A/N: Warning for descriptions of labor, delivery, and a public make out session. :)

"What a great idea Tony! Refurbish the entire floor while they're away on their honeymoon with your pregnant wife. Genius. I'm sure it's perfectly healthy for her to be moving stuff around and breathing in that smell of fresh paint."

Stark reaches over, shamelessly smacking Clint Barton upside his head;

"How about you stop whining so much and help me."

Pepper walks slowly into the room, clutching a few framed photographs;

"Don't worry about me Clint, all I'm doing is decorating."

He throws his head back when he hears Thor's booming voice echoing off of the walls;

"Have you requested my assistance Master Stark?"

He smirks, "Yes I have muscle boy, go help Steve move a few things around will you?"

Jane Foster smiles when Pepper stands behind her, admiring a few pictures they already put on display. Darcy comes running with the dog behind her, jumping onto the bed to escape his barking and shameless game of tag;

"Alex! Wait! Aunty Darcy needs to breathe you crazy pooch!"

The Anatolian Shepherd barks for her to get onto his level, tail wagging quick enough to knock into Pepper's hip. She smirks, leaning over as much as she can with her large belly to pet his head;

"You're a good boy Alex. Where's Darcy? Go get Darcy."

Darcy pants dramatically, running to chase him down the stairs;

"Okay crazy, let's go dog. Zoom zoom."

Jane laughs, "What's that?"

"His word for 'run'. What's cool is he does it on command because of it."

Tony pushes desk into the corner, glancing over the bedroom to make sure it meets his approval;

"It looks nice Pep. You do good work."

She crosses her arms, parking herself on the edge of their bed;

"Thanks. Jane and Darcy helped."

Steve lifts his eyebrows, shaking his head when he clarifies;

"Darcy helped keep the dog entertained."

Thor comes running in, cupped fist when his eyes light up;

"My friends! I have a wonderful surprise."

The CEO gives him a look, "I'm nervous, what's in your hand Thor."

Jane leans over cautiously, screaming when he exposes a small spider;

"Kill it!"

Stark laughs hysterically when Foster starts to flinch, jumping around as if she's covered with insects;

"Oh, that's priceless. JARVIS, you recording this?!"

Pepper squirms uncomfortably, more for the pain and odd sensation occurring in her lower belly. She jumps over what feels like a sharp kick, flicking her eyes up in Stark's direction;

"Tony...?"

Thor close his fist gently around his discovery, eyes focused on the woman in front of him;

"Lady Stark, have you taken ill?"

She lowers her head, focusing on her body;

"Tony the baby's coming."

He gives her a look, "Oh come on, it's just another false contraction-"

"I'm not kidding Tony, I am going to have this baby!"

His mouth drops open, still not believing her completely, "Pep?"

She heads out of the room, leaning on the wall for support;

"Either you take me to the hospital, or I'll drive myself!"

Tony catches her when she takes an extra step forward, watching her cringe, "Talk to me hon."

She shakes her head, "It just feels like a lot of pressure, it's not bad...oh Lord."

Rogers dashes forward, "Okay let's go."

Clint shakes his head, following behind them when he checks his phone;

"You guys go ahead, I'll stay back and wait for Nat."

Stark holds her up, eyes widening when she mumbles, "I think my water just broke."

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Natasha smiles when she runs a hand through her hair, taking her time when she walks beside her husband through the small airport. She's content with Banner's gentle arm wrapped around her lower back. Natasha forces her balance onto the sides of her feet when they finally make it outside, waiting patiently for Happy to pick them up and take them back to the tower.

Bruce scoffs when he feels her phone buzzing;

"I liked not having that thing on for a week."

She smirks, "Me too. We should make one day of the week for just the two of us."

He nods, "Sure. Thursdays?"

"Sounds good. Hang on Bruce it's Clint; Hi Clint, what's up?- Now?!- Uh...I guess- We'll be right there."

His eyes narrow, rubbing her back when he sees Happy pull up seemingly just in time;

"What's wrong Natasha?"

She releases a sigh as if she wasn't ready to be thrown right back into reality so soon after her honeymoon;

"Everyone's at the hospital. Barton says she's going into labor."

He sighs as if he shares her same sentiment, taking her hand when they jump into the car;

"Come on."

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Tony leaps out of his chair when the couple walk in with Happy behind them, running to Bruce when he practically drags him along;

"Welcome back. Can you come in the room with me? Please? I want to make sure these dumb doctors do everything correctly."

Banner glances towards his red-haired wife as if to say 'I'm sorry', and ask for her permission. She smirks half-heartedly, kissing his cheek before a member of the hospital staff makes their way over to Tony;

"Mr. Stark? You're wife is looking for you."

Tony grips his friend's wrist, tugging him along when he follows the nurse.

Natasha wraps her arms around herself, closing her eyes to catch a breath and relive a moment of their peaceful time together. She smiles, too happy to hold a grudge for too long, even if little miss 'Antonia' ruined her plans of an evening for just the two of them.

Clint crosses his arms when he stands behind her;

"Well, welcome back to reality."

She nods, contorting her mouth, "At least we didn't get called for a mission."

"Did you have a nice time?"

"Yes."

Darcy leans over curiously, "Did you take pictures?"

Romanoff smiles when Jane leans over her opposite side;

"I want to hear everything."

Maria Hill strolls past the girls, as if she's making fun of Darcy's pattern of singing when she's happy or excited;

"Tell me more, tell me more."

Lewis smirks, not missing a beat;

"How much dough did he spend?"

Natasha shakes her head over her interrogation, watching Clint head over towards Maria;

"You showed up!"

Hill shrugs, parking herself in a chair before picking up a magazine;

"Surprised?"

"A little."

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Tony fixes his eyes on his wife, swallowing heavily when her screams echo off of the walls. The nurses try to console her, keeping her comfortable through her labor;

"Breathe Mrs. Stark, it's okay."

She pants, feeling Tony brush his hand over her forehead;

"You're doing great honey, I'm right here. Bruce is with me so you'll be fine."

Banner holds his head, over the comment, eyes vague when his heart starts to drop over the scene for a number of reasons. He pinches himself, refocusing on Pepper after glancing at a few of her monitors. He mumbles, unable to control his tongue whether it was his place or not;

"Why isn't she pushing?...She's at 10 centimeters right? Is that what you're doing?"

Stark glances over his shoulder, eyes wide as if he's silently asking him to step in or just take over. The young nurses give the dark-haired physician a look, begging him for help.

Bruce glances up at the ceiling, eyes full when he wonders how he always gets dragged into painful situations. He frantically takes a spot beside the nurses, coaching them through the process. He mumbles, frustrated with the hired help;

"Oh come on, what'd you go to school for? Push Pepper."

She shrills over a contraction, wanting so badly to throw Tony's hand from off her shoulder. A nurse looks up at Bruce mouthing a question she has mid-process. Her eyes widen, visibly afraid of making the wrong move.

He nods patiently, paying close attention to her every move. He lifts a hand to stop her from urging Pepper to push again realizing she's not ready after the typical count to ten. he waits until she's as comfortable as she's going to get before continuing;

"Now Pepper."

Banner gently coaches her with his soft voice and gentle touch, paying close attention to the look on her face and her body's reaction to the process. He feels like he's sweating bullets, nervously looking out for both mother and baby. Pepper moans, beyond exhausted;

"I'm so tired Bruce."

He contorts his mouth, gently rubbing her knee, "Just a little longer Pepper. Hang on."

Tony swallows hard, gripping her shoulder a little tighter when she shrills;

"Hang on honey, it's okay."

She scoffs coldly, "Yeah, that's easy for you to say! God it hurts!"

Bruce glances back at her eyes just as reassuring as his tone;

"Look at me Pepper, breathe."

He coaches her through it, getting back to 'work' when her muscles relax a little more. The youngest member of her inexperienced team looks up with a smile after a few more minutes;

"I can see a head!"

Bruce smirks over her excitement, watching Tony's eyes glow with nervous anticipation. Banner waits for the baby to struggle her arms free before pushing Stark in between the nurses. A smile spreads over Tony's face when he holds the hands of his little girl with a little help from Bruce. He bites his lip, feeling a tear slip down his cheek when he calls to his wife;

"Oh my God Pepper!"

The nurses help Stark lay his baby over Pepper's sore abdomen, calling to the poor mother;

"Congratulations on your daughter Mrs. Stark."

Tony runs to his wife, planting a big kiss over her mouth;

"I'm so proud of you."

She laughs, relieved it's all over;

"Yeah yeah. I'm exhausted."

Bruce watches carefully while the team performs their routine examination on both mother and baby, wanting so badly to just go home with his wife and relax over a cup of warm tea.

Stark's eyes follow his daughter carefully, smiling while Pepper holds his hand through the rest of the process;

"She's beautiful Pepper. Are you okay?"

She smirks, "Great. Just very tired."

The nurses give Banner a huge smile, knowing he just saved their jobs. One of them bravely whispers to him;

"That was our first labor. We just got out of college."

Banner nods cautiously;

"Well, I think you should probably observe a few more before attempting one on your own. Okay?"

"Okay. Oh, Mrs. Stark, are you up to nursing?"

Pepper rolls her eyes, just wanting to curl up with her newborn and sleep. She laughs it off when she opens her arms to hold her baby correctly, nodding towards the young girl;

"Sure, why not? Come here Antonia."

Tony shakes his head, admiring his daughter when he addresses the physicist;

"Am I just be partial or is she the prettiest baby you ever laid eyes on?"

Bruce smirks;

"She's cute Tony. Feisty little thing."

"Yeah?"

"Wonder where she gets it from."

"Her mother."

Stark snaps his pictures, getting a look from Pepper when she grits her teeth;

"Get that phone away from me."

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Natasha tip toes her way into the room when they call for their visitors, biting her lip when she sees the baby in Tony's arms. Pepper smiles when she sees the red-head;

"Natasha, how are you?"

She smirks, hands laid across her abdomen as if she could 'feel' her pain;

"Forget me, how are you doing?"

She chuckles, "Better. Tony turn around so she can see the baby."

'Daddy' has a grin over his face when he shows off his daughter;

"She's got her mommy's hair and my eyes."

Clint curiously looks over Natasha's shoulder;

"Okay, that thing is cute."

An almost devious smirk spreads over Tony's face when he looks at his friend;

"Okay Uncle Brucey, your turn."

Banner lifts his head from off the wall, hands still shoved into his pockets;

"Tony I-"

He can barely say a word before Stark leaves the baby in his arms. Pepper smirks, watching the way he skillfully holds her child. Stark crosses his arms, half-way hoping the girl would keep carrying on the way she did for him. He shakes his head sarcastically when Bruce manages to stop her from crying almost instantly.

Her tiny eyes look up at him, clearly comfortable in his gentle hold and calm demeanor. He talks to her softly, using his thumb to dry a stray tear from her initial fit when Tony was holding her. He smirks, lock over his eye when he glances at the engineer;

"What did Daddy do to you?"

His eyes narrow sarcastically, "Excuse me?"

"It's okay Sweety, he makes me mad too."

"Okay, Uncle Bruce is bad association. I will not be made the enemy."

He whispers playfully back at the baby, "Daddy's just jealous we're friends already."

Natasha smiles, staying close to Banner when Pepper makes her comment;

"You know your husband lead our birthing team. Damn nurses had no clue what they were doing."

Tony nods in a agreement;

"Seriously. And thanks for not hulking out halfway through."

The physician gives him a look before brushing the light hair from off the baby's forehead. Romanoff shifts her focus between Antonia and Bruce, swallowing hard when she sees how his eyes seem to soften over the child in his arms. She closes her eyes to take a deep breath, watching the way both Tony and Pepper seem to be glowing.

Stark gives Natasha a wink;

"Give your wife a turn Doc."

Bruce glances over at the red-head, eyes wide when she subtly but firmly shakes her head 'no'.

Stark reaches out to take his baby when Bruce gently hands her to him, already urging Natasha to hold out her arms. Banner's eyes go wide, knowing the red-head's bound to kill the engineer for forcing it on her;

"Tony she's not feeling good."

Stark waves his hand after 'abandoning' Antonia in Romanoff's arms;

"So she'll develope an immune system."

Natasha's heart drops immediately when she holds the child, whispering to her husband for a little help;

"I've never held a newborn before."

He sighs with a grin, moving her elbow up just a little;

"Support her head Natasha."

"Like that?"

"Yep. You've got it."

She loses her smile, focused on the baby in her arms when she curls up to nuzzle into her. Natasha looks up when she sees Pepper take a picture;

"I'm sorry, you look cute with a baby in between you."

Clint puckers his lips on the sidelines, covering his forehead when he catches a glimpse of her sharp green eyes that seemed to spell out 'death'. Bruce rubs her shoulder consolingly, getting her to calm down and soften her focus. He whispers to her before biting his cheek;

"You alright?"

She shakes her head 'no' a second time, ready to throw up over her conflicting emotions. She hands the baby back to Pepper with a smile before standing beside the physicist with a straight face;

"I need air, or a walk...or a drink. Something strong."

Banner nods, taking the hint, "Well let's, stay away from the liquor okay? You know how I feel about that."

She nods, regretting her comment when she sees the look on his face, "Can we walk then?"

He lays a hand over her upper back before glancing over his shoulder;

"We'll be right back Tony."

Stark gives him a wave when the couple discreetly make their way out the door;

"Have fun."

Pepper cuddles her child, kissing the top of her head before looking at her husband;

"Are they alright?"

He shrugs, "Bruce said she wasn't feeling good. Maybe she's prego herself."

Pepper gives him a look, as if she's ready to kill him. He shrugs;

"What?! It happens."

Steve Rogers shakes his head with an eye roll, "Or maybe she's exhausted from their trip."

Clint chimes in, watching Maria scoop up Antonia from out of the corner of his eye;

"Exactly. Give 'em a day or two, they'll be fine."

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Natasha walks quietly, shoving her hands into her pockets while she keeps to herself. Bruce contorts his mouth when he sees her blank look, clearly in no mood for conversation based on how tightly her jaw was set.

He releases a sigh, not wanting to get into her personal space or rub her the wrong way;

"I can't read minds you know."

She scoffs with a subtle grin, "I know."

He smirks when he sees her expression change, nudging into her side. She smirks a little wider over his playful push, moving to nudge him back. He gives her a sideways glance, watching her seemingly waiting to be pushed back.

Bruce rolls his tongue over his cheek, scooping her into his arms before blowing warm air over the side of her neck. She giggles when he tickles her sides, big smile over her face when she squirms in his gentle hold. He loves her smile and the way she laughs.

Natasha shakes her head pressing his back into the side of a building for playful revenge. She grips his wrist, pinning his hands over his head to prevent him from tickling her. She lifts her eyebrows with a coy smile over her face slowly pressing her mouth against his. She intertwines her fingers in-between his, slowly letting their arms drop to their sides while their lips stay busy.

Bruce tenderly wraps his arms around her waist to pull her close to him, brushing her hair behind her ear;

"Talk to me."

She shrugs, scoffing when she lowers her focus;

"Later."

"Promise me."

Natasha takes his hand from her cheek, giving him a wink as she carefully slides it over her shoulder and down her side;

"I promise."

He shakes his head with an eye roll, biting his lip before tilting her head to kiss her neck. Her eyes close, wrapping her hand around the back of his head to keep him where he is. She exhales softly, smile on her face when he goes back to her mouth. She lifts her thigh over his hip, feeling his quick hand catch underneath her knee.

The couple chuckle when a man walks by, mumbling to himself loud enough for them to hear;

"Get a room please? There's a nice hotel across the street."

They stammer to pull away, realizing their current audience doesn't approve of such public affection. Natasha brushes herself off inconspicuously when Bruce talks for the both of them;

"Sorry Sir, we're okay."

She smirks when Bruce intertwines their fingers, lifting the back of her hand up to his lips. Natasha leans into him when they start to walk back, laying her head over his shoulder just to be closer to him. Natasha closes her eyes, feeling him kiss her head. She knew this was the way love was supposed to feel, content and happy with her husband beside her.

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