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Natasha P.O.V

I was locked in a room I had never been in before.  I didn't know what I was supposed to do.  All I knew was that the Red Room had chosen me to be part of project Perfect Soldier.  I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't scarred.  Not that anyone would know that, I was too well trained for someone to be able to tell.

After a couple hours of waiting the Winter Soldier walked into the room.  I knew a lot about him, he had helped train me and due to my hacking I also knew his name: James Buchanan Barnes.  He was holding a file.  He handed it to me wordlessly.  I opened and read through it carefully.  It contained my orders.  My eyes widened as I read through what was project Perfect Soldier.  I looked at the Barnes and he looked as uncomfortable as I felt.  I nodded my head knowing that it would be better if I showed that I was alright with doing what I was told rather than being punished then forced to do as I was told.  We stayed in that room the entire night never once vocalizing a sound.

-four months later-

I was four months pregnant.  Four months.  With the Winter Soldier's child.  I'm terrified for my baby.  What do they have planned for him/her when she/he is born?  Ever since it was confirmed that I was pregnant and phase one of Perfect Soldier was complete I've been locked in a room with a bed, a bathroom attachment, a fully stocked fridge and a pantry which they re-stalked once a week.  There was no clock and no window so there was no way of me knowing how long I was in there.  Using my enternal clock and hunger I was able to guess meal times and when it was the end of the day.  At the end of each day I scratched another tick into the talley on the wall so I knew I had been stuck in there for about four months.  And to further prove this theory a doctor came once a month to check on the baby and I had seen the doctor four times.  

I had a lot of free time on my hands and had nothing to do except sleep, sit around, try to train despite the baby bump, go to the bathroom and cook.  Needles to say I had taught myself how to cook a lot of complex meals during those four months.  I also talked to the baby quite a bit and to be honest I'm not sure if that means I'm going crazy or not.

I heard the alarms go off.  I immidatly got into a fighting stance my eyes glued to the door.  That alarm meant an intruder.  I was standing there for at least thirty minutes with my fists up and ready to take someone down.  For the first time I was glad that the vents in the room were just big enough for my hand to fit in so I knew the only way in was the door.

Eventualy the door shook and I heard a loud BANG!  Whoever it was, was using bombs to take down the door.  After three more explosins the door came down with a crash.  There stood a man with short brown hair, a black vest with a purple design in the middle, black pants, black boots, hearing aids, a bow and a quiver filled with arrows.  Without a seconds hesitation I attacked.  

The man immediately went on the defensive.  I could tell that I was a better fighter than him.  The only reason we were still fighting was because I was being careful and doing my best to not hurt the baby.  The man seemed to know that I was better than him too and tried to talk me down before I won the battle.

"Look miss, I don't want to hurt you. Just stop attacking me and we can talk this out," he tried to reason.  I merely growled in reponse as I sent a round house kick at him.  His eyes landed on my stomach and I saw them widen in surprise.

"Your pregnant," he breathed out in disbeleif.  I merely glared and continued my rain of punches and kicks.  

"Look miss, my name is Clint Barton or Hawkeye I don't want to hurt you or your baby just stop and we'll talk this out because if we keep going like this that baby is going to be hurt or killed!" Clint exclaimed.  I noticed he had a look of worry in his eyes.  The thought of my child being harmed cause me to hesitate.  But Clint did something that surprised me, instead of attacking me during my moment of weakness he stepped away from me and towards the north facing wall; away from both me and the door making it easy for me to escape.  I raised my eyebrow at him.

"I told you, I don't want to fight you" he answered my unasked question "let's talk."  I pursed my lips and nodded my head slowly.

"I'm from SHEILD I'm here to stop the Red Room" he began "we can help you, if your willing.  We can provide protection for your child just come with me."  I narrowed my eyes in thought.  I knew what SHIELD was and I didn't trust Clint or SHEILD but what choice did I have?  I go to a place that could be safe or I stay in a place that definitly isn't.  I looked him in the eyes.

"Alright" I agreed "but the second either me or my child are in danger I will not hesitate to kill you all."  He nodded and gave a smirk.  He handed me his gun.  We ran out the door.  I let Clint lead since I didn't know where the get away vehicle was or what it was.  As we ran I heard people yelling about project Perfect Solider escaping.  I shot people as we were attacked trying to do as little hand to hand contact to possible.  Since they didn't want to harm my unborn child they weren't shooting bullets making them easy targets.  The two of us didn't stop running until we reached his plane.  The plane had a big bird on it which I recognized as the symbol of SHIELD we got in and Clint went to the cockpit while I sat down and the plane took off.

-five months later-

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed in pain.

"You're okay Tasha just one more push," Clint encouraged.  Laura was in the waiting room with Cooper, her and Clint's two month old son since someone needed to stay with him and I was closer friends with Clint than Laura.  After a few more minutes I heard the wailing of a child.

"It's a boy," the doctor informed me as she handed him to me.  I smiled at the child in my arms tiredly.

"Hey buddy, I'm your Uncle Clint" Clint introduced himslef "what are you going to name him Nat?"  I thought for a moment before turning to face him and answering.

"Peter, Peter Barnes Romanoff," I smiled.

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