Gypsy and Natasha had returned back to the safe house they left. However what they thought would be two weeks max turned out to be a whole month. Within minutes of getting cell service Natasha's phone lit up with voice-mails, text messages and emails on her whereabouts. Gypsy was also victim to the bombardment of messages concerning their location. However, Natasha only responded to one...Fury's. "Hello sir." Gypsy listened in knowing that Nat was talking to the boss man. "Yes we were successful in our endeavors. Our asset is Loki-free." Natasha turned giving Gypsy a smile which Gypsy returned in kind. "Well, I had intended to bring her home before debriefing." Natasha sighed. "Yes sir, I understand. We will come to HQ immediately." Natasha hung up her phone with a roll of the eyes. "Sorry kid, we have to be debriefed." "Yeah, I gathered that. Can I call my dad first?" "No, we will need to come up with a new cover story since we've been gone longer than expected. Put your phone on airplane mode otherwise they might be able to trace you."
As the duo entered the armored truck Gypsy replayed the events of the past months. Her life had been thrown into a tailspin. Daughter of Tony Stark, soon to be big sister, a batch of crazy "relatives" present company included and a super perfect boyfriend. Whom she didn't realize she missed so desperately until she got back. Gypsy had hoped that this debrief would not take long. Upon their arrival they took a different entrance. The one for the most important agents. Natasha is ranked as a level 8. Level 10 was for the highest ranking agents like Nick Fury. As they made their way through HQ their steps echoed through the hallway until they reached a room with several chairs, a desk and a tape recorder. Good morning Agent Romanoff, Miss. Stark. "Hello Fury." Nat replied. "Hey boss man." Gypsy gave a smirk. Fury rolled his one eye as the ladies sat down. Fury pressed the recorder and the ladies began to recount the events of their time in Asgard. "So Gypsy, Loki is now gone?" "Yes sir. I can no longer feel his presence." "And what of the Queen? Can you feel her presence?" "It's very faint. I know something is different in my head but it's not dangerous. It just feels... I don't know tingly." Gypsy shrugged. "Queen Frigga is an ally. She means no harm to Miss Stark or us." Nat added. Fury nodded his head seeming to accept this as gospel. "Romanoff, I want you to closely monitor Miss. Stark's behavior in the coming weeks. We still know so little when it comes to magic and we have no idea the long time effects of exposure to magic." "Understood. Will that be all sir?" "I suppose so." Fury clicked the recorder off and pulled the tape out. Another male agent came in and took the tape from him. No doubt to catalog it in their super secret room of secrets.
"Can I turn my phone on now?" Gypsy queried. "Sure, just remember the cover story." "I got it." As Gypsy finally turned her phone off from airplane mode the flood of messages began. Three from Bruce explaining his newest experiments. One from Birdbrain noting that he ate the rest of the Pop Tarts. "Sonofabitch." Gypsy growled. "What?" Nat looked at Gypsy. "Birdbrain ate the rest of the Pop Tarts." "Uh oh." Nat chuckled. The rest came from her dad and Steve. Tony's varied from sarcastic, witty and then loving. With the last one saying. 'Kid I really miss you. Hurry up so Pepper can show off the weird alien picture that is your...Ha! Your just gonna have to wait and find out now aren't you. :p' Gypsy rolled her eyes at her dad's trolling. Lastly was Steve's messages.
'Please call I hate texting.'
'So you're really going to make me text? Fine.'
'Big rain storm here. How's the weather where you are?'
'I keep listening to your voicemail. I really miss your voice.'
'So I was bored and discovered Netflix. They have so many classic movies. Since you aren't returning my messages I'm going to make you watch all of them.'
'I love you baby. Come home soon.' Upon reading that last message Gypsy couldn't wait to get home. A half hour later she and Natasha arrived at the Avengers Tower. The elevator doors seemingly opened on their own. No doubt Jarvis had pin pointed her location from her phone.
As the front door opened she was greeted by Tony and Pepper. "Is that my daughter? Pepper do I even have a daughter?" Pepper plucked Tony's ear as she slowly made her way to Gypsy. "Wow what happened Pep? You're so plump and pretty." Gypsy poked first at Pepper's cheek and then belly. "Well I feel gross. But I guess that comes with the territory when you are carrying a boy." "I knew it!" Gypsy hugged Pep as Natasha congratulated her on her news. "So Romanoff, where exactly did you go that had no cell service of any kind?" Tony asked. "We were originally only supposed to oversee the tech op but the dealer was convinced we would try to steal their designs so they took our phones. Also they had a jammer. Hence we didn't receive any messages." "That true?" Tony asked Gypsy warily. "Yes dad it's true." "How silly is that? The only tech worth stealing is mine." Tony grabbed Gypsy's bag and walked to her room. With him gone Gypsy looked to Pepper who seemed to know what she was going to say.
"He's in the training room. Your absence has pretty rough for him, though he won't admit it to us. As for Clint and Bruce, Clint is on assignment and Bruce went out for food. You should go to Steve I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." She smiled. "He doesn't know I'm here yet." Gypsy raised an eyebrow. "No, he turned off the cameras and microphones." "Stall my dad. Please Pepper." Gypsy pleaded. "Yes, yes. Don't worry I'll whine about something that should buy you some time." Gypsy rushed to the lower level that housed the training room. Gypsy could hear the faint sound of jazz music. She smiled to herself before pushing the button to manually open the door. Inside the music was much louder. So loud that Steve didn't hear the door open. Gypsy watched as a shirtless Steve hit every single target in his path with his shield. "Glad I'm not that guy." Gypsy yelled over the music. Steve turned around startled. "Jarvis pause." Steve placed his shield down with a loud thud. "As you wish." The music settled and there was nothing but silence between them. Gypsy tried to focus on his face but his body was quite distracting. However the hard set line on Steve's mouth indicated he was mad. "So you're back?" "Yep. All done. Mission accomplished." "That's good. Jarvis punching bag." A bag appeared from the ceiling. Steve started to punch the bag. Gypsy already being annoyed by the cold shoulder placed herself behind the bag. "Come on then. Get it out." Gypsy taunted. "Move Gypsy. I want to hit the bag and I can't do that with you standing behind it." "No, not until you admit you're angry." "I'm not angry. Now move." "Yes, you are so just come on out with it." Finally Steve huffed and stopped. "You being gone reminded me of D.C. When he took you from us, from me. I hated not knowing where you were. What he was doing to you. Not knowing if I could make it in time. I just, I haven't felt this way about a person since Peggy and I'm still making sense of all this." "Steve, I'm stronger than I look." Gypsy moved closer to Steve and started taking off the bandages from his hands. "I know you are. It's me that not." He peered into her eyes. "Says the strongest human man in the world." She smirked. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk." Steve apologized sincerely. "Let's start over." Gypsy smiled after taking off the last of the bandages. "Honey I'm home." She grinned. Steve put his hands tenderly on Gypsy face and kissed her. He pulled away and said "Damn, I missed you." "Ooooooohhhhh, you just said a curse word." "Oh shut up." Steve smiled. She was a pain in the butt but she was his pain in the butt. That's all that mattered.
Author's Note_
So first off Merry Christmas everybody! I hope everyone gets a whole heap of presents. I got a special surprise for everyone. As a thank you for all the love and support I'm going to let you guys decide on whether or not Stpsy should take their relationship to the next level. That right kiddies. You decide on whether they should or should not smush booties. (Sorry I love Brooklyn Nine-Nine). Leave a comment saying Yes or No and the majority of the votes by the time I begin writing will see the outcome. So again Happy Holidays. And I will see you next year.
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