Precious...But Not The Same...Bruce/Natasha!!!!!
They had just adopted him, and he was gone...Three months... He was only 15 months when it happened, and Natasha was so broken.
"Pertussis kills...thousands of infants a year in America alone, I'm sorry, both of you, I really am, but it was already too late," the doctor had explained.
"Natasha? You in here?" Bruce calls as he gets home.
He sees her on the couch, exactly where he left her, completely unmoved.
He was hurt too, but he knows how much this meant to her, and how hard it was to hold him while he coughed, and coughed, before he just stopped breathing, because he wanted his mommy...
Bruce sets down the bundle in his arms.
The broken woman is surprised by a wet, warm tongue assaulting her face.
The little puppy's tail wags wildly as he licks her.
"Bruce?!" Natasha laughs, picking up the puppy.
"Nothing's going to replace him, but Trix here can numb the pain a little," Bruce kisses Nat.