He drove home on his old motorcycle after a long day of work. He had sweat covering his face from training all day with his co-workers. They all train in their own ways, some learning new, others training there accuracy, strength, and magic. Each one all have their talents and uniqueness, however they all have their weaknesses that could lead to complete and utter diminish.
He arrived at his apartment (more around the size of on actual home) where his wife was waiting patiently with their son Brain, only at the ash of five. He opened the door and his son ran up into his arms in a matter of seconds.
"Hey Bucky," he said with a smile on his face, as he picked him up into his arms.
"Daddy your home! Finally," he exclaimed.
"We'll sorry I had a long day at work today." He said walking over to the couch to his wife, Sharon. He sat on her right. "Evening sweetheart." he smiled as he peaked her lips.
"Hey honey. I found out today." She said looking down at her stomach, she was currently five months pregnant.
"You did?!" He said happily, the look of a child on Christmas day upon his face. He took her hand in his. She smiled brightly as her husband but his son to his right. She nodded.
"Steve... it's a girl!" She smiled brightly. He instantly picked her up into a hug and spun around. Even though he had been hoping for a bit he was to excited to contain it that he'd have a daddy's girl. Sharon laughed as he set her down.
"Our little girl," he said placing his hand on the side of her stomach and looked up into his wife's eyes.
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She headed home after a long day of running a company and a doctor's appointment. She to was pregnant. He friends, including her self, all agreed to pregnant around the same time so there children could all grow up around the same time. They even got their spouses to agree. She arrived home in her and her husband's limo, outside of a great tower. She existed and was greater my there "assistant." He led her to the exact floor her husband was on. She existed the elevator and walked over to there bar where her husband was drinking some beer.
"Hello," she said standing in front of him. He smiled at his wife, slightly drunk. There daughter only four ran in and hugged her mom's legs. She had her mom's red hair however with a tiny of brown, he dad's personality, and her mother's beauty. She was quite advanced for her age, however a little spoiled brat if you ask anyone.
"Hey pep's." He said drunkenly. "How's are little boy?"
"Sweety go to your room please." Pepper said to her daughter Ellie Cristian , she hopes her daughter wouldn't devolve her Fathers taste for alcohol. She turned back to her husband after her daughter ran off. "Tony, I was thinking we talk baby names. You've been putting it off for a while now."
"Hmm," he said as he quickly looked around to get some idea. He than looked at his beer, without his wife noticing. "How about Samuel Adam."
"That's good, actually. I was thinking Howard or Edward."
"Not after my Father nor my middle name please." He said sternly.
"Samuel Adam Stark it is than."
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He walked around his chamber, worried about his dear wife. And everything that could go wrong in the coming year. His wife it nearly about to give birth and she is being hunted down by a assassin in the nine realms. After the attack on New York his life hasn't been pleasant at all. He had been hated by all, accept her. She found the good in him, and saw him to be innocent in every 'wrong' act he has committed. And he saw the good in her, even though she is a frost giant just like himself.
They got married after a few years or so and soon found them selves expecting a child. A pure frost giant however with asgardian powers, granted to this child by her father. Sense the assassins planes to kill this man, he decided it would be best to kill his wife and soon to come to the nine realms, child. The man and his wife, they traveled far and wide to try and protect them selves. However they were still always being followed. Even though his strength is quite higher than the assassins, the assassin can't be kill easily at all. They are currently hide n with in the depths of Asgard. Having many guards, including his brother, protecting him and his wife.
"We can't keep running forever." His wife would always tell him. And he would always respond the same.
"But I need you in my life. To keep be from going to hell." He always said with saddened smile. He may be a God to most but he has always been very vulnerable. His mother was his soft spot. His wife, and his soon to come child are his soft spot. And everyone know soft spots can't be hardened, unless the worst comes to worst.
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After a few months, all three children where born and this is how it went
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First came Mist Silvertounge, in the midst of a dreadfully storm, on December 30.
HHe ran threw the halls of the castle heading to warn the family hidden inside. He reached the door and began to pry it open. He nearly had it open fully to where he could sneak in and slam it shut behind him, when and arrow quickly ran threw his skull. The warner dropping dead right on that spot.
The slid back, and left a small crack open, letting the slightest color of blood slip threw it. The woman's inside gasped and ran to the door. Her long dark brown hair flying behind her whilst doing so. She pushed the door open the slightest bit and saw the man laying there, his helmet was melted threw, and the arrow stuck in the back. She gasped and slammed the door shut. She ran to the back off the room, unknowing that the assassin had enters the room.
"What do you want from from me?" She asked, spinning on her, and facing the man. "Havent you put us thu enough pain?"
"No darling, I haven't yet." He said, his voice stern and cold. She pulled out an enchanted sword, given to her by a friend by the name of Sif. This sword was deemed unbreakable, like her heart. "You know my grudge towards your husband will never end. And that I won't stop till every last bit of his happiness is destroyed, completely diminished. All dust amongst his hateful life."
"Why us?"
"He put me threw enough misery. After the attack on New York, all the nine realms went to hell. Wars started. All because of him. Thanks to him, many people lost all of their happiness, all the joy in their life, and everything they cared and love died." She swum her sword at him and he quickly dogged it. Next, his put his sword to her neck, and sliced her head off without the slightest regret.
After the man realised what he did, he turned around and slowly walked to the door located at the other end of the room. He heard the crying of a child, and the rage off a man. Before a matter of seconds, the assassins head was clean off. Blood dripped from a scepter, held my the raging man. The magic from zed scepter killing the man.
"No one dares defy Loki," he mumbled under his breath. He held his child in his other hand, his daughter. But not his only child. "Don't worry my Mist, I'll protect you from now on."
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Second came Samuel, on January 20th, that very following year.
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His mother was quick rushed to the hospital. And her husband raised thru the sky, trying to get to the hospital. Truth be told he was slightly drunk. Truth be told he was a bit more drunk that when they picked their child's name.
He arrived slightly g thou after his with did. He arrived in his suite, not caring to take it off. He walked to a nurse working in the front. He told her he needed to find his wife a.s.a.p. She asked for his name with a thick Hispanic accent, 'As if that bitch couldn't be stupid enough'.
"TONY STARK!" He yelled at her. The woman looked shakened. "I'm looking for Pepper Stark."
"Sorry sir, I'm still new to the country. S-she's in room 99."
"Thatnk you," he said drunkenly and and rushed to that exact room. He took his suit off quickly, and entered the room. And ran to his wives side. She was screaming in pain. He held her hand softly.
"We can do it sweety." He said.
"Your not giving birth here! Are yah?" She said angrily at him. After an hour of her in labor, her husband signed his son's name. Samuel Adam Stark. He wrote quite mess, due to the fact he was still quite drunk. He's been trying to fix it for years know, but everyone knows he will never give it up. It was fact that his parents where killed by the one and only...I
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Lastly out of three, came Faith Peggy Rogers (Named after her great aunt and her Fathers old 'very' close friend) on her Fathers birthday, July Fourth. However around ninety year after her father was born.
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He ran ran to the hospital passing up a friend of his say 'On you left' . He reached there before the ambulance did. He ran into the hospital and signed the papers needed. He wife came in and they rushed her to a room. He quickly walked behind her and the doctor's, his blue eye filled with worry. They weren't totally prepared, well mentally. They where going to throw a small party for his birthday. However when his wife's water broke early in the morning they where both sent forward down a spiral.
He couldn't get his wife to get in her car so they called an ambulance. At their last doctor's appointment she told them she might have a few complications but that is was not what he felt it was.
"Mr. Rogers, I believe you should be outside while we preform a sea section." The Doctor stated. He sat down frantically tapping his foot on the ground. A couple of his friends arrived after the surgery started to take to long. First was Mr. Stark. He came to comfort his friend.
"Want a beer old man?" Mr. Stark asked.
"Why should I? I can't get drunk anyway." He answered. Peper walked in after one of her employees told her that her husband was here. Tony explained the situation to her and took there child from her. She went to Steve and started to comfort him, being the good people person she is. A few minutes later a doctor came in, her forehead moist. A few tears had fell from her cheeks and landed loudly on the cold floor in the completely quiet room.
"Mr. Rogers may I speak to you, alone, for a moment please." He looked up at the nurse, his face filled with worried. He got up and the Starks look at him just as worried as he is. The saw how nervous the nurse was and the look of saddens on Mr. Rogers face get worse and worse every second.
"C-Can I see her, please?" They heard him ask. And the doctor simply nodded. She told another nurse something and she walked away. She came back with a baby wrapped in a red blanket, even though it should have been pink. He looked down at the child, who shared a stricking resemblance to her father. She opened her small, but bright blue eyes and smiled at him.
He held her close and he started to cry, with tears of joy and tear of sadness. He had just lost his wife, and didn't get to say goodbye. He now has the raise two children son his own. Of Corse with the help of his friends.
"What here name?"Asked Pepper.
"Faith Peggy Rogers." He smiled as she grabbed his fingers. She squeezed it quite tight for a newborn. "Woah."
"Peggy?" This time Tony asked.
"Yah, after her great aunt. And what wonderful woman."
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All three of the children grew to now each other. Even though none of there father's ever got along, the children always seemed to make them like another. However, Stark and Rogers never seemed to like Loki. They had a good reason and all, however many times did it get tin the way of their children's relationships.
There weren't just those three children(not Ming their elder siblings.). Natasha and Clints had a pair of twins, Blare and Ace. Bruce and his wife, and air force brat, had a child later than every one else(by four years to be exacted) by the name of Elizabeth. Collison, who surprising settled down for a while, had a son by the name of Luke. Nothing like his father though.
These children would grow up to be in a great war. One destructive, horrible, and hated war. Far more hated then the attack on New York, the Civil War, and World War Two combined. It might not be known to many, however in the eyes of the people who where in it, it was the most horrid thing on earth. That none of them saw coming.