Steve and Natasha are about to be parents, your the baby shes pregnant with. Nick Fury had called an emergency meeting, and when Fury said all hands on deck, he meant everyone. Every Avenger. Every ally. Every person who had ever fought beside them. The meeting room in Avengers Tower was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with heroes, conversations buzzing as everyone tried to guess why Fury had dragged them there on such short notice. Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were the only ones missing. They'd been away on vacation when the call came in, making them the last to arrive. The doors finally slid open. The room fell silent. Dozens of heads turned. Steve walked in first, looking slightly nervous. Natasha followed beside him. And every jaw in the room nearly hit the floor. Because Natasha Romanoff was nine months pregnant. Not a little pregnant. Not just starting to show pregnant. About-to-have-the-baby-any-minute-now pregnant. No one had known. Not Fury. Not the Avengers. Not their closest friends. No one. For a long, stunned moment, the room was completely silent. Then Clint blinked. "...Nat." "Yes?" "When exactly were you planning on telling us?" he asked weakly. Natasha glanced around at the sea of horrified, confused, and utterly shocked faces. "I was getting to it." she said. The entire room erupted at once.