Anastasia Romanoff always looked up to her older sister, Natasha. Ever since they had left the Red Room and joined S.H.I.E.L.D. with the help of their good friend and partner, Clint Barton. Though, the two troubled young women never expected to join...
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"What is this place?" Thor asks Clint as we all walk toward a beautiful, isolated farmhouse in Missouri.
"Safehouse," Tony answers.
I keep my arm linked with Nat's, knowing she is as shaken up like me after Wanda got into all of our heads except Clint's. We already know where we are, having known Clint for a long time.
"Honey?" Clint calls out as we enter. "I'm home," A very pregnant Laura enters the living room. "Company. Sorry, didn't call ahead."
"Hey," She pecks his lips before bringing him into a hug.
"This is an agent of some kind," Tony insists in disbelief.
"Gentlemen, this is Laura," Clint introduces his wife to the men.
"I know all of your names," She chuckles.
"Ooh, incoming," Clint says as we all hear running footsteps.
"Dad!" Lila exclaims, jumping into her dad's arms as Cooper follows after her.
"These are smaller agents," Tony adds.
"Of course, they are," I pat his shoulder before smiling at the children. "Where's my hug?"
"Auntie Ana," Lila runs into my arms. I try to fight the jealousy as I hold the child. The one thing I'll never have. A thing that was painfully taken from me and my sister. "Is Auntie Nat here, too?"
"Of course, she is," Nat smiles from behind the girl. I hand Lila to her, going to ruffle up Cooper's hair.
"Sorry for barging in on you," Steve apologizes like the polite man he is.
"Yeah, we would have called," Tony begins. "But we were busy having no idea that you existed."
"Yeah, well, Fury helped me set this up when I joined," Clint explains. "He kept it off S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. I'd like to keep it that way."
I chuckle as Thor's big feet step on Legos. I walk up to Laura where Nat is already touching her stomach gently.
"How's little Natasha, huh?" Nat asks Laura.
"She means Anastasia?" I look at Laura.
"I told you guys I can't choose between your name," Laura chuckles.
"It's okay," I give her a hug. "Anastasia's prettier," I whisper.
"She's a boy," Laura informs us.
"Traitor," Nat tells her belly.
"Hmm," I think. "How about Nathaniel Anakin Barton?"
"Anakin?" Nat cocks an eyebrow at me.
"Best male version name of mine I can come up with," I shrug. "And I like Star Wars," I add before turning my head as Steve follows Thor outside.
