Prompt: Can you do this old Prompt: Tony mpreg – After Civil War (-movie) Tony has a one night stand and ends up pregnant, he's far too much focused on his high risk pregnancy to care about the avengers legal troubles. Vision and Rhodey overing,and more tony mpreg.

So basically day and night I think about Post CACW Tony not giving a single fuck about Team Cap, his only concern going to his child(ren). I literally could not stop thinking about this I had to write something. I hope you like it.

"Mr. Stark?" The Doctor was leaning over him, trying to capture his wandering attention span.

Weakly, almost like his brain couldn't put together the sounds to respond, "Yeah, I'm listening." He wasn't. The doctor went back to explaining the 'next steps' as they were putting it. But Tony was stuck at start.

Pregnant. He never thought that word would be directed at him. He was careful, he took every step into making sure this wouldn't happen. Condoms, birth control but still here he was. Sitting, alone with the only doctor he could trust enough to exam him.

Dr. Michael Oddman (and boy did he live up to the last name) was someone that Tony had stumbled across years ago. It took a real long time for Tony to be comfortable with the man, but Doc never changed just smiled that same goofy smile and told Tony if he was good he'd get a lollipop. Aside from his out-there personality Dr. Oddman was a great doctor and has been able to keep up with Tony and his own out-there personality for the past decade or so.

"You're not listening to me Mr. Stark and I was going to throw in a sticker with your lollipop today." Dr. Oddman sighed and shook his head at the omega. "Honestly I don't know why I bother to explain anything, I'll make sure to send all the correct information about the next steps of your pregnancy to Ms. FRIDAY."

Dr. Oddman was shuffling papers on his desk when Tony finally seemed to come out of his shock a little bit. "Doc what do I do?"

"That's for you and your alpha to figure out…." The beta doctor scribbled down a few more annotations and then turned around to face his most loyal patient. Looking at the omega the doctor jumped and then quickly moved to bring the younger man into his arms. Tears were streaming down the billionaires face, eyes wide open and looking lost.

"I don't," He choked back a sob, "I don't know."

"Know what Mr. Stark?" The doctor was shocked, all the times the omega came to him, whether it was reluctantly or barely conscious and heavily injured, he never saw Mr. Stark shed a tear.

"The alpha, I was upset, drunk. Hooked up with a random stranger, I don't even know their name."

Dr. Oddman just pulled the disheveled omega closer, rubbing his trembling back while he shed silent tears into his doctor's coat. "It's going to be okay Mr. Stark, we'll figure this out. I promise."

xXx

When Dr. Oddman made a promise, he kept that promise. True to his word the doctor helped him figure everything out. When Dr. Oddman's shift ended that night he ventured to Mr. Stark's San Francisco condo, where the omega would stay when he was recuperating or needed to see his primary doctor. A couple years ago Dr. Oddman had moved to San Francisco when he got offered a position he could turn down. When he told his patients about his move most were sad to see him go but wished him the best of luck. When Mr. Stark found out, he bought a condo within walking distance of his job.

So that's where the doctor went, together with the help of FRIDAY they got to work. They set up a doctor's schedule for Mr. Stark and showed the man a few trusted doctors that he would have to see throughout his pregnancy. Laying out the basics of his new diet (which was very strict due to his health issues, arc reactor damage was not good for baby conception), some exercises that he should start now to help with his ankles and back further down the road.

It was a lot to take in but Tony was feeling a lot better than he had when the news was broken to him.

Later that night after Dr. Oddman had gone home in search of some much needed rest and he had his next four steps planned out and FRIDAY looking into someone high rated parenting books, Tony laid in bed. Curled tight around his stomach, one hand gently rubbing over his still flat stomach Tony whispered into the dark of his bedroom, "We're going to be okay."

xXx

Months later hidden in the depths of Wakanda, a team of felons raged on.

"I can't believe! A year, a full fucking year we've been here and Stark hasn't done a damn thing to bring us home."

"Clint please…"

"No Cap, this is bullshit. We've been here a year and are no closer to going home than we were three months ago. I would have thought that we would have been home months ago, yet it's a year and not a single thing has been done to get us back to the US." Clint was furious, he was missing precious time with his kids and wife, he hasn't even been able to communicate with them outside of a few letters he was able to get to the with T'Challa's help. Scott felt the same, although he was feeling less anger than the archer.

"I hate to say it Cap but I miss being state side, Wakanda's nice and all but I feel like were just sitting pretty in a fancy cell." Sam was right, The UN was still out for them, arrest warrants out for all of them after Germany and him breaking the team out of the raft. During their time away Steve had tried to reach out to Tony but he never heard anything from the other man.

T'Challa was an amazing host, keeping them safe in his mansion while also trying his hardest to clear their names without rising any suspicions. One night he had pulled Steve aside and admitted that short of some sort of disaster that without Tony's help, he didn't think he'd ever be able to get them home.

For months the UN argued and debated on what to do about the Rogue Avengers. Some wanted their blood, others were trying to be practical.

"Without Iron Man we need other supers to help protect us."

"They are nothing but criminals, why let them off so easily?"

"We need a defense in the case of another event such as New York."

"They deserve to rot in jail cells for the ignorance and destruction."

"I'm not sure if I or my people would feel safer at the hands of the Rogue Avengers."

"After all that I've seen I'd rather put my trust and safety in the hands of Iron Man."

"Iron Man isn't here, who do we have?"

"We could work out a deal with the Rogue Avengers, or reach out to Mr. Stark."

"Where is Tony Stark?"

And there it is. The million dollar question everyone wants answered. Where is the superhero Iron Man?

xXx

A few miles of the shores of Lake Eire, a baby cried in the arms of his mother.

"Aw baby," Tony Stark, the man everyone was looking for gently lifted his 3 month old baby boy into his arms. Bouncing and rocking the restless pup in the cradle of his arms. "Shh, hush now little one." The omega rocked back and forth, his pup held tight against his chest, gently rocking him and cooing to calm his cries. When his baby started to calm he brought him away from his face so he could see those pudgy cheeks. Hazel eyes that flashed gold when the sun caught them just right stared up into the geniuses eyes.

"There you are," He gazed adoringly at his child. Little hands waved about and the little tatter tot gurgled at his mother happily. "Come on nugget, the stars shine bright tonight."

Happy gurgles and breathy sounds seemed to agree with him so he made his way to the second floor back deck that was just outside his bedroom. Outside Tony stood under the dark night skin that shined bright with hundreds of stars. To most the sky would have been breath taking but to Tony nothing compared to the little bundle of life in his arms.

That night, the stars shined bright, glittering in greeting as if the universe was speaking to them, whispering with the cool breeze.

Because the universe knew, Julien Edwin Stark was going to be okay.

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