This chapter is Clintasha dominant since I've had a lot of requests for them but it features the other Avengers too


Clint stood in front of the glass window of the nursery, looking at all the babies in their little cribs. Alexander was still in the room with Tony and Pepper, but Clint couldn't resist the chance to look at adorable little babies. He was happy for all the babies in the room; they were safe and innocent. They had a blank slate ahead of them, a life with no past, no boundaries. And odds were none of them would live a life anything like he had. They would go home with a parent or two, somewhere warm where they would be loved. They would be cared for and looked after every day of their life, surrounded by people who would die to protect them. And Clint couldn't help thinking that was really freakin' great. He smiled slightly as he felt Natasha approach him, knowing it was her before he even caught sight of her shadow.

Natasha was unsurprised when she found Clint standing outside of the nursery. When you had seen so much blood and pain in your life, you were instinctively drawn to things that possessed innocence, even if you couldn't touch it. It was one of the reasons they were both so attached to Asgeir, the little child who allowed them to forget about the red in their ledger and the demons in their past, who let them just be normal people for a little while.

"You know I always wanted a big family," Clint said as she stood at his side.

"Really?" Natasha asked, her shoulder brushing against his. The barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she looked into the nursery at the babies, feeling oddly peaceful.

"Yeah," Clint replied, loosely wrapping an arm around her waist. "When I was growing up I wanted the whole American dream: the white picket fence, the wife who loved me, a bunch of rugrats of my own, maybe even a pet dog. That was my dream when I was still young enough to dream."

"It sounds like a nice dream," Natasha murmured, leaning against him slightly. She knew none of the Avengers were around so she wasn't as hesitant to show affection toward Clint. "I dreamed about having kids once upon a time, but now…"

"What about now, Nat?"

"Maybe it's not in the cards for me anymore, especially with our line of work," Natasha replied. "Who knows if I can have them?"

"Well Nat, if I was gonna have a family, I'd have it with you," Clint said honestly, keeping his gaze on the nursery.

Natasha stiffened momentarily at his words, unsure of how to respond. A nurse inside of the nursery finally noticed them, coming over to the door. "Which one is yours?" she asked, sticking her head through the doorway. "I'll bring 'em over to the window for you to see."

Natasha turned her head back to the nursery, looking more carefully at the babies. Which baby would look like their child? The one kicking his arms and legs in the crib? The little girl with a sprinkling of red hair? The sleeping baby with his arm stretched above his shoulder reminding Natasha of how Clint reached for an arrow in his quiver? Natasha turned back to the nurse, shaking her head. "None of them are ours."

"Well don't you worry. You two are still young; kids might still be on the horizon for you," she said before going back into the nursery.


Steve paused as he walked past the nursery on his way back to Pepper's room. The sight of all the sleeping babies made him smile. In a world with so many weird things, where so many things had changed, this still stayed the same. Babies were still born into the world, still laughed and cried, still went home with a loving family. Steve was glad for the little things that stayed the same despite all the time that had past. He found himself wishing he had brought his sketchbook with him. He could have spent hours drawing the babies in the other room, trying to capture the smile of one baby or the delicate features of another. They were all so different, but each and everyone was absolutely perfect. As Steve walked away from the window, he found himself thinking that maybe so much hadn't changed after all.


Bruce smiled as he stood in front of the nursery window, looking at all the babies in the room. This is what he fought for, for these little innocent lives to grow up in a world that was safe. This is what he turned into a huge green rage monster to protect; even if he didn't know them personally, he sought to protect them all the same. He took a measure of peace from them. None of them were afraid of them. None of the babies were crying because he was there or scared of him. They couldn't care less that he was there. To them he was just another normal face passing by. Someone they would see but they would never know. Someone they weren't afraid off. He mentally added them to the ever-growing list of people who weren't afraid of him, smiling to himself as he turned to go.


"Momma, look at all the babies," Asgeir said, pressing his little hands against the window as Thor held him up.

"There are lots of mommies and daddies in the hospital today and those are their babies," Jane explained. She smiled as she looked at the babies, remembering when her son was that small. How quickly he had grown.

"Daddy, can we take one home?" Asgeir asked, turning toward Thor.

Thor raised his eyebrows, looking at Jane before turning back to his son. "Not today, Asgeir," Thor replied, smiling at his son. "But perhaps your mother and I will talk about it later."

Jane smiled up at Thor, slipping her hand into his. "I think expanding our family would be a lovely idea."

"As do I," Thor replied, kissing her softly.


I shoulda put a fluff warning at the beginning of the chapter lol. Reviews please