A/N: Sup, y'all! kiaratheravenclaw here, with a new story! Yaay! Wooo! This is based some...time after the Avengers. Please review! Like, seriously! And please go check out my Avengers: Next Gen RP forum! The link is on my profile page! We still need kids for Bruce, Thor, Loki, and there is one more slot for a kid of Clint & Natasha (preferably male), and 2 more for the Stark's. Just go and check it out! Wait! No! Read this first, then review, then go check it out. Okay? Okay.

Chapter Status: Complete!

Disclaimer: I so, totally, own the Avengers. Yep. In a parallel universe.

Claimer: My characters are mine. Mine! All mine! [huggles them close]


"What about...wait for it...Anthonette Stark!" Tony said enthusiastically. "Toni or Nett or Ant for short!"

Pepper gave him a look that conveyed her thoughts completely. "No."

"C'mon! It's a good, strong name!" He argued, flicking through the list of names he'd had JARVIS compile.

"We are not naming either of them Anthonette, Tony. Maybe we shouldn't name them anything starting with 'A' at all." Pepper said sternly, one hand resting on her, now quite large, stomach, her silver ring glinting off the lights above. She was due any day now, and they still hadn't agreed on a name. Mostly because Tony kept suggesting variations of 'Anthony', 'Tony', 'Iron' and 'Man' (he had been dead set on Irona (I-rown-uh) and Mana (Man-ah), or Iron and Man for short. That idea didn't last long). "What about something normal, like Rose, or Lily?"

"You want to name them after flowers? Pep, those two little girls aren't gonna be normal, therefore they shouldn't have normal names. What about..." He scrolled through some names, looking for one that caught his eye. "Haisa." He frowned at Pepper's shocked look. "What? That one isn't named after me. What do you th-"

"Tony... My water just broke."


It had taken approximately 7 minutes, 2 second and 1 millisecond to reach the hospital. Wait, no, now that Tony thought about it, or rather, recalculated for the millionth time, it was 7 minutes and 10 seconds exactly. Then again...

He paced back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, hardly realising he was doing it. People - nurses, doctors, patients, who knows - would stop and look at him, surprised, probably about to ask for an autograph, until they saw the look on his face. It was not the kind of look you asked for a signature from.

It felt like months, years even, before he heard a timid little cough. He looked up quickly, stopping in his steps abruptly.

"Would you like to see them?"

Tony was through the door before she could finish the word 'them'.


'Them' was in fact two little girls sitting in Pepper's arms, one with dark red fuzz on her head, and the other with brown. Not that Tony gave a damn /what/ they looked like, as long as they were /okay/. Which they were, thank god, and so was Pepper.

"Were you worried about me?" She asked, smiling, without looking up from redhead.

"I was worried...that I would be constantly confusing Anthonette and Pepper Jr, but look! They're not identical!" He grinned as her walked to the bedside.

"We're not naming them that. But on Haisa...what about Haldisa? Haldisa Stark. And...Adriana?" Pepper suggested, shifting slightly as Tony picked up Redhead.

"Adriana sounds like someone who wears pink frills and frocks, and no daughter of mine would ever wear pink or frills or frocks. Audrey. There we go. This one's Audrey." Tony said decidedly, looking down at newly christened Audrey.

Pepper smiled, and didn't reply. She looked down at Brunette - or, rather, Haldisa - who was asleep, breathing rhythmically.

For once, when something good was happening, they were safe. There was no one betraying them, no one attacking with electric whips, no one using people as bombs and no one starting an alien invasion. Everything was quiet and calm and perfect.

Sure, raising two twins would be hard, especially these twins, with two billionaire parents who were both watched by the media constantly, and they would most likely be graduating primary school at the age of 9, but they could deal with everything when the time came.

Audrey snuggled into her father as she slept, her hair standing out in stark (no pun intended) contrast to the black of Tony's shirt.

"They're beautiful."

The moment was perfect.

"Of course they are. They're related to me."

Apart from Tony's arrogance.


A/N: So, whaddya think? Love it? Hate it? Don't give a damn? TELL ME IN A REVIEW!

Oh, and there are the following pairings in this fic:

Pepperony

Clintasha

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Yeah, that's it for now.