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Your stomach was bloated so much that Natasha made jokes about you looking like a whale, really you didn't find it funny, she obviously did.

Your husband, Tony stark  was so excited about your little child that the nursery was already complete with Jarvis dusting and cleaning the room everyday. Little did you both know that you would be needing more then one nursery.

It was the middle of the day and you were laying on the couch with your phone in your hand and biscuits on your stomach like it was a serving platter. Sunlight streamed through the tower and you laid in the Rays like a cat, trying to find warmth on this particularly cold day.

You heard a slight rumble come from somewhere in the tower and rolled your eyes at the probability of your husband doing something that was no good. The door swung open and you ignored whoever it was and focused on the pacman level that wasn't working for you and the footsteps stopped behind you.

"I'm not in the mood to talk." You grumbled and a hand placed itself over your mouth roughly and yanked you into a tight grasp.

"That's good, we weren't going to." An unfamiliar male hissed and you gave a small whimper as he grabbed you tight and yanked you over the couch, "Huh, your pregnant Mrs Stark?"

You let out a cry as he pushed you to the ground and advanced on you quickly, roughly stomping towards you with booted feet.

"Tony!" You screamed and covered your stomach from anything that was about to happen, "Tony, help!"

A booted foot planted into your jaw and knocked you backwards, into the bar where your head cracked against the smooth granite bench top.

"This is for my brother," he grunted and lifted you to your feet with aggravation and a manic grin, "Stark took his life so it's only fair I take away something of his."

You screamed out for Tony again, desperately wanting to do something about the man, going to take away your life but something else happened entirely. He shoved a blade into your stomach.

You cried out in pain and horror at the thought of your baby, your poor baby suffering through this with you. But wouldn't get the see daylight. He yanked out the blade and it was coated in blood, yours and your child's.

"Y/n, No!" Tony screamed and you sobbed as the man was shot in the head with a beam of light from your husband. You dropped to the floor with a sob on your lips and your arms wrapping around your stomach trying to protect your baby from something that had already happened.

You started bleeding profusely on the ground, your stab wound not being the only place that was gushing blood and more sobbing made its way out of your lips as you shaking stood to your feet, blood staining the carpet and your dress looking like something out of a horror film.

"Oh god." Tony whispered as he advanced on you, kicking the man out the window previously but you didn't care about him. Not one bit.

"I'm so sorry," you hiccuped as he swung you bridal style and flew out the shattered glass window, "I couldn't do anything."

Not a word was spoken from iron man, you only bleed over his suit as your continued flying through the air, becoming dizzied and dizzier as the seconds flew by. The cold wind whipped your hair over your face and it felt like it was slashing at you for not protecting your child, you didn't save your baby.

Everything became a blur suddenly and you couldn't see which way was up or down. You didn't know how to breathe, how the hell were you meant to open your eyes?

"Please! My wife is pregnant and she's been stabbed!"

And then you passed out

***

A monotone beeping noise awoke you from your sleep. You were in a comfortable bed with scratchy blankets thrown over you and a dull light flickering beside you.

Turning you found your Tony, looking depressed and dazed on his phone, playing what looked like minecraft and building complicated deigns you couldn't begin to decipher.

"Tony." You croaked and his head snapped up to y/c/e with shock and sadness displayed in them.

"Y/n." He mumbled and pressed the nurse button on the remote control that was next to your bed. His eyes flickered over your face and he gave you a soft kiss, avoiding hugging with the amount of needles in your body.

"Where's the baby?" You asked and his face dropped, a sob built its way up in your throat and the billionaire saw your eyes water. Your heart beat became faster and he shed a single tear, quickly wiping it away with one hand.

"There... There was two." He whispered and you wrapped your arms around your mid section, feeling the flat stomach that was now there.

"What happened?" You asked as the nurse walked into the room with a clipboard in hand and a grim smile on her face.

"They didn't make it y/n."

And with that one sentence you became a mess. You couldn't save everyone.