"Hopefully Pepper won't get too many ideas," Tony quietly said to the archer on his left as he observed the strawberry blond women ogle over the two newborns.

"Don't worry Tony, I'm sure you'll come around one day," Clint said teasingly. Steve, Thor, and Bruce had left the room to get food for Natasha—even though she insisted that she wasn't hungry. That left the two men standing in the corner of the hospital room, watching the three women sitting on the hospital bed. Clint couldn't remember the last time that Natasha seemed genuinely happy like this. Maybe it was on her wedding day. The spy was still laid up in bed, and looked utterly exhausted. Nevertheless, the smile she now wore ceased to leave her pale face.

Pepper stared down into the sleeping face of Lucy Rogers. "I think she's a mix," she said with a smile.

"I agree," Maria chimed in. "Although this one here is all Steve. I can tell he's going to be just like his daddy," she looked down with a smile to find the bright blue eyes of James Rogers staring back at her. The two were seated on the bed on either side of the Black Widow.

"I don't see how you guys can tell. I mean besides the hair color," Natasha said lightly.

"Oh come on Nat," Pepper continued. "Lucy has your hair, no question. And her eyes are likely to change to be more green like yours. And James is all Steve. He's already got those light eyes. Maybe his hair will darken a little, but I doubt it."

"When did you become an expert," Natasha teased sarcastically. The three were interrupted as Lucy began to fuss. The baby let out a cry that attracted Natasha's immediate attention. "I think she's hungry," she said as Pepper handed the infant to her mother. Natasha began to feed her daughter a bottle as everyone in the room turned their attention to her.

"Is she ok? What does she need?" Steve's big voice permeated through the room as he Thor, and Bruce returned with boxes of Chinese food. He swiftly walked to his wife's side to see if he could be of assistance.

"Yes, I think she just needs to be fed. Although, I'm not exactly sure how this whole parenting thing works yet," she said innocently.

"Well, we're all with you on that one," Maria added.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," Bruce added. "You're new at this Natasha. It will get easier once you get the two of them on a schedule."

"I hope so," Steve said with a small laugh as he took his son into his arms. "He's so quiet compared to his sister."

"Capsicle, they're like 7 hours old. Give it a few days," Tony piped in, clasping Steve on the back.

"I guess you're right Stark."
"Aren't I always?"

"Let's not get too carried away now," Steve continued. "Want to hold him?" he asked Iron Man motioning to the baby in his arms.

"Let me see him," Tony said with a smile as Steve handed over his son. "He's so little. Ya know Cap, I'm going to spoil these two rotten." Tony began to bounce James up and down as he shifted from side to side.

"I'm not sure bouncing him like that is such a good idea," Steve warned. "He just ate not too long ago."

"Steve, I think I can handle him. It's not like he's going to—" Tony was cut off abruptly by a small cough as James' spit up started creeping down his shoulder. The remaining Avengers let out comparable laughs at the billionaire's stunned reaction.

"That's my boy!" Natasha said excitedly, giving Tony a playful smile.

"Yeah, well he's lucky he's cute. This is a custom jacket. Irreplaceable actually," Tony said, holding the baby away from his body.

"Oh get over it Tony," Pepper sternly warned as she took James into her arms. "There, now I think we need to get you cleaned up."

"Do you need assistance with the baby?" Thor questioned politely.

"No thanks Thor, I think—" All heads turned toward the door as the nurse, Bree, entered the room.

"Sorry to interrupt again," she said shyly. "But visiting hours are over in five minutes, so I'm going to have to ask everyone to leave."

"Okay, but we're taking the Chinese food back to the tower Tash," Clint stated matter-of-factly.

"It's all yours," the spy said as Bree left the room. "Thanks for sticking around everyone, it really means a lot to Steve and I."

"There's no where else we'd rather be," Maria said fondly, covering Natasha's free hand with her own. "But I guess it is time for us to go. We'll give you and Steve some alone time with your kids," she concluded.

Two minutes later, Natasha and Steve were alone in the hospital room with their children.

"Are you sure you're not hungry?" Steve questioned as he wiped the spit up from his son's mouth.

"No, I'm fine," his wife responded. "I'm better than fine Steve. I'm so happy that my family is together finally. And that we get to go home tomorrow."

"Yeah, me too. Let's just enjoy our last full night of sleep before we're on our own," the soldier said as Bree reentered the room and took James and Lucy away for the night. Steve walked over to turn out the lights before returning to set up a cot next to Natasha's hospital bed. "Goodnight Natasha. I love you," he said as he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Night Steve. You know I love you too. Forever."


A/N: Sorry that this update is short! I'm having some creativity issues, so if anyone has any ideas, I'm open to suggestions! Once again, thanks so much to everyone who continues to read and support this story!