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Chapter 25 - Ursbi

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A/n: Casually slides into the DM's after forgetting to update. Super sorry guys! I was in a car on the way to Arkansas and the weekend was insane. Enjoy!

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It was warmer than I thought it would be, but the chill in the air reminded me that it was still relatively early in the spring season. Breathing in the city air, I nodded once and set off down the sidewalk.

I had done my research before coming here for my mission, and knew exactly where I would spend my time looking out for my target. A Panera Bread on the route they reportedly took every day. That intel was thanks to Shuri's face tracking tech, some simple searching doing the rest for me.

I walked into the casual restaurant, going for the bathroom immediately. Before I had left the sanctum I shifted into a random person, and when in the bathroom I did that again, a woman who passed by the nursing home when I was entering the day before.

Stepping out I walked up to the front counter, ordering some food. When they had my order I sat down in a table close to the window, taking small sips of my water while I waited.

"Here you are," my waiter set my food in front of me.

"Thank you," I smiled politely, immediately digging in.

Knowing that I was pregnant, however recent, reminded me how important it was to eat good meals. Especially now that there was another person I would be caring for. I felt extremely thankful that I was given another batch of gunga last year at Varian's wedding. I had been using it sparingly, meaning I had enough to last throughout my pregnancy.

Taking my time eating despite my quick start, I stared out the window. My eyes only strayed from the street when my phone buzzed with a call from Steve. Picking it up I resumed my surveillance.

"Byph?"

"How's everything going? Eyes on the target yet?"

Steve, still in Wakanda- which was a secure location, could speak english, but because he now understood some Orveonian, we agreed it would be best to speak that in public situations where we would seem suspicious speaking about missions in a language everyone else could understand.

Upon hearing a displeased grumbling from behind me, I glanced over at a man sitting at the table behind me. Trying to ignore it, I answered Steve's question.

"Wy...Zign," my eyes caught sight of exactly who I was looking for, walking casually down the street, "Oru! Hixt hew fesh. Vust juh."

I ended the call abruptly. As I was picking up my purse the same man from before spoke. A few simple words that told me all I needed to understand why he was grumbling.

"Damn immigrants. Can't even bother to learn our language."

I turned around to face the man, scowling, "Can you speak more than one language fluently?" I took the man's silence as a no, "Can you understand other traditions? Cultures? Other norms? No? Then don't hate others for speaking their own language."

Letting at a small hum when he flushed in embarrassment and anger, I readjusted my purse on my shoulder and left. Luckily, the time it took to tell the man off didn't put me too far behind my target. I could rage about what he said later, I had other priorities at the moment.

Staying on the other side of the street and keeping eyes on them at the same time was difficult, but following them so closely would alert them and make them either attack or flee, which was the last thing I needed.

They walked into an apartment building, and it was then that I ran across the street. Counting the floors by the windows on the outside, I moved around to the side where the fire escape was located. It took some finagling to pull the rusted ladder down to my height, but when I did it was easy to climb up all of the floor.

Peeking inside windows was the most illegal thing I had ever done, but it was vital to the missions so I knew where I was.

"There," I stopped climbing when I looked inside a window on the floor I had counted up to. The items inside of the room that were within my range of vision told me easily that I was in the right spot, "Please don't try to kill me, now it's not just me I have to worry about now."

I slowly slid open the window, pausing every time it let out even the smallest of squeaks. It was slow and painful, full of anxiety over the thought of getting caught. When it was finally as far up as it would go I maneuvered my body through, nearly falling off and onto the floor.

Glancing around the room, I awkwardly sat down on the bed placed in the corner, shifting back into my natural form. I hadn't really thought everything through, just the basics. I was regretting that now that I was in the situation.

"Yeah I saw the leftovers in the fridge, I'll be sure to eat it for dinner. Love you too. Bye."

"Nice to see you again little ursbi."

Peter Parker. My target, or rather, my mission. It was a risky plan from the start, one I fudged the details on around Steve. He thought I would be observing and dropping off the package from a distance. This was direct contact. But, even before my pregnancy, my Maternal Avengers instincts were kicking in around him. He was so young, new to the horrors of being a hero. I wanted to help.

"M-Miss (Y/n)," Peter dropped his phone, staring at me in shock, "What are you doing here? Should I be worried? If this is about the airport I'm sorry that I had to fight against you. I really only did it because Mr. Stark asked me to-"

"Peter-"

"And I didn't want to let him down because I've always looked up to him and that was my chance to prove myself. Please don't kill me," Peter sucked in a deep breath of air after his tangent.

"I'm not here to harm you Peter," I assured him, reaching into my purse, "And I hope you won't harm me in return, or report me."

"I should though, shouldn't I? I mean you're wanted all over the world..." Peter trailed off, fidgeting with his hands, "I don't want to report you. You're really nice, and I don't think you did anything wrong."

"You can report me if you like, I can't stop you, but I'll be highly obliged to stop calling you ursbi at that point," I held out two velvet pouches, "This is why I'm here. I want you to have these. Think of it as a starting out present, even if you've been Spider-Man for a while."

"What are they?" Peter hesitantly took the bags from me.

"The blue powder is a multiplying substance, made from a crushed refined crystal. I don't understand the science behind your webs, but if you sprinkle that over it your supply will multiply. Be careful though, a little goes a long way. The purple powder is a sleeping draught. Nightmares come with the job."

"Are you sure they aren't drugs?"

I laughed at that, "That is one thing I would never even consider doing. I just want to make sure that you're going to be okay. It may seem strange, qwip, I don't entirely understand why I'm doing this, but you have an amazing potential. All you need is some guidance, and no offense, but most of the time Tony isn't where you'll find it."

"You can say that again," Peter sighed, "Thank you Miss. Altovar."

"It's Rogers now, actually. We got married on my planet."

"Cool! Space wedding! Ned would freak out," Peter beamed, setting the two bags on his desk, "Was it awesome? I'm sure it was awesome. It was really fancy wasn't it? Because you're a princess?"

"Yes and no," I shrugged, "That's a story I can't get into right now. I have one more thing for you. It's a com, fits almost anywhere. It's highly adaptable so you can put it into your suit as well. If you're ever in a pinch, and Tony can't help you out- or maybe Tony is the one in the pinch, you can contact us."

"Wow," Peter held out his hands so I could drop the small dime sized device into them, "Thank you. This is a lot to process, I kind of feel like I'm dreaming, but I know I'm not, and I'm also rambling."

I smiled, standing up and placing a gentle hand on Peter's shoulder, "If you can take anything away from the fact that I'm considered a criminal, you should understand that being a hero is not a one-way path. It's full of twists and turns that you'll have to maneuver the way you see fit. But if you stay true, you'll do just fine, even if the whole world says differently."

Peter nodded mutely, but when I moved towards the window again he spoke up, "You can just take the elevator out. You can shift into someone else right? I don't want you to go through the trouble of climbing back down again when you can go the easy way."

"You really are a hero ursbi," I grabbed his hand suddenly, muttering under my breath. Swirling red lines travelled from my wrist to his.

"Woah! What is that?" Peter jerked his hand back, observing the fading lines.

"Call it a 'pinky promise'. You can not tell anyone what I told you today. That doesn't stop you from reporting me. However, I trust you. It's hard to find people like you these days, I hope my baby grows up to be like you. Goodbye Peter."

"Goodbye Mrs. Rogers. Wait! Did you say-"

I closed Peter's room door behind me, cutting him off. Weird. I didn't even mean to make him aware of my pregnancy, it just came out. I shrugged, walking towards the front door, it must have been an instinctual thing, wanting to tell everyone I could the amazing news. I thought I would never be able to get pregnant with Steve, despite the... assistance we had tried on occasion.

Shifting into yet another random passerby, I stepped out of Peter's apartment and into the dimly lit hallway outside. The elevator was just on the other side of the hall, in my sights and easily accessible.

Pulling out my phone I sent Steve a quick text to let him know I was heading home, holding back the urge to tell him the good news. It wasn't personal enough to do it over text. This was his, our child. The least he deserved was to be told in person.

"Oh, sorry about that," I turned to face the person who just stepped out of the elevator, "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's fine."

Instead of freezing in fear like I was so tempted to do, I stepped into the elevator. Tony sent me a polite smile, looking straight through me as if he had no idea who I was. He didn't actually, because I was shifted, but it was nerve wracking being so close to my former teammate. Of course today of all days he was seeing Peter for whatever reason.

A shrill, repetitive beep came from Tony's watch. He looked down at it, then back at me. My breath hitched. I remembered back to when Hydra had taken over SHIELD, when I was on that ship and when the guards had detectors. But it couldn't-

"What were you doing with Peter, (Y/n)?"

I slammed my hand against the button meant to close the elevator doors. Time seemed to slow down as the metal doors went at a snails pass to meet in the middle. They gave Tony enough time to put his hand in between them, opening them back up at a faster speed.

"I'm pregnant!" I yelled out, receiving a strange look in return, "You wouldn't hurt a pregnant woman, would you?"

Tony sighed, pressing the lobby button. I took a step away from him. This situation was another thing to add to my list of reasons why I hated elevators.

"I've been keeping track of where you and your team have been travelling," Tony informed me, staring straight ahead, "You've tried your best, but you can't beat me."

"Why haven't you thrown us back in the prison then? Let them experiment on me again? I'm sure you've had plenty of chances. Qwip, you could knock me out right now and use me as blackmail. So why don't you?"

Tony shrugged. "You remind me of me a bit. We had that bonding moment with the whole Ultron fiasco too. I never wanted things to end up the way they did, and I thought a lot about what Bucky did... I kind of hate his guts, but it's not necessarily his guts that I hate at the same time. Weird how that works isn't it?"

"Does that mean you're going to let me leave and pretend nothing ever happened?"

"Regretfully," Tony let out a loud sigh when the elevator doors opened, "Don't let yourself get caught again. What were you doing with the kid anyways?"

"Helping him out a bit. There has to be a responsible adult looking after him after all," I stepped out, glancing back at Tony one last time, "We may disagree on a lot, but the fundamentals are still there."

"Yeah, yeah, sappy stuff and whatnot," Tony waved his hand dismissively as the door begins to close, "Congrats by the way, knew you two wouldn't be able to handle yourselfs."

I flushed at his statement, swiftly turning away and fleeing the building. Once on the streets I lifted the Talisman to my lips.

"Quinjet."

My body shifted, and I was on the quinjet meant to take me back to Wakanda. I set the course and took off.

Sitting down in the pilot's seat, I sighed tiredly. I was pregnant. Even though I had said it outloud at least twice, it was just now really setting in. I was going to have a child with Steve. Looking down at my stomach, I couldn't help but smile.

"I can't wait to meet you, and I swear that no matter what, your dad and I will always be your heroes."