So, here we are at the end. The song is Home-by Philip Philips
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Hold on, to me as we go Settle down, it'll all be clear
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm going to make this place your home
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm going to make this place your home
They stood together in the back of the court room. Bree looked around at the seven of them, trying to be inconspicuous. Thor and Tony couldn't quiet pull it off. Thor looked around somewhat excitedly; with his build and the Asguardian outfit he insisted on wearing it was hard to go unnoticed. Tony was Tony Stark, making it impossible to blend in. Bree focused back on the trail. Albert Schmidt's litany of crimes was being read. Steve would occasionally squeeze her hand in distress and reassurance, but otherwise remained calm. When Schmidt was found guilty of trying to organize street gangs into a worldwide crime syndicate, Tony cheered out loud, Clint and Natasha nodded congratulations and disappeared, Thor thumped her on the back, Bruce hugged her, and Steve kissed her. For her part, Bree tried not to cry. She had shed blood, sweat and tears after this man, and was relieved to see him taken away in chains.
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About a month after the trail, Bree sat in the bathroom waiting out the longest three minutes of her life. She wondered to herself why she had never made any real girlfriends. The Black Widow was not someone you called in to hold your hand during a pregnancy scare. And she couldn't imagine Bruce be alright with helping her with this.
"Everything was going so well!" She moaned out loud. Steve and her relationship was strong, and moving steadily on to great things, Or so she thought. "Oh God, he's going to flip out!" Bree whispered as she watched then little plus sign slowly appear.
"SHIT! Shit shit shit!" She whined
"Hey language! What's going on in there?" Tony called from the other side of the door.
Bree shook her head. Not Tony, anyone but Tony. Why did she use the common bathroom! "I'm fine, Tony." She called back.
"Like hell!" he said. He had noticed Bree was off the last few days. And swearing from the bathroom was a bad sign. He was, after all, Tony Stark. "I am a genius, you know. And a playboy who may or may not have sent assistants out to buy home pregnancy tests. Fortunately, the girl has always thanked God, not started chain cursing."
Bree slowly opened the door, a shaking hand holding the positive test. "I hate you right now Tony. You and your god damn deductive reasoning skills. What are you, Sherlock Holmes or something?"
"Ah, only in my dreams!" he teased. "So, malztov! Can I be there when you tell Steve? Please, please, pretty please?"
"No Tony," Bree glared at him. "And JARVIS is not to listen in or record it, either!"
"Oh course not, Ms. Barnes." The AI responded.
"JARIVS! I'm hurt. Whatever I'll probably hear it anyway. He's going to flip!" Steve walked in then, and Tony laughed out right in his face before leaving. "You too crazy kids have fun now!"
Steve shook his head and turned to Bree. "Hey sweetheart. What's wrong? What are you holding?" he asked, noticing her distressed face and the small white object in her hand.
Bree took a deep breath. "Sit down Steve. I have some news." She began. He reached out and squeezed her hand encouragingly. She looked into his trusting blue eyes, and he smiled her smile. The one she fell in love with, open and free of expectations. She smiled slightly and slid the test over to him.
"What's this?"
"It's a pregnancy test."
"The plus means its…"
"Positive, yeah."
"So you're…"
"Pregnant, Steve."
That sat in silence for a while as Steve processed the news. He started to slowly nod his head, and looked over at her. "I know this isn't the most romantic place to do this. And before you say anything, I know having a baby together doesn't mean you should get married, now a days. But I want to do this anyway. I love you Bree, and I want to marry you. If you'll have me?"
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The wedding was a small affair at Stark Tower. Tony officiated, and all the Avengers attended. Along with Agent Coulson and Director Fury. Bree's mother sent her love, but didn't come. It was bittersweet for both of them, but they both somehow knew that in order to move on from their tragic pasts, they would need to do it apart from one another. They kept in touch, but most of their relationship seemed to have died with the rest of their family.
A few months later, with Steve by her side Bree gave birth to twin baby boys. Steven Grant Rodgers, Jr was the spitting image of his father, born with a head of blond hair and big blue eyes. He brother was born with a sprinkling of red hair and his mother's eyes. They named him Timothy Sullivan Rodgers. His name got a lot of looks from people who knew, until it was explained.
When they found out they were having twins, Bree insisted that it was the universe's way of paying her back. So much had been taken away from her, and now it was being replaced. She felt she needed to pay tribute to the life, and the family, she had lost. Steve, who had watched during the pregnancy as the last of the sadness in her eyes was dimmed out by the old light she used to have, couldn't help but agree.
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So, that's it. All over. I hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I liked writing it. It's the 1st story I've ever managed to finish, and the only reason I did was because I knew some of you where following along. So thank you to every one who Favorited, followed, and reviewed.
I might have a possible new something circulating ion my mind, so maybe I'll see all again some time! Until then...
