Steve stumbled to his feet. "Rebecca," he said a little louder.

"Hey, whatever happened, panic will not change it," Natasha said, helping him up.

"I have to know, Nat, I have to," He breathed out. She nodded. She tapped the coms, getting nothing more than panic on the line, no one really making sense.

"Rebecca?" Thor asked after a moment.

"Steve's... wife," Natasha explained. "Let's take one of the vehicles, and head back," she told him, getting a nod. They walked out of the forest, finding Okoye still mourning over the loss of her King. They walked back into the battlefield, seeing the warriors there, and the look of utter defeat on their faces, knowing that it was all for not.

Steve was numb as he climbed into the vehicle, not sure how to process all of it. He could hear Natasha explaining why they needed to rush back to Okoye and he heard Okoye's understanding before she quickly piloted them back to the palace. He could hear as they talked about who they lost, who was gone. Who he couldn't save...

Steve started to pray as they made their way back. He had just lost so much, so many people, he couldn't lose another. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't lose their child. As the vehicle approached and began to slow, something snapped in Steve and he just jumped from the slowing vehicle, before starting at a full run, knowing he needed to find her. He knew where he left her but knew that the place had been attacked. That it hadn't been safe. Why didn't he make sure she was safe?

He ran as fast as he could, leaving everyone behind because he needed to know. He made it quickly to the lifts, pushing past people who were already there, not caring, moving past all the distort people and the carnage around them. He had to know.

He quickly made it to the right floor, coming out, heading to the lab, stepping over the dead bodies and ran in to find… nothing. The room was destroyed, the window shattered. His wife was not here and his stomach dropped.

"Rebecca!? Shuri!?" He screamed, leaving the room, seeing if there was anyone around if there was anyone who knew where they might be. He found one person, coming out of a room and he grabbed them, scaring them.

"Shuri?" He asked. The person pointed to one of the rooms and he nodded to them before heading that way. He busted into the room, startling the people inside, but he didn't care as relief washed over him, seeing her laying on a table, curled in on herself.

"Becca," he breathed out. He saw her move to look at him. She had bruises on her face, looking at him with pain in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked. It was Shuri who explained.

"We were attacked. We tried to hold him off. She attacked him with her weapon but he knocked her out. The shock to her body sent her into early labor. We were trying to stabilize her when half my staff disappeared," Shuri explained. When Rebecca let out a cry of pain, Steve moved her side, taking her hand in his.

"Steve, you look like hell," She said with a half smile, tears in her eyes.

"You're not looking too hot yourself," he said, petting her hair, kissing her forehead.

"I'm glad you survived," She said before gasping in pain again.

"Same," he said, holding her hand close to his chest as she squeezed it.

"Natasha... " She said softly. Steve looked over his shoulder seeing Thor, Rhodey, Natasha, and Bruce behind them.

"Hey, little one…" Natasha said, petting her hair. Steve watched as Rhodey, Thor, and Bruce left, giving them space. Steve turned to watch as a woman gave Rebecca a few injections before she settled a little from the pain.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Something for the pain and some meds to hopefully stop her labor. It's still early, the best outcome would be for us to try and keep your little one right where he is, if possible. But if we can't stop it, he'll still be in good hands." The doctor told Steve. He nodded. Once the pain receded and the labor slowed, Rebecca had a moment to think clearly.

"Who's gone?" She asked Steve.

"Shhh let's not worry about that right now. Let just, focus on getting through this. You need to stay calm," He told her. She looked at him, seeing something in his eyes.

"Where is Bucky? Why is he not here? He should be here," She said, getting upset.

"Rebecca. Please. Stop," He said, feeling tears in his eyes, "Don't do this to yourself…"

"No…" She said, feeling tears slip from her eyes. "God, please no…"

"Becca, please you need to calm down. Breathe, you need to for our little boy," He told her, trying to hold back his own tears. She curled in on herself, feeling the tears overflow. She felt as Steve and Natasha, wrapped their arms around her, lending as much comfort as they could. It didn't take her long until she fell asleep. Natasha urged Steve to get his wounds from the battle checked out but he refused to leave Rebecca's side. Natasha nodded to him before she slipped away.

"If you collapse under the weight of it all, then you're not going to be there for her. For them," Shuri told him, as she got an instrument out, to help clean and close any wounds that Steve had, starting to treat him.

"Half the world. No half the universe is gone, and I couldn't stop it," Steve told her.

"You're just one man," She argued.

"I've lost most of the people that I hold dear to me today," he said.

"You haven't lost all of them. You haven't lost her. You need to be there for them. Besides, you're not the only one who lost people today," she said. He looked at her.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he told her.

"And I'm sorry for yours," Shuri said. "Go, get some sleep," she said as she stitched up the last of his wounds. "I'll watch your girl, and call you back if anything changes," She offered him.

"Or when she wakes up…" He asked.

"That too. Rest, you need it." He nodded before starting to walk to the door.

"Steve…" He heard her say, fear in her voice. It brought him back to when her father uttered the same word. He quickly turned, seeing the fear in her face as she grabbed onto her stomach. He came back to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked her as the others gathered.

"It hurts again," He nodded to her, taking in her hand. He watched as they scanned her, looking over her.

"Her labor isn't stopping. The medicine is having little effect. It's just stalling it."

"Her metabolism?" Steve offered.

"We took that into account, but it's still not working," Shuri said. Steve looked at Rebecca, with a sad smile.

"I guess our little one wants to come see us," he told her.

"I guess so," she said, letting out a gasp of pain.

"Let's move her to somewhere a little more private," Shuri suggested. Steve nodded, before pulling her into his arms, to Shuri's surprise. "I could have gotten her a wheelchair…" She said with a smile before she escorted them to one of the rooms in the back. Steve laid her down and when he moved away from her, she grabbed his hand.

"Don't leave me…"

"I'm not going anywhere," Steve said before letting go of her hand, getting a chair to sit next to her. He felt her relax when she held his hand again. He watched as they scanned her, showing them their baby as Shuri examined her.

"Didn't know you were experienced in delivering babies?" Steve questioned.

"Not much too it. Anyway her doctor kind of… disappeared so I figured she would want someone she trusted more than a stranger with experience," Shuri explained. "He looks to be in a good position. Besides a little early I don't see any complications," Shuri said before turning off the scanner. Steve nodded to her, leaning down to kiss Becca's forehead.

"It's not going to be long until our little boy is going to meet us," Steve said to her. Rebecca nodded back, breathing out when another contraction hit her. Steve looked at Shuri. "You can't do anything for the pain, can you? " Shuri gave him a sad smile.

"No…" Shuri said sympathetically. Steve nodded.

"I figured, but it couldn't hurt to ask," Steve said, knowing it was going to be a long night.

A few hours later, Steve was thanking the lord for the super serum in his veins. He was pretty sure his hand would have been broken if not for it. Despite the pain he was feeling, he knew it was nothing compared to what Rebecca was feeling, so he made no complaint, just holding her, talking her through her quick labor. He knew that soon enough, they would have a little something that was worth all the pain she was feeling. He could tell she was getting closer, as a nurse came in to assist Shuri, a few extra doctors, as well as an incubator, was wheeled in. He knew why they brought it in, but he was hoping they wouldn't have to use it. Everything had to go right… he couldn't afford to lose anyone else today.

Steve moved in, kissing Rebecca's sweaty forehead, as she worked through another contraction.

"You're doing good Becca… almost there," Steve encouraged her as she squeezed his hand again. She nodded to him when the pain subsided for just a moment. He could tell she was getting worried, as they watched over her progress. He needed to distract her.

"Have you come up with any more names?" He asked her. "Or are we sticking with Joseph?" He asked. "I'm still partial to George…" Steve told her. She started to breathe heavy again at that.

"Breathe. You got this…" He said, helping her work through the pain before Shuri asked her to push. It was time. A few contractions later, Rebecca was pushing out their little boy, to silence. Steve couldn't look, burying his face into Rebecca's shoulder, not wanting to know. He wouldn't be able to handle it if his son didn't survive.

He could hear the doctors do what they could, feeling Rebecca's arms wrap around him before they both heard a small, tiny, croak of a cry, barely audible, even to their hearing. Steve let out a breath, one he didn't even know he was holding, before he looked up, looking at the baby that the doctors were working on. He was small but most definitely a fighter, just like his parents.

"He's so tiny…" Steve said, amazed.

"4 pounds, 4 ounces… bigger than expected," Someone said out to him, before the boy let out a louder cry, showing his parents that he wasn't giving up on them. He heard Rebecca let out a sob, and he held her as she cried.

"Shhh. He's ok. He's with us. He's feisty, just like his mother."

"Stubborn, just like his father," Rebecca said with an exhausted sigh.

"He'll be fine," Steve told her, watching over as they cleaned and dressed him. They gave him oxygen, through a nasal cannula, but besides that, he was breathing on his own, better than what anyone would have predicted. Shuri came up to them, with the little baby wrapped in a blanket.

"We are going to put him in the incubator and keep him close for observation as a precaution. But besides having a little false start there I think he's perfect," She told them. "Just a little small…"

"Just like his daddy was," Steve said.

"Would you like to hold him before we take him?" Shuri asked. They both nodded. Steve took him, looking so small in his big arms. He looked nervous like he was afraid he was going to break him. He could feel the tears slip over his cheeks at the sight of his son.

"He is. Perfect," He said. He watched Rebecca sit up for a moment before he handed him to Rebecca. She smiled, holding the little bundle.

"Perfect... " Rebecca said, tears in her own eyes. "James..." She said, looking up at Steve. "I want to name him James," She said as the tears started to flow, looking at the baby, with the little tuft of brown hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes. Steve felt more tears slip down his face at that before he nodded.

"James it is," He told her.

"James. Rogers." Rebecca said, holding James to her.

A few days later, Rebecca was sitting in a bed, holding her tiny baby boy to her, settling him down after feeding him. Despite his early start, and small weight, he was perfect. Shuri had suspected it had something to do with his parents. But it didn't matter to her, as long as her baby was healthy.

She smiled at her son. Her James, and felt another tear slip from her eyes. They had lost so much, despite what they gained. The world was fractured, broken almost beyond repair. But despite that, they still had some much to look forward too.

She looked up when she heard her husband come in. She could tell he had been crying. It broke her heart. She knew he held himself responsible for it all, for all the pain and loss in the world. He carried the world on his shoulders, and nothing anyone could say to him made it any better.

He smiled at her, letting himself take a small comfort in his family's presence, and she smiled back to him, happy that they could give him that. She held one of her arms out holding their son with the other, as he came in, letting her comfort him. He held them close to him, not wanting to let go, holding on almost desperately.

She was worried about him. Worried for what the future held for them. Worried about what all this loss was doing to him. Worried what he would do, to make it right. Worried about how much more he could carry on those shoulders, before the weight of the world would eventually break him.

Notes: This is all I'm going to write for now. Maybe more but for now this is going to be finished for me.