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"I’m pregnant."
Natasha sat in the car, still trying to process her own words. What she thought had been a missed period due to stress and a stomach bug turned out to be… that. According to her doctor, the pregnancy was a little over two months along.
"I'm pregnant?" she repeated to herself. It wasn't supposed to be possible, not with what the Red Room had done to her. "I'm pregnant…"
She didn't know what to feel. Children had never been something she thought about, certainly not something she had ever planned on having. Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket and shook her out of her thoughts.
"Hey Tasha," Clint said on the other line when she answered. “Just calling to see how the doctor visit went.”
"I'm pregnant."