A/N. Hi :) So here's the Bruce/Betty on kids oneshot. Don't hate me by the end. I honestly think this is what would happen. I imagine they're in their bedroom in the Tower. Enjoy! :D

Disclaimer - I don't own the Avengers.

POSITIVE – BruceXBetty

Betty stared at the pregnancy test in her shaking hands. Just a little longer, and then she would see the sign. She had been having morning sickness for a week straight now and her period was late. She had cravings and she felt hormonal all the time. It was almost a given that she was pregnant, but she wanted to make sure.

Something was happening! The screen was fading into… a positive sign. She was pregnant. Betty Banner was pregnant with Bruce Banner's child. She put a hand to her stomach. There was a living thing inside of her. It was kind of disturbing and exciting.

She didn't really know how to feel. Maybe it just hadn't sunk in yet. Mostly she was apprehensive about Bruce's reaction. She had no doubt that he would freak.

She dropped the test into the garbage bin and stood shakily to her feet. On second thought, she grabbed the test and pocketed it. With that done, she slowly pulled open the bathroom door and peeked out. She didn't hear anything at first, but then the sound of someone sipping tea and rustling the newspaper reached her ears. She took a deep breath.

Filling herself with courage, Betty made her way down the hallway and poked her head around the corner. Bruce was sitting at the kitchen counter with a tea and newspaper. He was shirtless and wearing plaid pyjama pants with bare feet and thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

She took a deep breath (again) and made herself visible. Her socked feet padded against the hardwood floor as she approached. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up.

He smiled at her. "Good morning Sweetie," he greeted as he stood up to kiss her cheek and then sit back down again with one arm around her waist. When she didn't answer him, he took a better look at her face and frowned. "Are you okay?"

It took a few seconds before she shrugged. She was getting increasingly paler by the second.

"Betty?" He was worrying now. He stood and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Hmm… you're warm, but you don't have a fever. Is something wrong?"

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Bruce became more anxious the longer the silence lasted. However, his patience was rewarded when she finally answered him.

"I'm pregnant."

The world stopped turning. "What?"

"I'm pregnant."

"… are you sure?"

She nodded. No noise was made. The news hung in the air for a little while, slowly sinking in. Bruce sat back down and didn't move for several minutes.

"Bruce…" Betty called after a while, "What are you thinking?"

The doctor rubbed his eyes and removed his glasses. "I honestly don't know. There are so many jumbled words, phrases, and questions all mixed into my head that I can't understand any of them. It's like a piece of paper that's been written on fifty times without erasing. And one of them is green."

He sighed tiredly. Betty moved forward and placed one hand on his shoulder with her other on her stomach. "And… what does the green writing say?"

"He doesn't understand what's going on; why I'm so scared."

"Why are you scared?"

His head snapped up and he looked at her with disbelief. "Why am I scared? WHY am I SCARED?" he rose to his feet, shrugging off her hand. "That fetus has my DNA; has HIS DNA. This has never happened before! We have no idea what that kind of mix could do to you! Our baby has gamma radiation in his genes and he's barely a few weeks conceived! That thing could kill you from the inside!"

"That thing is our baby! How dare you refer to him an 'it'!"

"Betty… we have to get rid of him while he's still in his early stages."

She gasped and stepped away from her husband, wrapping her arms around her stomach. "NO! I won't let you!"

"Betty…"

"NO. You listen to me, Bruce Banner. I am NOT giving up this child to abortion OR adoption no matter what you say. I will die before I willingly abandon my baby. You can help me with it or you can leave like every other asshole on this planet!"

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sweetie, you know I love you, but I don't want to risk your life to give birth to what might be a monster."

"He is not a monster."

"Right, and neither am I."

"You're not." She softened. "And neither is our baby. Your son or daughter." She grabbed his hand and placed it against her stomach. "Your kid is going to love you and look up to you and learn from you. Do you really want to take away someone's life?"

Bruce grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips. "Of course not, but what choice do we have? I couldn't live with myself if you died because of something I created."

"Without me, there would be no baby. We both created him."

"You're only making this harder, Betty."

"I'm not giving up on my son or daughter." She stared him in the eyes firmly, determination set in her eyes.

He sighed. "Well there's no way in hell I'm leaving you again. Not after last time. I love you too much."

"Oh Bruce…" Betty was reduced to tears. Stupid hormones. "I love you too."

He bent down and kissed her stomach. "And I feel like… I might love you as well."

She smiled. "I'm positive you do."