Hey guys! I know it's been a while, sorry, I was in vacation last week with limited wifi. Anyway I did have time to write a lot but since it was written by a few sentences a day it's kind of crappy XD I know a lot of people wanted to see Bruce's date in this one, but there was some other stuff I needed to clear up that was pretty long, and I didn't want to overload you guys :P. Anyway, enjoy!

A Few review replys-

Jace101- Thanks for the review XD I'll try to get more of those things in the next chapter. Your review was actually what reminded me to post this, so what you were trying to do worked XD

Shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod- Haha, you might just be right about that, we'll have to find out this chapter I guess ;D and you're the first person to notice the A thing, well the first one to mention it at least I think! Funny story, I started picking the names from one of those baby names websites and it was late and I was tired so naturally I didn't think there was anything beyond the first page, so I have probably half of them picked and they all started with A. I was like "Hey A, like avengers haha wow I'm funny." So then I made the rest A ones too XD thanks for your reviews I'm glad you like it!

trebleclefstories- Geez you should write this thing you have really good ideas :D That's a good one so I might add that in soon! Thank you so much!

ok now finally the story XD (at the bottom half pay attention to the bolder dates or you will be confused)

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"We're ready!" Alex yelled as he came running down the hall wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, looking surprisingly normal.

"Ready for what?" Bruce said and turned back to the mirror to make sure he looked ok. It was his first date in eight years so he decided he had a right to be nervous.

"For our date," Aria replied casually.

"Our date?"

"Yeah, with the nice lady from the grocery store that's interested in you for some reason," Alex said.

Bruce turned to face them. "Guys, sorry, but you're not going with."

Aria frowned. "What? Why not?"

"It's a date, for adults. Kids just usually don't go on dates with their parents."

"Most parents don't have dates." Alex pointed out.

"The ones that do don't bring their kids."

"Can we please go?" Aria begged.

"Not this time."

Aria glared at him and walked out of the room. Alex stood and stared at him, finally he spoke.

"We're a family, are we not?" He asked.

Bruce sighed, knowing where this was going. "Of course."

"Then why can't we come with?"

"Because..." he tried to think of a good reason other than 'I don't want you guys to hear how well I know grocery store lady just yet and I also don't trust you to not blow up the restaurant'. "Because we're going to an adult restaurant, kids aren't allowed."

Aria walked back in from her place right outside the door. "Adult restaurant? Are you going to a strip club or something? I feel like that's not a very good first date."

"Aria!" Bruce yelled. Most people would be disturbed if thy heard an eight year old talking like that, but after being sent anywhere and everywhere for their whole lives, completely unsheltered, there wasn't much Bruce could do to stop them. "This is exactly why you aren't coming."

"I thought it was because you're going to strip club," Alex muttered.

Bruce sighed and felt his pulse, if he kept arguing with them, it wouldn't be good. "No, Alex, we are not going to a strip club. We are going to a restaurant. You are not coming with us because this is a date and you don't bring kids on dates, especially not without asking the person you're going on the date with if you can. No is my final answer, and if you argue anymore, you're going to have to run. Plus you'll be grounded for a week."

"Are you serious?" Aria asked, shocked that he was being so strict. Usually he wasn't out of fear of making himself angrier.

"Yes." He paused. "Now I'm going to call Tony to remind him that you're coming down to his floor for a few hours, ok?"

"Ok." The twins repeated in unison. They both jumped onto his bed and Alex laid down, sticking his head between the pillows. Aria say next to him and started hitting him with a pillow, he didn't even move.

Bruce shook his head and pulled out his phone to call Tony.

"Hey science bro." Tony said.

"Hi. So is it ok if I drop the twins off in about ten minutes?"

"What?"

"The twins." Bruce waited a second for a reply. He didn't get one. "They're going to your floor because I'm going out?"

"Righttt," Tony said slowly. "About that..."

"Stark-" Bruce warned.

"I kind of forgot and I scheduled a super important meeting that Peppers making me go to." He paused. "Sorry."

Bruce sighed. "It's fine, I'm sure someone else can watch them."

"Ok, except Thor's in Arizona and Red and Spangles got called in so Barton took the kiddos to see a hockey game." Tony explained quickly.

"Are you serious?"

"One hundred percent. Can't you just leave them alone?"

Bruce looked at the two kids, who were now discussing the best ways to jump out of the bedroom window from this height with minimum injuries.

"Definitely not."

"Oh, well that sucks. Sorry." Tony said and hung up.

"Thanks," Bruce muttered. He tried to think of any other friends that he had, until he realized he didn't have any. He would just have to call and reschedule. "Ok guys change of-"

"She said we could come." Alex stated.

"What?"

He held up a phone. "I texted her and said you'd have to reschedule unless we come with."

Bruce stared at them, stunned. "Where the hell did you get a ph- actually, I don't care." He could feel his pulse rising and quickly walked out of the room.

Aria grabbed the phone and set it on the table. "Oops. He's really mad at you, idiot."

"Shut up." Alex said. For once he actually felt bad. It was difficult for him to figure out when he had gone too far. He knew acting as strict as they used to be forced to be was wrong, but he didn't know when to stop.

Luckily, Bruce had managed to keep him self under control and had calmed down enough to go talk to them.

"Fine, you can come with tonight. You will be polite, and well behaved. Got it? If you do anything like this again, you're grounded."

Both kids nodded enthusiastically.

Aria looked up at Bruce. "We promise we'll be the best children in the entire universe. How hard can it be?"

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"You're sure you have everything?" Pepper asked as she bent down and straightened the twelve year olds backpack.

"I'm fine," Atticus groaned.

After driving him around getting school supplies, they had finally gotten to school. Pepper explained why he was late (well, made up an excuse). Now they were standing in the hallway in front of his class. Atticus was bored,but couldn't do anything but stand there and roll his eyes as Pepper made sure he was ready for the hundredth time. Honestly, he ft indifferent about school. They had gotten some type of schooling in Russia, and by their terms, he had already graduated. He didn't see how this could be much different.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, and I'm going to be even later if you don't let me go."

Pepper sighed and stood up. "Ok, well. Have a good first day, make some friends, call me if you miss the bus."

"Yeah," Atticus agreed. He wasn't planning on making friends, and he wasn't planning on making it to the bus.

"Ok, bye." She said and leaned down to hug him. Atticus had never been one for hugging, but he let it pass this time.

"Bye m-," he paused. "Pepper."

She turned to leave and he walked into the classroom.

As soon as he opened the door, twenty heads turned. All of the other kids sat in pairs at ten different tables throughout the class. As soon as he walked in the teacher, a girl who looked like she just graduated from college, started walking towards him.

"Hi! Are you Atkinson?" She asked a little too happily.

"No," he answered.

She frowned slightly before going back to being overly happy. "Are you our new student then?"

He sighed. "I guess so."

"Wonderful! Why don't you come up to the front and introduce yourself," she said and put her hand on his shoulder to lead him to the front of the class.

He stopped walking and firmly planted his feet on the ground. "I don't want to-"

"Come on, I'm sure everyone would like to know about you." She said with a slightly more forceful shove that caught Atticus off guard. He stumbled to the front of the class and stared at the very bored looking children in front of him.

"So, what's your name?" The teacher asked.

"Atticus," he replied.

"Oh, like from To Kill a mockingbird, that's interesting."

"It's not-"

"Where did you used to live?"

"That's classified," he answered quickly, without even thinking. "I mean, New Mexico."

"Do you have any siblings?" She asked. By now Atticus was getting tired of the questions.

"No."

"What do your parents do?"

"If I ever meet them I'll be sure to ask."

"Oh," she said sympathetically. Atticus rolled his eyes. He didn't need pity, he just was telling the truth. The teacher cleared her throat. "Well, I think we're done with the questions for now. I'm Ms. Montez, by the way. If you have any questions about anything you can always ask me or another one of your classmates. I have your class schedule here. It's basically the same as Rory's, maybe she could help you out today." turned to a girl in the back of the class, sitting alone. "Ok Rory?" The girl glared at Atticus but finally nodded. "You can go sit by her, Atticus."

Atticus rolled his eyes again and slowly walked towards the back of the class, feeling the other students eyes following him.

He finally got to his spot and dropped his backpack on the floor before sliding into the chair next to the girl. "Hi."

She didn't say anything.

He shrugged. "Great."

The class went on and Atticus was bored already. It was easy math that he had learned years ago. Finally, the bell rang. Rory stood up and walked out of the room.

"Hey! Slow down,"Atticus yelled and ran to catch up with her. She didn't say anything but slowed down slightly. "What's up with you, anyways?" He asked. "I haven't even insulted you yet, which is honestly really impressive and you should be grateful."

She rolled her eyes. "Just shut up, our next class is up here."

Atticus gasped dramatically. "It speaks!"

"'It' is about to kill you."

He smirked. "I'd like to see you try."

She rolled her eyes.

"What's up with you anyway? Just antisocial, or for some reason have a deep hatred of new kids?"

She spun around to face him. "New kid? Come on, seriously? You walk into class and two minutes later a SHEILD car pulls out of the parking lot. You said where you used to live was classified, you've got a freaking barcode tattooed on your arm, and there's a knife in your backpack. You aren't a new kid, you're working for someone. I'm not an idiot."

Atticus mouth gaped open as he stared at her. "You're good. But not good enough, because I'm not a spy, I'm a new kid, a new kid who just happens to know some very important people and may or may not've been a lab experiment for a while."

She stared at him for a second. "You're not lying, are you?"

"Nope. Besides, if I was working for someone, why would you care?"

She cleared her throat. "Well, welcome to North Central Junior High I guess."

"Why do you care though?" He asked, he couldn't risk being caught as not a random kid with no parents. If people here found out he was actually trained killer, they wouldn't care if he wasn't there to kill them, he'd be gone anyway.

"I don't think I need to tell you."

"Why not, we're friends!"

"We are not friends, loser."

"So we're not friends, but in the only one you're talking to?"

"Just shut up already, our class is right here." She said.

Atticus frowned and followed her into class. Of course out of all the people he had to be stuck with, it was the weirdest one out there. She was also probably working for someone, maybe out to kill him or something. But, at least school would be slightly interesting now, if he couldn't be assigned missions, he would just have to make his own. Forget making friends, it was much easier to make enemies.

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May 2nd, five years ago.

If there was one thing Natasha Romanoff wasn't good at, it was patience. She hated waiting for things, for a command during a mission, waiting in line for groceries, anything. She hated it. But out of all of those things, this had to be the worst. She sat on her bathroom floor with her knees tucked under her chin as she waited for what felt like the longest two minutes of her life. Within the first thirty seconds she had decided that they need to invent tests that gave you result immediately. As if peeing on the stick wasn't bad enough, after that you had two minutes to reflect on exactly how you got to this point. So now the assassin sat, really wishing she had refused to go to Tony's party a little over a month ago. There was lots of drinking and somehow it ended up with her waking up in a very American bedroom instead of her own. The next day they had both just pretended that they didn't remember, they were drunk. But Steve knew Natasha couldn't get drunk and Natasha knew Steve couldn't get drunk, they were both just too polite to mention it, she guessed. After that they had tried to back to normal, it didn't work very well, but they were both too stubborn to give up. It was fine, until she started getting hungry constantly, threw up anything she ate, and even had the Sheild doctor mention the amount of weight she was gaining on the agents required weekly check-in. It seemed like this was the only solution. Except it was impossible, she couldn't get pregnant, so why was she even doing this, right? After all the tests and the serum that she had gotten during her training, the doctors told her she would never be able to have kids, unless the other person had a similar genetic mutation. At the time the only other person with that was Captain America, and he was dead. He definitely wasn't dead anymore. Though she's not sure how much longer he'll last if that test turns out positive. He was too embarrassed to even look at her anymore, her being pregnant wouldn't help.

She was shaken out of her thoughts as the timer on her phone went off. The agent quickly turned it off and glared down at the stick that sat upside down in front of her. Finally, she gathered up enough strength to flip it over. Two bright lines glared up at her.

"Oh shit," she mumbled. "That's pos-no, no. It might be negative. I-I need the box, I forgot." She stood up in a daze and walked over to the garbage can, her hands were shaking and she could feel herself losing control of her sanity as she dug for the box.

"Here, two lines, that's...no, it's wrong." She threw the box back into the garbage can. By now visions of her old life were coming back, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.

"You're a murderer, Natalia, that's all you'll ever be." A voice whispered.

"I need to take another one. It's wrong." She assured the voice.

As she moved away from the garbage can, she could've sworn she heard the screams of the eight year old girl she once tortured to death.

"Shut up!" She yelled at it. She opened the cupboard above the sink that was hidden behind a mirror and started to look for another test.

"Children?" It was her old husband now. "What would you do with children. You're a killer Natalia, not a mother."

"Where is it?" She asked herself as her movements got more frantic. eventually she was just throwing everything from the cupboard onto the ground in search of the test that wasn't there. Finally she gave up and went to close the mirror door. She was about to turn away to look somewhere else but something stopped her.

"Look at yourself," the voice of her old husband commanded.

Numbly she stared in the mirror.

"What do you think they would look like?" She remembered a much younger and stupider version of herself asking.

"Well, I think we would have beautiful children. If they managed to survive living with you, that is."

She could feel her hands start to shake and she clutched them into fists. Natasha tried to force herself away from her reflection, as she knew what would happened next, but by now she was stuck.

"Remember that baby? Was only a few months old. You shot him. His father was going to give you the information too, but that didn't stop you. At least you're determined."

The mirror became blurred and she quickly wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes. "I'm not pregnant."

"Yes you are," her own voice said.

"Shut up," she yelled again and looked down. "Just shut up."

"I can only imagine how they screamed when you murdered them," her old trainer said. "Just think, the last thing they saw was your cold, emotionless eyes. Not a bit of love left in them. That's what we want for our agents Natalia. You've gone above and beyond expectations, it's like you don't even have a soul. That expression is enough to terrify anyone. Just take a look."

She couldn't help it, she looked back up at herself. The only thing she could see was a killer.

"Actually, forget that." It was her husband again. "I think they'd have hair like yours, As red as the blood of all the children you've killed."

"Stop it!" She shouted. A second later the mirror was shattered and she felt blood dripping off her knuckles and down her arm. The only thing she could do was stand above the sink and watched as the drops of blood fell into the sink and onto the floor, like she was in a trance.

"Oops," was all she said before the door opened.

Today was the day he was finally going to do it. Steve Rogers, a little kid from Brooklyn, had finally built up enough courage to ask the beautiful Russian spy out. On a real date, not a Tony Stark party that ended in one of the most improbable and crazy situations he'd ever been apart of. It had taken a month for him to realize that it wasn't just the Asgaurdian drinks that made that happen. He also really, really liked his partner. After a while of awkwardness, he decided it wasn't going to get any worse, so it wouldn't hurt to ask her out.

He took one final deep breath as he stepped out of the elevator and onto her floor.

"Nat?" He called. Usually she was in the living room reading at this time of day.

"She is in the bathroom, Sir." Jarvis informed him.

"Ok, I'll wait." Steve said. He sat down on the couch and heard a few noises coming from the bathroom. He ignored it. A few seconds later there was a muffled shout and a huge crash. That definitely wasn't normal.

"Nat?" He jumped off the couch and ran down the hall. "Are you ok?"

No reply.

"Natasha!" He yelled and banged on the door.

No reply.

"Let me in Jarvis."

"Normally I wouldn't do this without Ms. Romanoff's permission, but-" The door lock clicked and Steve ran into the room.

He couldn't help but gasp slightly as he walked in. Towels, makeup, shampoo, anything you would find in a bathroom, lay strewn across the floor. Mixed in with them was countless pieces of sharp glass. In the middle of it all stood Natasha, tears streaming from her eyes as she watched blood drip off of the end of the strange stick that was clutched in her completely destroyed hand.

He didn't quite know how to react, he had never seen her lose control like this. "Natasha?"

"Hey Cap," she replied in a monotone voice, not looking up from her hands.

He walked towards her, even though he could feel the glass cutting into his feet. "W-what's going on? What happened?"

As he walked to stand next to her he noticed she was shaking and was tilting back and forth like she was going to tip over. He could hear her wheezing slightly. Steve slowly walked up next to her and touched her arm. He didn't want to make her more upset. "Natasha? What's going on?"

She turned to look at him, her eyes red, but blank, like she wasn't there. She shoved the stick into his hand, successfully getting more blood everywhere. "Surprise, Dad." Before he even had time to reply she leaned forward and fell into him, he caught her limp body and felt her pulse. It was fine, she had just fainted, but she was still losing a lot of blood.

"What did you do?" He wondered as he quickly set the strange stick on the counter, it could wait until later, and picked up the girl.

"Jarvis, call Bruce." He commanded as he walked into her bedroom.

"He is currently at the Triskelion. Would you like me to contact him there?"

Steve looked at the blood dripping from her hands and felt her pulse again. "Yeah, tell him to get back here as soon as possible."

"Of course, Sir."

"Thanks," he said as he set Natasha down on her bed. Grabbing a few clean towels from the closet he picked up her hand and wrapped it in it to hopefully slow down the blood. From the glass on the floor, he knew she had hit the mirror, but why? And what was up with that weird stick? Why did she say dad? Maybe she was hallucinating. Drugs? No, she'd never do drugs. To him it almost looked like she was having some kind of panic attack, but he couldn't be sure. After watching her for a few minutes he decided there was nothing else he could do but wait for her to wake up or Bruce to get there. Checking her pulse one more time, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and walked back to the bathroom that was connected to her room. First he picked up everything on the floor but the glass. Then grabbed a broom and a wash cloth and started cleaning up the glass and blood. The amount of blood made him feel sick. Sure, she had had worse injuries than this, but that was always from a mission. This was different, something had made her so upset that she did this to herself. Once he had everything cleaned up, he went to deal with the mysterious stick that seemed to be the source of their problems. As he reached out to grab it, he heard noises from her room. She had just woken up as he ran back in, holding the stick.

"You think anythings broken?" She asked casually, looking at her hand.

"Natasha," he said sternly, walking over to her, the blood covered stick still in his hand. "What's going on?"

She simply looked at the stick in his hand and laughed. "I'm totally fucked. Both metaphorically and literally, by you. Remember?"

He blushed slightly before staring up at her. "This is serious, stop joking around. What is this stick?"

"That, my dear Captain, is a pregnancy test."

He gave a her a blank stare.

"See, when girls have sex with their teammates, they buy one of these to see if there's a doomed super baby growing in their uterus." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. While she was acting like she didn't care, he noticed the water welling up in the corners of her eyes and he hands start to shake. "If it has one line, you're safe. If it has two, then there's some poor kid up in there."

He didn't say anything and instead tried to look for the lines on the test.

"You can't see it on that one because there's blood all over it." Her voice wavered slightly. "But there is two lines on that shit. Contrary to popular belief, I don't sleep with everyone. So congratulations Dad, we're screwed." She looked down, desperate to not let him see her cry.

"A baby? We're having a baby?" He asked, smiling slightly.

"No. I'm having a baby, then it's going to go live with a nice normal family, with a mom who can take care of it. With people who don't snap other peoples necks on a daily basis." She said.

"But-"

"It's that or abortion, Rogers. Those are my two choices. Dead baby or alive happy baby, just not with us." She knew she would never actually abort it, she didn't need another death on her list. But she wouldn't tell him that.

"But that's our baby," he insisted.

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face, think what you want for now. But eventually you'll realize I'm right. If you don't see where I'm coming from in a few weeks, just imagine a little kid standing next to you next time you kill someone. It's fun." She deadpanned.

He didn't say anything, instead just stared down at her. Finally she looked up at him, big mistake. The second they made eye contact, she could stop the tears from flowing, no matter how good of a spy she was. Once the severity of the situation finally dawned on her, there was no stopping it. "Oh my god, I'm fucking pregnant with Captain Purity's baby. God, I'm sorry. I didn't think it was possible, I forg-" she stopped talking and wiped her eyes, but it didn't help much.

"Hey, it's okay," he sat on the edge of the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. For once she didn't object. "I have just as much blame as you here."

"No, you don't," she mumbled as she leaned her head against his chest. He felt the hot tears leaking through he shirt, but he didn't mind. "I forgot."

"Forgot what?" Steve asked, rubbing her arm soothingly. He was still slightly in shock that he was going to be a father.

"I forgot," she paused and sighed. "I can't get pregnant, it's impossible. But," she paused again. "I forgot, that out of the seven billion people on earth, you're the only exception to that rule." She paused and lowered her voice to a whisper. "You're always the exception." She raised her voice back up to normal and cleared her throat. "Similar genetic mutation and all that."

He nodded. "It's not your fault, Nat. We're going to be fine, I promise."

"Why were you here anyway?" She asked.

"Honestly? I was going to ask you out," he replied truthfully.

She laughed dryly. "Oh, bad timing."

"Yeah, you don't say."

"Fury's gonna be pissed." She said.

"We might be unemployed after this, you know. Or dead." He joked.

"I wouldn't be surprised. I have more seniority than you do though. So if anyone's getting shot, it's you. I'm pregnant, remember?"

"How could I forget," he replied. "I'm gonna be a dad."

Natasha sighed. "You'll be a biological father, but if we want them to be safe, you can't be anything besides that."

He didn't reply, instead he just looked at the test and pulled her in closer to him.

Later, he went back to the bathroom to wash off the test, as he watched the blood flow down the drain and stared at himself through the shattered fragments of the mirror, he realized she was right.

Present day

Five years later, and Natasha Romanoff still hated waiting. She still had two minutes to think about everything. But this time she didn't have as much to ponder over. The first time she woke up in the wrong room, it was an accident. Every time after that, not so much. So statistically it made since that this would happen again, right?

She didn't have to answer, because the timer went off on her phone again. This time she quickly flipped over the test, revealing the same two lines. Thousands of emotions passed through her all at once. Angry, scared, annoying, mad at herself for messing up again a after they just got one kid back, and finally, happy. Happy. She was happy.

"You don't deserve happiness, Natalia," a voice whispered.

"Shut up," she whispered back.

"Natalia, our favorite mu-"

"Steve," she yelled, quickly slipping the test into her sweatshirt pocket. While she was pretty sure no one else would be surprised, since it was kind of obvious, Steve hadn't noticed at all.

"Yeah?" He asked, walking into the room. As soon as he saw her sitting on the ground again, concern washed over his face. "Are you ok?"

"I don't know," she said. He started walking towards her and she stood up.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to figure out where Sam's going to sleep next time he comes to visit." She said.

"In the guest room?"

"Yeah, but it won't be a guest room for much longer." She shrugged.

"What do you mean?" He asked cautiously.

"Well we need it to be a kids room."

"No we don't, Ana already has her room."

She rolled her eyes, sometimes he could be so oblivious. "Not for Ana," she shoved the test in his hand. "It's time for #2."

He looked at it for a second before looking up. "Really?" He smiled widely.

She nodded. "Really." Before she had even finished saying it she had already felt herself being lifted off the ground and spun around.

"We're gonna be parents, again!" He laughed and leaned in to kiss her. "I love you so much."

"You too," she replied, leaning her forehead against his. They were quiet for a minute before she spoke up again. "So this is how it's supposed to feel?"

He nodded. "Guess so."

"What are we going to tell Ana? We just got her back, I don't want her thinking the baby is to make up for how we messed up before or anything."

He shrugged. "Of course not. We'll figure out how to tell her later."

"You know," Natasha said. "If we do this again Fury's going to start giving out Shield mandated vasectomies. Every man in Shield will hate you."

Steve laughed. "He's going to be so mad, it's not even funny."

"It kind of is though."

"Yeah, it really is."