Here I am with a brand new chapter. I'll always try not to make too long chapters because I want this to have a light tone and be funny and enjoyable.

Happy New Year for those who are already in 2014 and for those who are about to be, Happy New Year too. xD


It had been over an hour since the baby girl was sleeping. Tony helped his fellow friends to accommodate on the building and when they noticed, the sun had already set on the sky. Tony's cook had just arrived and was preparing dinner for the four Avengers.

"Alright people," Tony began, grabbing a piece of paper rand a pen. "let's divide the basic tasks."

The others nodded their heads, agreeing with his suggestion. The four sat on the couch and started allocating duties.

"We all know who's gonna put her to sleep." Natasha spoke.

Tony spoke out loud as he wrote on the paper. "Putting to sleep: Barton" The man in question shrugged and accepted the decision.

"I guess I can feed her the bottle. She'll be eating so she won't cry." Steve asked.

"Feeding the bottle: Rogers. More?" Only he and Natasha needed to be assigned something to do, and soon Tony put himself up to a task. "I can entertain her. She has visual perceptions of lights and stuff so I can entertain her." Tony wrote down on the paper his task and then added Natasha's. "So, redhead, you're up to diaper changes and bathing."

"What?" Natasha growled. "Why am I changing diapers? It's clear that you guys don't want to do it and push it to me."

None of them spoke; it was in part true. "No, it's just," Steve began to explain. "you did say you didn't want to hold the child and besides, we're three men and it isn't much acceptable for us to be around a naked child."

"Excuses!" She hissed. "And what will Banner do?"

"I was told he was only coming to examine her." Tony explained. He got up and put the rules on the fridge's door, held by a magnet. "Oh, by the way." He grabbed a file that was over the table and handed it to them. "The Agents gave me this; most of the things are crossed out or there's no information, but it's still something."

Steve, Clint and Natasha got closer so the three could read the file together. There was no information about her father, the mother information were crossed out with thick black marker pen. Natasha held the papers up in the air, directing them to the light of the window, but not even with the help of reflection it was possible to read anything. Along with her identification papers there were also the adoption papers, already signed by Agent Turner, and many medical files. That little baby had been run tests at least five times and yet nothing had been found about her.

The baby started crying. The four walked to the crib to look at her. She was wide awake, grasping her hands in the air and her pacifier lay next to her. Steve put the pacifier in her mouth; she sucked it for a while and then spit it out, whimpering again.

"She's hungry." Natasha said, making her way out of the room.

Clint and Tony walked after her; it was Steve's task. The Captain leaned over the crib and took the baby under the armpits. "Hunger, uh?" He sighed.

Clumsily he pulled her closer to his chest. He had her sitting over his forearm and his other hand patted her back as he walked to the kitchen. The other three were eating already and he looked at them, wanting to join them. The baby started whimpering as he had stopped.

"No, no, don't cry." He said, rocking her. "Where's the formula and bottle?" Tony pointed at the cabinet behind him. Steve realized he still had to prepare her meal. "Somebody hold her for a little, please?"

The three nodded their heads, Clint even spoke. "Nope. You're on your own."

The man rolled his eyes and began preparing the baby's meal. He dropped one spoon of formula into the bottle, then another and he was ready to drop a third one when Natasha warned him. "I think it's enough already."

Steve then added the water and put it on the microwave and he let it heat and heat, but no one told him a thing. He grabbed the baby bottle and was ready to shove it on the baby's mouth. Luckily Stark's cook stopped him and poured a drop on her wrist, tasting the milk's temperature.

"It's too hot." The cook shook the bottle, cooling it down. "You could have burn her."

The others held up and laugh in their throats and Steve spoke angry. "It'd be more useful if you'd actually help me."

"Here," The woman said. "it's good now." She removed the apron and bid farewell to her boss and his guests.

Steve laid the baby on his arms and put the bottle on her mouth. She started drinking avidly, appearing to be starving. In a few minutes the bottle was empty.

"She has to burp now." Tony said, leaving his dish in the sink. "Now don't say we're not helping."

It didn't take long for her to let out a loud burp. Clint commented. "I've never heard anyone burping louder than me!" Steve put the baby on Clint's arms. "You want me to put her to sleep right away? Do you want her digestion to stop?"

The baby moved arms again, now stopping on Tony's arms. "Hey there." He said grimacing, holding the baby away from him. "What do I do with you?" She leaned forward, grasping her hands in the air, wanting to reach Tony's arc reactor. He looked down at his chest, realizing what she was after. "Oh, you liked the light? It's pretty cool, ain't it?"

"Do you have anywhere where I can throw some punches?" Steve asked Tony.

"Yeah, downstairs at the workshop."

Natasha had gone to her bed already, and Clint got up and told him. "I'm heading to bed; I'm exhausted. Then bring her to me and I put her to sleep."

Tony was left alone in the living with the baby. He sat her on his lap as she continued to tap the bright light on his chest. "You wanna know how I've got this? It's a funny story; well, it wasn't so funny back then, but now it's a pretty cool story."

The man told her all about the story of how he got the arc reactor, as if she'd understand any of it. Still, she was highly interested in the blue spot of light. Tony was so entertained that he didn't even see Steve passing by him, going to his bed.

The baby girl yawned, for the fifth time already. Tony got the hint. He got up and went to meet Clint. "Legolas, wake up!" The archer opened his eyes and saw him standing there with the baby in his arms. "Night-night time for…" He looked at the baby and frowned. "she doesn't have a name. She's gonna need one, but we think of that in the morning."

Clint picked up the baby in his arms and started walking around the whole floor. He didn't know what was it, but she really liked his embrace. She was quiet, not sleeping yet, but gazing him. He took a seat on the couch and started rocking her, hoping that she'd sleep.

"Why aren't you sleeping, uh? I wanna sleep too, you know? I'm overtired."

Natasha was watching him talking to the baby. She didn't mean too; she didn't even know he was going to be there. She was going to grab a glass of water and she found him there, being adorable, and yet still being the same Clint she always knew.


Yes, it was purposely ended up this way so on the next chapter I can write something cute with the three of them.

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