Wanda's birthday party was small considering she didn't know many people outside of the team. Clint had brought his whole family, all three kids and their newest baby Stella. Nathaniel was now seven years old while Lila and Cooper were thirteen and fifteen respectively. They self entertained around the Compound pretty well, but Cassie was there with Scott so they weren't the only kids. Nathaniel was best friends with Morgan and FRIDAY was watching over the entire building, so no one was really worried about what the kids would get into while the adults talked.

"Wanda, you said you wanted vanilla ice cream, right?" Pepper asked, looking in the freezer that had been locked for the past few days. Wanda nodded and Pepper counted the cartons of vanilla they had. There were only seven and she could have sworn she'd gotten eight. Suspicious, she opened the trash can to discover an empty vanilla carton. She rolled her eyes but ignored it when she saw Wanda and Vision actively avoiding her eyes with red faces.

The front door opened as Steve and Natasha walked into the Compound, immediately being attacked by Nathaniel and Morgan. Natasha stumbled backward at the impact, colliding with Steve's chest. She grinned, happy to see Morgan had made a complete recovery from her flu if the wide grin and constant energy was anything to go by.

"Hi, Auntie Nat!" Nathaniel yelled, throwing his arms around her waist. Natasha leaned down and kissed his head, hugging him back just as tight.

"Hey, Nate," she replied. She moved out of the way so Steve could join Pepper in the kitchen and smiled as he scooped Morgan up in one arm. "Are you here to help cook or to eat all the food?"

"To eat all the food!" Nathaniel exclaimed. Natasha laughed and walked with him further into the Compound. He climbed up a stool at the counter and watched as Natasha joined his mom and Aunt Pepper in the kitchen. Steve still had Morgan in one arm and was trying to navigate his way to the sink, but it wasn't working too well.

"Alright," he said, using one arm to hold Morgan's legs up and the other to hold up her back. "Over you go," he told her, lifting her over the counter and stretching to put her on a stool beside Nathaniel. She giggled, nearly falling out of Steve's grip, and kneeled on the stool to watch the adults better. After a while, Nathaniel and Morgan got bored and disappeared outside to play until they were done.

Natasha was in the middle of stirring some sauce when her stomach tightened. She stopped, grabbing onto the counter as her stomach flipped around inside her and tried to throw up her breakfast. She choked down the vomit and waved Steve over to stir the sauce.

"Are you alright?" he asked, using one hand to stir and resting the other on her lower back. Natasha nodded, struggling to keep down another bout of vomit that had risen up her throat.

"I'll be right back," she said quickly. She hurried out of the kitchen and down the hall to the nearest bathroom. She had barely kicked the door shut and collapsed in front of the toilet before she threw up what little breakfast she'd had. Once her stomach had been emptied, she started to dry heave over the toilet. Her throat burned and each heave was painful, but eventually she stopped.

She pushed herself up from the floor and flushed the toilet. She'd just finished washing out her mouth when the need to vomit again overcame her. Her stomach had already been emptied and she was only throwing up stomach acid at this point. She didn't dry heave nearly as long this time and sat back against the wall once she'd finished. She took slow, deep breaths and reached up to feel her forehead. She didn't feel warm, but she doubted she'd be able to tell very well herself.

"FRIDAY?" she asked, her voice scratchy from throwing up.

"Yes, Mrs. Rogers?" FRIDAY replied. Natasha pushed herself back off the floor, trembling slightly as she stepped towards the sink and washed out her mouth again.

"What's going on with me?" she asked. FRIDAY was quiet as she quickly analysed Natasha. She flushed the toilet again then washed her hands before FRIDAY answered.

"It appears you are suffering from morning sickness," FRIDAY told her. Natasha frowned. Wasn't that something pregnant women got? There was absolutely no way she was pregnant; the Red Room was nothing if not effective at sterilizing their agents.

"I'm sorry, what?" Natasha asked. FRIDAY repeated her previous diagnosis.

"I am picking up two heartbeats and the presence of a small being inside you," FRIDAY told her. Natasha barely heard FRIDAY's next words as she processed what this meant, but they still echoed through her head. "You appear to be about three months pregnant, Mrs. Rogers."