THE DAY NATASHA FOUND OUT SHE WAS PREGNANT & HOW STEVE FOUND OUT

No… That's not possible… Natasha thought looking down on the pregnancy test in her hand as she leaned on the granite sick counter.

The couple had only been married for half a year and had already rooted down and finally come to terms with the concept that Natasha could not bare kids.

But here it was… The test in front of her confirmed that what they thought was true was only a lie. What she had thought to be the truth, what she almost ended her relationship with Steve for, was only false… According to this test, which was the 3rd consecutive one that showed this result, she was able to have kids, not only able she was going to have a kid.

"Nat! Stark just came back with shwarma! You want some!?" Clint said knocking on the Widow's bedroom.

She shook her head snapping out of the trance the stick had put her in for the past 10 minutes, "I'm good!" she yelled back towards the door.

"Your loss!" Clint yelled back with what sounded like a full mouth and walked away from the door.

Nat didn't want to be around anyone at the moment... the only one she wanted to talk to was Steve, who was away on a mission for SHIELD, and wasn't estimated to be back for another week. Not a week, just more 8 days… 1 day over a week. He had already been gone for a month now she could totally wait a week and a day.

She wanted so badly to tell the other Avengers that she was pregnant… But the first one to know deserved to be Steve.

This was going to be a long Week (and a day)

-One Week Later (and a day)!-

"Capsicale! Your back!" Tony Stark yelled from the kitchen walking over with a glass of scotch that held 4 ice cubes in his hand, "How was Europe?"

"Good… Got to punch a few Hydra agents but mostly a waste of time." The Captain replied looking around the room trying to spot his wife through the crowd of men that greeted him. "Where is Natasha?" Steve finally asked getting in a sentence without being asked something about the mission from one of the guys.

The four guys looked to one another as if mentally having a conversation to beside who should tell the captain what had happened to the Widow in the past week.

Bruce stepped back letting Tony and Clint battle it out.

Thor chuckled before going back to work on figuring how the TV worked.

"So… where is my wife fellas?" Steve questioned interrupting their silent conversation.

"Tony? You want to take this?" Clint asked stepping back.

"Nope… The stage is all yours Legolos!" Tony replied back.

"Nope… It's all yours." Clint replied back.

"No it's not… It's yours" Tony responded.

"Will one of you just tell me? Is it really that bad?" Steve intruded.

"Fine I'll explain it to him!" Clint snapped, "Every thing was fine and dandy until about a week ago Tony went for shwarma."

"What does that have to do with anything Clint?" Steve questioned.

"Let me finish Cap! The shwarma is helping me keep track of time! How else do you think I keep track of the days till Shwarma Sunday! It's only Monday! Either way that was the last time we saw her. Well the last time I saw her. Over the past week she rarely has come out of your guys room. Jarvis has reported that sometimes at like 4 AM in the morning she'll come out of your room and grab like food then just go back to your room." Clint explained on.

The thought of hearing this Cap didn't listen anymore.

The captain ran down the hallways of stark tower heading to his and Natasha's room. He knocked on the door first to see if she was in there.

"Clint leave me alone, please. I don't want to see anyone but Steve," Said a quiet voice from behind the door.

"Nat?" Steve said silently opening the door to the room.

Natasha didn't answer. She was to busy throwing up the contents of that mornings breakfast to hear her husband open the creaky door.

Steve looked around the room first to try and spot his wife but didn't look to the bathroom until the smell of vomit hit his nose. He looked over to the restroom to see his wife crouched over the toilet, red hair messy all over the place, and her breathing sounding heavy like a dog panting.

"Nat!" Steve quaked running over to Nat and kneeling beside her to make sure she was ok.

"Steve…" she trembled, "your back."

" Yes… I'm back… now tell me… what is going on? Why are you like this? Who did this to you Nat?" Steve commanded with his voice full of worry ask he looked over her for any signs of a wound. The only thing that worried him was her almost white face, a side affect of the vomiting she had been doing for the past 6 days.

"You did this to me Steve…" she muttered jokingly before heaving another round of breakfast back up into the toilet.

"What?" Steve blurted, "What did I do?"

"Steve…." Natasha blurted whipping her mouth with a towel that was by her side, "I'm pregnant…"

"What?" Steve marveled.

"I said I'm pregnant Steve…. I'm about 6-8 weeks according to Banner…" she replied tiredly.

A smile crawled onto the man's face replacing the once worried look.

"You're pregnant?" Steve stuttered happily.

Nat nodded a smile creeping onto her face too.

Steve rejoiced hugging his wife and picking her up spinning her around as if she was a little girl. "We're going to have a family!" Steve cheered setting her down lightly before hugging her tightly.

"We are Steve… we are going to have a family" Nat chimed before the smile left her face and she rushed back to the toilet.