Look! Update, on time! I swear I'm not sick. I also tried to make it longer, but the story refused.
I still do not own Marvel. Yet. ;)
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Time has a way of passing. Bucky had grown more accepting of himself, before he even knew it. Claire had been so busy helping everybody else with their problems, that she'd just gotten over her own shock of an entirely new life at Stark Tower. Pepper wasn't sick after all, and she'd forgotten she had been afraid she might be.
Natasha still didn't really believe that she might be within reach of a future she had long forgotten to even dream about, it was such a far ways away, but suddenly it was upon her. Steve had sorted out his past with Peggy and had a future with Bucky. He was finally starting to come to accept his warped life as it was.
Bruce had stopped running. He had wanted to, but refused to voice or even think about the desire to belong, and this very special morning, he was cooking breakfast for his family. A family that, no matter what Tony Stark might joke, he was really the patriarch of. Unusual it might be, but it was theirs.
Clint had finally healed from that accident in the field he no longer even remembered. Not too dangerous nor debilitating, it had turned out the trick to get through it, was not to ponder it. It was not so bad, and he needn't worry. He could regain his speed in climbing through Tony's Tower's vents at his own good time. And he had done.
The Hulk had been content already, before anybody else was, because simplistic as his world was, he was so much more immediately insightful than most of his family. He had known, already, that that was what they were. Family. Other people, to help him and Bruce finally become friends, like they had both befriended their new family.
And Tony, Tony had become a father. And then, a father again, as Pepper had her baby.
Natasha, who - after Pepper, of course - was the one who got to hold the baby first; was utterly speechless, when she was staring down at the tiny person in her arms with complete amazement and wonder. It was moving, just to watch her like that. Completely absorbed, and already adoring this tiny new life anybody would have been a fool not to immediately notice they'd have to get through her to ever get to. Then, everybody who watched had an opportunity to chuckle after discretely wiping away tears, as Tony Stark got equally as speechless, which was considerably funnier, though perhaps not necessarily less moving.
On the evening after giving birth, Pepper Potts was back in the tower, feet up, watching everybody coo over her girlfriend's shoulder; as the Black Widow plainly refused to relinquish the baby. Nobody pushed: possibly they didn't dare to, but mostly it was just so obvious that this was where the baby was meant to be right now. A little baby girl, securely wrapped in an embroidered red blanked, safely ensconced in her mother's arms.