Steve: Hey, wake up, sleepyhead. *ruffles her head, trying to wake her up*
Natasha: *growls into her pillow, slaps his hand away* F*ck off, Rogers. *covers her face with her pillow*
Steve: Please wake up, Nat. Its 9 in the morning.
Natasha: So why aren't you going out? Let me live.
Steve: It's cold outside. How the hell am I supposed to go outside at 9?
Natasha: On second thought, maybe I will. *jumps off the bed* Nope, too cold. This is better. Might even take off my clothes, unless you get back here. *jumps back on the bed, covers herself with blankets*
Steve: *smiles, quirks his eyebrows* Fine. I'll go. But atleast be down for breakfast.
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Natasha: Bye. We'll have more fun without you.
Steve: *turns back at her, frowns* We?
Natasha: Well, me and our baby. *rubs her stomach*
Steve: *jaw drops* You're-you- pregnant? With my--
Natasha: Yep.
Steve: You know what? I wouldn't mind staying in bed either. *walks back into the bed, sniffs*
Natasha: Are you crying? Because I already cried a sh*tton when I saw the positive sign. Thats why I am now drained of all emotions. *sees Steve's judging look* Oh come on, I cried when Jack died and Rose said she'll never let go, and I cried when Hooch died. Fine, I'll cry, just for you. *fake cries*
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Steve: If you didn't look adorable, I would be slightly pissed at you. But . . . damn it, why are you so cute?
Natasha: Because I am tiny, anything I do is cute. Even pushing Barnes down the stairs. Or even losing my temper and punching you.
