling, holding her so close while she was wearing her suit. Before she found out that he loved her, he had often stared at her during a mission or likewise, wondering what it would feel like to hold her in his arms. The suit made him think back of old times. Every look she had given him and every time he had accidentally touched her arm. All those small memories that still meant the world to him. "I'd like that." Steve said before Natasha pressed her lips on his.

The next morning, Natasha woke up feeling cold, realising at once that Steve wasn't laying beside her. She quickly got out of bed and put on a robe over her naked body as she could hint a smell of coffee. She went out of the bedroom and saw Steve pouring himself a cup of hot coffee. He smiled at her as she walked over to him. He took a sip of the coffee as she wrapped her arms around his waist, letting his warm body make her a little warmer. He embraced her, holding his coffee in one hand while his other hand wrapped around her back. "Why are you up so early?" Steve asked and Natasha mumbled into his chest, not enjoying the fact that he wore a t-shirt. "I should be asking you that." She mumbled. "I have to go to this meeting Fury announced." He said and Natasha looked up at him. "I haven't been called into a meeting." She said and Steve nodded. "I know. I don't think it's anything important." He said and Natasha rolled her eyes. "Yeah whatever." She said, grabbing his coffee out of his hand, taking a few sips. "I have to go. I'll call you when I'm on my way back." He said, kissing her forehead. "Yeah you better." She said, taking another sip of his coffee. Steve smiled at her before heading out of the door. Natasha sighed a bit, still feeling cold. She put down the cup of the counter and walked towards the bathroom, dropping her robe on the floor to get into the shower. She suddenly gasped a bit and put one of her hands to her stomach. A tickling movement was made within her womb. Almost like butterflies flew around in there or small fishes swimming stressfully. She felt it again and looked down at her stomach, thinking she'd started to go mad. She went out of the bathroom and hurried to her bedroom, standing in front of her whole body mirror. She turned to her side, glancing at her stomach. She cursed to herself loudly in Russian. Was she really so desperate that she'd imagine that her stomach had become a bit bigger? Because that's what it looked like. She let her hand run over her stomach again as the same movements were felt inside of her and she gasped.
Natasha felt ill. Why did she do this to herself? She was now certain she'd gone mad. Absolutely bonkers. She grabbed a pair of pants, trying to put them on only to realise that it was a bit hard to fit into them. She threw them anxiously on the floor, grabbing a dress and putting it on. She grabbed her wallet, running out of the apartment and slamming the door shut. She walked with quick steps towards the nearest store, breathing heavily. The lady behind the register counter gave Natasha a sad look as Natasha paid for the five pregnancy tests. Natasha ignored the lady, her mind to busy thinks she was actually insane. When she got back home again, she hurried into the bathroom, pulling out the first stick from the box. She closed her eyes hard for a minute, trying to calm down her heavy breaths. After peeing on the first stick, she put it down on the sink, waiting. That was the worst part. Waiting. During those 120 seconds, she thought she'd rip off her own skin or hit her head into the wall. When she finally looked down at the stick and realised it showed two stripes, she put it down again. She grabbed another test, peeing on that one as well. After what felt like hours but clearly wasn't, she stood in front of the sink, looking down at five positive pregnancy tests. Natasha felt sweat run down her forehead and she swallowed hard, gasping for breath as she forgot to inhale now and then. She kept staring down at the tests. Every single one of them wore two stripes. She read on the institutions she found in the boxes over and over again. Two stripes means positive. Positive means pregnant. It all hurt. Her heart sent pain out to her body, all the way to her fingertips and toes. What hurt wasn't the fact that she might be pregnant, but the fact that she didn't believe it.
Natasha felt her hands shook as she stood in front of the mirror, staring into her own expressionless face. "What's happening?" She mumbled to herself, over and over. As she stood there, broken and confused, one person came to mind. But this time, it wasn't Steve.
Dr. Davis had had a very calm morning at the hospital. He had only had one patient so far who was only in for an ultrasound. It was done quicker than expected and he looked forward to a calm morning before the storm of patients that usually hit right after lunch. But as Dr. Davis walked through the hospital hallways to make a quick visit to his friend who worked down in the reception, he realised that the storm was there quicker than expected. Natasha Romanoff walked with quick and steady steps towards his hallway. When she saw him, her eyes grew wide and she hurried her steps. Dr. Davis stopped walking and the thought of running away did cross his mind, but she had after all been a patient and he did not disrespect his patients, assassins or not. "Miss Romanoff, how nice to see you ag.." Dr. Davis began before he suddenly was pressed to the wall. He could swear that his feet almost left the ground for a second as he looked at the red haired woman, holding him tightly by the arms. "You told me I was pregnant. Then you told me I wasn't. But now.." Natasha said, almost chuckling at how stupid it was. "Now, five pregnancy tests shows me that I am indeed pregnant." She said again, breathing heavily. Dr. Davis tried to put his feat aside and nodded slowly. "I understand that you're.." Natasha gave him a stare. "Upset." He continued. "Let me down and we'll have a look." He said calmly. Natasha hesitated a second before letting go of his arms.
Natasha followed Dr. Davis into a room and was asked to sit down on the bed. Natasha did as asked. "Are you sure the tests showed positive?" He asked and Natasha rolled her eyes. "Yes. All five of them." Natasha said and he nodded. "Let's have a look then." He said, and she laid down on the bed while he sat down on a chair in front of the screen. Natasha was instructed to drag up his shirt and Dr. Davis put some gel on her stomach before letting the transducer spread out the gel. He focused on the screen while Natasha focused on the disappointment. She knew his would hurt. It always did. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Are you sure you don't want your boyfriend to join for this?" Dr. Davis asked and Natasha shook her head. He couldn't let him go through this. One disappointment was better than two. Her phone suddenly started buzzing and Steve's name shone up her phone. She ignored his call and put it back down in her pocket. Natasha leaned her head back on the bed. She just wanted to get the bad news so she could go home and drink. "Well, it's looks like you're in week 14 already." Dr. Davis said and Natasha's eyes grew wide. She suddenly felt paralysed and her tongue felt too big to fit in her mouth. "I'm.. What did you just say? I'm pregnant?" She asked and he nodded. "I know I've said it before, but look at the screen if you don't believe me. Natasha's eyes were directed to the small screen and Dr. Davis showed her the baby. "There's the legs.. Arms.. The head.." He kept explaining, pointing at the screen.
"I.. I need a picture." Natasha stuttered and he nodded. "I'll be back in a minute." He said, leaving the room. Natasha got closer to the screen, letting her fingers run over the baby's head. "I'm really pregnant?" She asked herself. The same butterfly movement was felt in her womb as she gasped. "Oh my god." She burst out and felt tears make her eyes blurry.
As Dr. Davis came into the room, he handed her the picture and sat down in front of the screen again. "Well, this is a very rare occasion but maybe we should discuss.." He began but as he turned to look at Natasha, he realised that he was alone. The door had been left open and there was no sight of the red headed woman. Dr. Davis sighed loudly, leaning back on his chair. The funny thing about storms is that they hit when you least expect it.