Oh Baby…

I awoke feeling blissfully groggy, the soft glow of morning streaming through the window. I started to sit up but was suddenly pulled back sandwiched between a gorgeous golden haired alpha and a striking feline. I tried to search for Tony but quickly realized that he was the warm body curled up on the pillows at the foot of the bed.

I willingly sunk back down into the silky sheets, warm and content, I nuzzled under Steve's chin. He groaned, opening his eyes and smiled at me. His hands moving to my hips, drawing sweet little circles and shapes on my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"Mmm, how long were we asleep?" I ask, my voice hoarse most likely from all that howling and scream I'd been doing in the past few days.

"You spend 5 days in heat, utterly fucked, and your first coherent sentence is 'How long were we asleep?'" He kissed me gently, moving from my lips down my throat to press a searing kiss into the bond mark there. "Maybe a few hours." He shrugs, against my neck.

"Jarvis?" I heard Tony's voice as he finally started to stir.

"Yes, Sir." Came a reply from the AI.

"How long were we out?" He asked with a yawn, probably still exhausted, he got more out of Bucky and Steve than I could take in the past few days.

"2 days, Sir." My eyes going wide at that statement.

"Holy shit…. I don't know if I've ever slept that long before. I mean, I am half bird…." I was astounded, that kind of sleep rarely came to me.

Suddenly I went rigid, memories, bits and pieces, assaulting me from all sides. Images of black hair, leather, gold… a snake…. Long naps in the sun…. a pup….. And suddenly everything went dark, before I found myself back in the bedroom with my new alphas, my new friends. They all stared at me with worry.

I flinched slightly as Bucky began to rub my back, I must have sat up suddenly without knowing. I didn't even feel the wetness on my cheeks until Steve and Tony started to wipe the tears away. They didn't say anything or ask me what was wrong, they must have known what it was.

The next week flew by in a blur, they boys, my boys as I started calling them, brought me food and held me every chance they got. I felt so numb…. Until I felt sick.

I raced for the bathroom like a bat out of hell. Kneeling almost as soon as the toilet was in reach. I couldn't fight it back anymore and expelled the contents of my stomach repeatedly. As soon as it was over Tony was beside me instantly, his hand outstretched.

As I took his hand, he led me to the large tub in the far back of the huge bathroom. It was full almost to the point of spilling over, and so very warm. I let him help me out of my bed clothes and into the water, turning on the jets to help me relax. I don't know where Bucky and Steve were but I knew they were probably worried to death. I could hear them talking from somewhere, but my mind was so foggy I couldn't figure out where they were if I tried.

Tony finally left when he knew I would be okay on my own. The care he took in making sure I would be fine on my own was something I was very thankful for. I gently moved through the water, swimming around a bit. By the time I got out I was all prune-y, but feeling much better.

As I walked out of the bathroom, in nothing more than a large soft towel left for me, I was faced with a very concerned pair of alphas and none other than Bruce Banner.

"Are you feeling any better, Angel?" I smiled at the sweet pet name.

"Yes, I am. Thank you." I was suddenly sandwiched between Steve and Bucky in one big hug. Who knew they were so sappy?

We broke apart as soon as Bruce cleared his throat, he obviously looked uncomfortable witnessing even the smallest display of intimacy between us.

I looked down, blushing as he asked me something that I did not hear. I looked back up at him, the look of worry on his face mixed with a bit of puzzlement.

"I asked you how you've been feeling." He said.

"Oh. Well, it's weird. I've been have weird dreams that I can't quite recall, anxiety, Nausea, I threw up earlier this morning, My mind gets all foggy and I've been kind of sore lately…" My head was staring to hurt and it occurred to me that I could possibly be sick. "Please tell me that I'm not sick." I groaned, I hated being sick.

"There's only one way to find out. Would you mind if I did a blood panel downstairs with one of the doctors we keep on hand? I can make it to where they don't find out about you genetic, uh, history." He sounded very genuine in wanting to help me, so I agreed.

"Yes, but you have to let me know any results you may find immediately."

"Yes, of course. I'll need you to come down to the lab to take a sample of your blood for testing. Is that okay?" He turned to Steve and Bucky, and they looked at me before nodding at Bruce giving him the 'Go Ahead'.

"Alright then."

We walk toward the elevator, stepping in as the doors slide open. I started to zone out on the way down, not hear anything that Bruce said if he had said anything at all. He ushered my back into the little lab area that I had been in the first day I had been here.

He had me sit in the rolling chair beside his desk before taking out a somewhat menacing looking syringe, though it didn't really scare me. I looked away as he pushed the needle into my arm, drawing what might seem like a lot of blood. When he was done, he let me wrap up my arm and I watched as he added the blood to many different slides and vials.

We sat there, Bruce staring at the screen of his computer for what seemed like hours. Apparently there was nothing out of the ordinary, until his computer beeped and a little pop-up window flashed across the screen. I only started to worry when his eyes widened almost to the point that I thought they might pop out of his head.

"What? What is it?" I asked, starting to panic a bit.

"Um, I, uh, Cherokee?" he sounded kind of scared.

"Yes?" Panic was setting in even worse now.

"Do you happen to know anything about yourself? Genetically speaking? Family history? Anything?"

"Not, really. Other than being a hybrid, I don't know much at all. Why?"

"You might find this hard to believe… but you're pregnant."

"WHAT?!" My head was spinning and my breathing starting to speed up.

"During that heat cycle you went through, you showed no signs of actually being fertile enough to become pregnant. You mated right? With Steve, if I am correct. That is probably what caused it. Without a mate you were probably at an infertile period but as soon as you bonded you felt a little different right? More content, maybe a little more desperate? That's probably when you started to become more fertile. Either way, you are pregnant."

"But that can't be, so far I've only bonded with Steve and he's a canine. I'm already a fucking anomaly on my own being a hybrid! Are you telling me that I was impregnated by a DOG?!" I didn't know what I was feeling, I was so overwhelmed.

"Well, you are a hybrid. Whatever made it possible for you to exist was most likely passed down to you, which makes it possible for you to carry Steve's pups. But you have to think that there is no guarantee they will be hybrids, they could vary. Any one of them could be canine, feline or avian. We'll just have to wait and find out."

"Okay. Okay. How do I tell them though?"

"That. I have no clue how to help you there, I'm sorry." He said solemnly.

This is going to be one hell of a week…. was all I could think before rushing to the bathroom.