What's taking these damn lights so long? If he didn't want to stay on the good side of the press, he would of been ran these damn lights along time ago. When he had gotten a alert saying that his girlfriend was in the hospital, he dropped everything he was doing and headed for Mount Sinai. When he got to the hospital, he quickly dashed towards towards the room that held his dearest, without even bothering to check in with the nurse at the desk. He has never felt so, much fear before. Not even all those times he put his life on the line to save the world. Properly because he never felt like this before about anyone, so when he was told that his girlfriend fainted...he didn't know what to think. 1709, he didn't even bother to catch his breath he burst through the door to be greeted by his beautiful girlfriend sitting on a hospital bed talking excitedly with his assistant.

"Um...did I miss something? Because I was told that my girlfriend fainted!"

The two women rolled their eyes before the strawberry blonde patient smiled widely at her boyfriend. "Tony...I'm..."

The brunette in the lounge chair squeezed the other woman's hand that she was holding, her light brown eyes gleaming. "Go on Pepper, tell him."

The brunette male looked from his assistant to his girlfriend. "Tell me what? Pep' what's going on?"

Pepper sighed before smiling as wide as she could, "Tony...you're going to be a father."

His eyes widen and before he knew it, everything went black. When he came to he was in his spacious living room, in his tower lying on his expensive couch.

"Jarvis, where's Pepper?"

'She's asleep, sir.'

Tony nodded before lying his head back down as he ran through everything. Was he dreaming? Was he really going to be a father? All these thoughts and more ran through his head. Was he even going to be a good father?

-Inheritance-

The sounds of crying could be heard throughout a small room. Heavy breathing following soon after. A pair of green eyes smiled as she held the crying bundle wrapped in blue blankets. A soft smile formed as she thought about her own condition.

"Is everything okay, Natasha?"

The curvy red head smiled before placing the baby in the awaiting arms of a tired brunette. "Just fine. He's gorgeous, Laura."

The new mother smiled sweetly before casting her light hazel eyes on her new son, "My little Nathaniel Barton."

Natasha ran a hand through the boy's dirty blonde hair with a sweet smile of her own. "Nathan for short."

"I see Nate has a nickname already and he's not even a hour old."

The two women turned to see a man with dirty blonde, almost brown hair leaning against the door frame with amused expression. Natasha glared at the male. "Like you're no better, Clint. Nate? Really? That's totally common."

Laura chuckled, "I think it's cute. He'll probably grow up and want to explore like..."

"Nathan Drake or Nate."

Clint laughed before bringing a ten year old boy under his arm, ruffling up the brown hair that was a bit messy. "I see you have been playing Francis' game, dear."

Laura blush before moving her eyes towards the empty spot in the door as a small girl with long brown hair ran in, her young light hazel eyes wide with excitement.

"Is he here? Is he here?"

Laura smiled before bringing the bundle over for her daughter to see. "Why don't you see for your self, Chloe."

Chloe smiled at her mother before looking at her new baby brother. "He's cute, what's his name."

Francis beamed as he replied with a proud smile. "Nathaniel but we're calling him Nate."

Chloe frowned, she easily picked out that her older brother named their baby brother after one of the characters in his videogame. But she had a suggestion as well, but they probably wouldn't go for it, after all no one listens to her. A hand on her shoulder caused her to move her light hazel eyes up to see the pale blue eyes of her father looking down at her.

"Chloe, what's wrong?"

Chloe sighed before looking at her little brother. "Do he have a middle name?, like mine's Almasi and Francis is Hal."

Clint shook his head before looking back at his daughter. "Did you have something in mind, sweetheart?"

Chloe took a deep breath before answering. "Peetoo."

Natasha raised an eyebrow as she looked at Chloe with confused eyes. But before she could say anything Francis beat her to it. "Who's that?"

The five year old took a deep breath before looking at her father and brother. "The fast running guy that saved daddy's life when he was with all his friends."

Clint smiled as he pulled his daughter close. "Pietro." he closed his eyes and sighed. Then he looked at his new son, "Nathaniel Pietro Barton, it is."

Author's Note: What do think? It takes place a few months after Age Of Ultron. Tell me what you think.