Romanogers One-Shots

James Rogers

Steve and Natasha have a son named James Rogers and he is there through the entire plot of endgame. Requested by tainted_dreams.

James Rogers was born about 7 months after the snap. He was a surprise to both Natasha and Steve but they loved him more then anything.

Together, they raised him to honor their friends who had died in the snap and also to be close with the remaining avengers.

He was nearly five when they started the quest to bring everyone back.

Natasha was overwhelmed with worry.

She couldn't help thinking about all of the possible things that could go wrong. Right now she had almost everything she could have dreamed of.

A son, a loving husband, a family. She was the happiest she had ever been.

It was hard to justify putting all of that at risk.

Steve had noticed her concern. After putting James to sleep one night, he took a seat besides her and grabbed her hand.  "You ok?"

Natasha nodded, "Just worried."

Steve wrapped his arm around Natasha and sighed. "Me too, but everything will be fine. The machine works. We will get the stones and be back in what'll feel like five seconds. James will never even notice we left."

"That's if everything goes according to plan...which it never does. What if...what if one of us dies? Or both of us? There's so many uncertainties. I just can't help but worry something might happen." Natasha said, looking down.

Steve frowned. "Nothing will happen Nat. And if something does happen, there are plenty of people who would do anything for James. No matter what, he will be loved. I promise."

Natasha leaned her head on Steve's shoulder and sighed. "Is it selfish that I'm worried I'll lose all this? I finally have the life I always wanted. It's hard for me to risk it all for a possible solution to the snap."

"It's not selfish. I don't want to risk it either. But I just keep telling myself that I'm doing this so that my friends can have the same chance I did. So that everyone who died or lost lived ones in the snap can have a chance to get the life we did. We have to at least try."

Natasha nodded. "I hate when you're right."

Steve laughed and kissed Natasha's forehead. "Lucky for you, that's not very often."

Natasha smiled and grabbed Steve's hand. "Promise you'll be careful tomorrow. You can't die. If you do I'll kill you."

Steve nodded. "I promise, you can't die either Nat. I'll be utterly devestated if you do."

Natasha nodded. "I won't."

Steve kissed her one more time and they went off to bed.

The next morning, they said goodbye to James a few minutes before leaving for the compound.

"I love you, be good." Natasha said, kissing her son's forehead and tickling him softly, just to hear his laugh.

James hugged her and clung to him mother's neck. "Do you have to go?"

Natasha nodded and kneeled down on the floor to be eye level with him.

"Remember when we told you about Uncle Sam, Aunt Wanda and Uncle Bucky?"

James nodded.

"Well, now we might be able to bring them home and save them. We'll be back soon though. I promise."