A/N: So, this is just a little something that's been sitting on my flashdrive for a while now, so I buffed it up and decided to post it. Leave me a review to let me know what you think. I'll be posting every Friday night until all my chapters are used up (yes, this is complete, so I'll update unless there's some emergency) unless you guys hate it and don't want more. Anywho, drop a review to let me know and here's the first chapter.

Coulson:

Phil Coulson knew that the Black Widow was bad news, but couldn't say he was surprised when Clint decided to help her defect rather than kill her. His best agent was a great in the field and looked cold on the outside, but was a softie at heart. Seeing a tired and worn seventeen year old Black Widow had worn down his resolve and he ended up bringing her in. The archer's faith in the assassin made him blind to her actions which was why he was Coulson tailed her one night when she snuck out of her cell and went off base.

He only had to follow her for a little while before she was at an apartment and shoving a key in the lock, carefully looking around before entering. She hadn't seen him, but that was because Coulson was more than just the regular agent he looked like. He had had years of training and new how to blend. He also knew how to silently get into the apartment the Black Widow had just answered. Which he did.

He was shocked to hear voices at the end of the hall and kept to the shadows of the dark apartment while he watched. The Widow smiled and thanked whoever was there, a young man by the looks of it and passed him some cash. The man smiled back and left, telling the Widow he'd be back in thirty. The Russian nodded and Coulson crept forward some to get a better look at the scene in front of him and felt the shock down to his core when he saw the woman holding a black haired baby boy. He was falling asleep in her arms as she sang a Russian lullaby and Coulson couldn't find it in himself to break them apart just yet. Half an hour later, when the man came back, Natasha left and Coulson snuck into the baby boy's room. The boy couldn't have been more than a week old and as Coulson stared down at him, he woke up and stared at him with eyes identical to a certain assassin's. There were a few things Coulson knew for certain in that moment. One, the boy was an innocent civilian caught in a bad situation. Two, he was most definitely the Widow's son. Three, he was likely the only person on the planet the Widow cared about, and four; Coulson wasn't going to let them be separated no matter what.

He confronted the Black Widow the next day. She was lounging in her cell when he turned off the cameras and snuck into the room. "How old is he?"

Widow looked up, unimpressed. "Hawk? I'd put him in his mid-twenties. But shouldn't you already know that, Mr. SHIELD Agent?"

Coulson let out a breath of a chuckle. "No, your son. I know you have one. He has your eyes, by the way."

Were it not for the handcuffs around her wrists and ankles tying her to the bed, Coulson had no doubt that she would have been across the room and snapping his neck. "Touch him and I will end you."

Coulson held his hands up in the classic 'I Surrender' pose and offered a kind smile. "I'm not going to hurt you or your son. I just need a few answers so I can help you. Okay?" Widow nodded reluctantly and Coulson put down his hands. "How old is he?"

"Almost three weeks."

"He seems smaller than that."

"He was almost a month premature. Healthy, just small, thank god."

Coulson nodded. "Name?"

"Dmitri."

"Who's the man that takes care of him?"

"Just someone I pay well to look after him seeing as I'm tied up her. Literally."

Coulson gave another nod. "Okay. Well, I'm going to go about getting you transferred out of here to somewhere safe. We'll get Dmitri to you sometime soon after that. Got it?"

Widow looked shocked. "Why would you help me?"

Coulson gave a soft smile. "You defected from a powerful and terrifying corporation because you loved your son enough to get him out of that life. You deal with not seeing him for most of the day so he will be protected from yet another powerful and terrifying organization so you wouldn't have to lose him. I'm helping you because that boy deserves a mother and you are a mother that deserves to be in her son's life. I'm not going to take that from you because you were thrust into a bad situation as a child. I will do whatever I can to protect an innocent boy and that innocent boy will need his mother. That is why I am helping you. I'll be back soon to transfer you."

He turned to leave, but paused on his way out. "I'm going to need new names for both of you. He can keep his first name, but you need to come up with something new for the rest."

The Widow didn't even think. "Natasha Alianova Romanoff and Dmitri Nikolai Romanoff."

Coulson nodded and left.