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“ Unfortunately I’m kind of superpowerless... ” she admitted when a playful pout, stepping in closer to take his hands as she looked up at him.  “-but I do have a perfectly good apartment and a roommate visiting her parents... ” their dates had yet to end at her place. 

“Forgive me, I’m not...sure what to say.”

Natalia went silent. She couldn’t look at the man she was betrothed to, scared of saying the wrong words or upsetting her father after he worked so hard to secure her place. 

The princess wasn’t keen on leaving her home to reside with her new husband and was terrified of what her new life would hold. She simply wasn’t ready to rule. 

When she’s alone, it’s a different story. There’s a lot of pensive staring into her bathroom mirror between bouts of throwing up (both nervous and hormone-induced), laying on her couch like a wet towel, and thinking hard as evidenced by gripping her chin in her hand and glaring at the ceiling. It’s real thrilling stuff.

Honestly, she’s even annoying herself after three weeks of agonizing to no result. The obvious choice should have been immediate and definitive, but she can’t quite decide to treat this thing like a cancer to be purged or a miracle to be protected. She lays in bed at night with both hands clenched over her stomach, arguing with herself. Counting the cells within as they divide.

There’s nothing else for it. She has to tell her husband she’s pregnant. 

“-Oh sorry, you were serious?”

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             It's not exactly that Faith's not listening. She's not, but in her defense, she's a bit busy at the moment. Searching the pockets of the now-headless lizard dude who decided to make a name for himself in a crowded outlet mall.

Mostly all the civilians are gone. Scattered, like the smart sheep they are, and that's good for everyone involved because it means a lack of casualties. This thing, though, whatever it is barely put up a fight and that's never a good sign.

He still felt disorientated, his head spinning and trying to grasp hold of the fact that he had nearly DIED. Though the bullet wounds had healed while he had been comatose, Pietro could still feel the searing hot pain of them entering, of that cold vice that had gripped him in those moments. Those memories had been enough to send Pietro fleeing after he finally woke up, running just ANYWHERE, he didn’t care about the destination. And that had apparently been enough to bring Steve looking for him Pietro briefly had to question how he had been found. Maybe he’d simply followed reports of a blur and a man with silver hair to this location, either way it set Pietro on edge with how easily he could be found and words meant to soothe a still racing heart did next to NOTHING.

𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈, 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇. It wasn’t like they had much time apart from each other -- they didn’t have that much space at their disposal to get any time away from each other. “You’ve been staring at me for almost ten minutes now, you know that, right ??” A pause. “Is this you pulling a Drax and thinking you’re going to turn invisible if you keep still for an eternity ?? Because I think we all proved that doesn’t work. And you staring isn’t flattering -- it’s kind of creepy.”