Molly sat grumpily beside Clint as he made her promise not to tell Bruce that he had lost her. Natasha kept biting her nails and Molly wondered what was making the spy so nervous. She looked her up and down then smiled. She was pregnant!
"What are you grinning at?" Natasha asked.
"Nothing!" Molly giggled. Natasha shot her a strange look but didn't say anything else. "Has Aunt Pepper had the baby yet?" She asked Steve.
"No. Your father and Uncle Tony are in there with her," he answered.
"Do you like babies?"
"I'm not sure.." He glanced at Natasha. Her face was bright red.
"Do you want a baby with Aunty Tasha?" Molly continued. Clint stifled his laughter by having a pretend coughing fit then walked out of the waiting room.
"I..Molly..." Steve stammered.
Natasha glared at the little girl. Somehow she knew. Most likely Stark had told her and Natasha cursed. She couldn't hit him because he was going to be a father. Damn. "You don't have to answer that, Steve," she told her boyfriend. She could just ruin Tony's stuff for revenge.
"Molly, me and Natasha might have children someday but I'm not sure when. When the times right we will probably. When we love each other and are married." Steve said.
Natasha started to make agreeing noises then realised what he had said. "What?" She snapped. "That's utter bullsh-"
"Ahem," Bruce appeared.
"That's utter bull shells," Natasha shrugged at Bruce's amused look. "Steve. Life's not perfect. What if I was pregnant now?"
"You're not though," he looked utterly confused at her sharp tones. Molly and Bruce exchanged looks. "Are you? Natasha?"
"Want to see the first Stark baby?" Bruce asked loudly. Everyone stared at him, including Clint who had recovered from laughing and Thor who had just come back from the vending machine.
"It's been born?" Clint asked.
"Yes, she's been born," Bruce smiled. "Want to come see her?"
Everyone went into the room. Pepper was sat on the bed, with Tony holding something small. "It's a girl!" Natasha sobbed. Steve stared at her then cuddled up with her.
"Is it?" Clint looked surprised. "I thought-"
"Shut up, Barton," Tony said but he looked happy. "We decided on her name."
"Natasha? Natalia? Natalie?"
"Molly?"
"Jane? Or Darcy?"
"Peggy?"
"She's called Imogen Maria Stark," Pepper said before it could turn into an argument. "Our little Immy." She added lovingly.
"Isn't it so sickeningly sweet?" Clint said. "It makes me want to hurl."
"Aren't you going to have little Barton babies one day with Loki?" Tony shot at him.
"Shall you be my brother-in-law, Brother Barton?" Thor gave him a bone-crunching hug. "Where is Loki?"
Molly grinned. "He went to Las Vegas about an hour ago. Said he wanted to make the most of his Christmas holiday before Odin tracks him down and Sif hauls him back to Asgard."
"Great," Tony rolled his eyes. Then looked at Bruce. "Hey, Bruce. I can borrow your dad shirts now."
"Oh God."
"Tell me some of your dad jokes."
"Tony-"
"I must get some glasses. They make you look dad-shing. Like dashing but with dad in it."
Pepper sighed.