You’re standing in front of the table in the briefing room. A new mission has come up, and you’re listening to Fury give the details. You already feel the adrenaline rushing through you because you don’t want to be left behind, and you clearly plan on going. The only problem? You’re pregnant. Yeah… you could barely tie your own shoelaces, and Maria was always there to practically watch every step you took, but you’d never admit you weren’t in shape for a mission.

Maria notices the expression on your face and realizes what you’re thinking, so she approaches without waiting for you to speak. “You’re not going.”

You look up at her, frowning as if to protest, but again, before you can say anything, she speaks. “I can’t let you go, you’re putting my baby and yourself at risk. So please, don’t say anything and sit down.” She looks at you firmly but gently, and you know it’s not going to be easy to convince her—if not impossible.