AN: Enjoy! The events in this Chapter are taken from a section in the last chapter of 'Five Times The Avengers Visited The Baby Maximoff Twins', but you don't need to have read that to understand.
After the one occasion in which Natasha had unintentionally startled Wanda as she was feeding Billy in the middle of the night, Wanda and Vision had soon adjusted to the fact that the Black Widow usually came to stay at the Barton House for a day or two after a mission.
So, on this particular Saturday morning when a bleary-eyed wandered into the lounge room while Vision and Wanda burped the twins after a feed, neither of them batted an eye.
"Auntie Nat!" Lila ran to hug her.
"Morning, kiddo" Natasha smiled, lightly ruffling her hair. "Morning, everyone."
"Good Morning, Nat" Laura smiled, watching over a few sizzling pans of eggs and bacon . "Lila, can you come set the table for breakfast, sweetie? Make sure you set a place for Auntie Nat.."
Lila nodded, rushing off to do as her Mother had asked. On weekends, Breakfast at the Barton's was a family affair, and they made sure to eat at the table, together. Even Vision, who didn't actually eat, enjoyed these weekend breakfasts for the conversations they all had around the table.
Natasha turned her attention to Wanda, her eyes lighting up when she saw the twins.
"Hey, Nat" Wanda passed Tommy over before she'd even asked. "How'd the mission go?"
"Alright" Natasha grinned, cooing and fussing over Tommy, who fussed slightly, in the middle of teething, but he loved his Auntie Nat, and soon settled in her arms. "How was your Anniversary?"
Wanda glanced over to Vision, smiling brightly as she watched him attempt to pull funny faces for Billy.
"Minunat."
"Great" Nat shifted, drawing Tommy closer as she held him, seeming rather protective over him. Vision noticed this, and couldn't help frowning slightly, his grip on Billy tightening a little.
"Is something wrong, Natasha?" He asked.
"No. Well, not anymore."
"What do you mean, 'Not anymore'?" Now it was Wanda's turn to frown.
"I should probably tell you two something" said Nat, "But try not to freak out about it, okay?"
"Okay.." Wanda's brows furrowed.
"Well, we had a meeting with Secretary Ross last week.."
"That must have been awkward" Vision grimaced. Wanda paled slightly.
"You still have to work with him?"
"Not for much longer. Anyway, he asked a few questions about the boys.. where they came from.."
"He.. what?" Vision jumped up, clutching Billy tightly to his chest. "Why?"
More color drained from Wanda's face. Her time in the Raft still haunted her. Ross was absolutely the last person she wanted sniffing around her children.
"It's okay" Nat shifted Tommy to one arm, and gave Wanda's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "We dealt with it. The Avengers assembled, and we dealt with it. Nobody is coming anywhere near Tommy and Billy, I promise."
"How.. How did you deal with it?"
"Well.."
As soon as the topic of the Maximoff twins had come up, Iron Man and Captain America, united once more, along with War Machine, Falcon, and newly-minted Avenger Bucky Barnes stood. For the moment, Nat hung back, observing.
"No one" said Tony, in no uncertain terms, "Is touching those kids."
"But surely" Ross tried, "You wonder how a robot and the witch could.."
"Vision's not a robot" Sam scowled. "And Wanda has a name."
"Still, they managed to produce.."
"Perfectly normal children" Steve immediately cut him off. "It shouldn't matter how they got here."
"I can confirm that, sir" said Rhodey. His 'Sir' had been a little forced. "There is absolutely nothing unusual about Tommy and Billy Maximoff."
"They are normal, innocent babies" Bucky finished.
All five of them stared down Secretary Ross. He finally, reluctantly relented.
"Very well.."
"I wasn't entirely convinced that he'd drop it completely, so I called in a few reinforcements.." Nat continued. "Thor hadn't come to the meeting, he's been busy trying to find the right location for New Asgard, but when I told him.."
"Secretary Ross?" A woman poked her head into his Office. "Uh.. Thor is here to see you."
"Is that the one who says he's a Thunder God?"
"I believe so, Sir."
"Alright" Ross sighed. "Send him in."
Soon after, The God of Thunder entered the office, Stormbreaker slung over his shoulder.
"You are the one they call Ross?"
"Yes. I'm really quite busy, so if you could make it quick.."
Thor laid his axe over Ross's desk, scattering some of his papers.
"This is my new weapon, Stormbreaker" He grinned. "It is good for splitting skulls, I used it against Thanos."
"Is that a threat?" Ross frowned.
"Of course not" said Thor. "I consider all the people of Midgard my friends. Asgardians will always take up arms in defense of their friends. Vision is my friend" He added, picking up Stormbreaker as he turned to leave. "Worthy of my old hammer.. special bond there.."
"Bruce, understandably, has been trying to avoid any sort of interaction with Ross since he's been back in the U.S, holing up in the lab at the compound, mostly. But when he heard what happened at the meeting.."
"We're both on the same page here Hulk, right, big guy?"
Bruce Banner strode toward Secretary Ross's office, nervous, but determined. He knew there was every chance Ross could attempt to have him arrested or contained somehow, but he had something very important to do. To remind himself just how important, Bruce glanced at his current phone wallpaper: a picture of himself with baby Billy Maximoff taken when he'd visited the Barton Farm. He nodded, more determined now, and headed inside.
Ross looked up, surprised, and though he would never admit it, maybe a tiny bit impressed when he saw Bruce.
"I'll give you one thing, Banner, it's brave of you to come here."
"I know."
"I suppose you're counting on the 'Pro-Avenger' crowd to keep you safe?" Ross scribbled on some papers.
"Actually," said Bruce, "It's not myself I'm here to keep safe."
"Oh?"
"See, the Hulk and I have had some issues recently, but there's one thing, at the moment, that we both agree on.." For a second, Bruce's face and hands morphed green, and the Hulk roared, "NO TOUCH TWINS!"
"Ah!" Ross was about to call security, but the Hulk was gone as quickly as he had come.
"That will be all.. Sir." As Bruce left, a small, satisfied smirk crossed his face.
"And then, just to make absolutely certain" Natasha grinned, tickling Tommy's belly, "Auntie Nat stepped in.."
"Hello, Secretary Ross" Natasha greeted, clutching a piece of paper as she entered Ross's office.
Ross groaned.
"If this is about.."
"You know" Nat began, ignoring him, "That I have a very specific skill set. These days, I'm a little more selective about what I use it for.. or who I use it for.." she dropped the paper onto his desk.
"What's this?"
"A reminder of my skill set. Read up."
"Alright.." Ross did so. He seemed to grow a little pale. "You've made your point.. You've all.. made your point.
"Glad to see we're on the same page" Natasha stood, taking the paper, a dangerously sweet smile on her face "Stay the hell away from my Godsons, and we won't have a problem."
"So.. dealt with" Nat finished. "No one will ask any more questions. And soon, once all the paper work goes through, we won't have to work with Ross anymore."
"Thank you, Nat" The color was returning to Wanda's face, "Really."
"No need to thank us. We all love the boys.. Ooh.." Nat handed Tommy back to Wanda and headed to the table as Laura began to dish up. "That smells good, I haven't eaten properly in days.."
Vision glanced over towards them. Looking over at Natasha, at Laura shoveling a generous helping of food onto Nat's plate. At Clint, returning from an early morning session of working on the cottage that Vision and Wanda were soon going to move into. He thought of Nat's story about Ross and the Avengers.
"Wanda?" He asked, still cuddling Billy close as they all moved to join the rest of the family at the table.
"Yeah, Vizh?" She pressed a kiss into Tommy's hair.
"How many Godparents can a child have?"
"Well.. As many as we like, really. Why?"
"Because" said Vision, "I think our Boys already have at least ten."
Wanda smiled.
"I think you're right."
Translation:
"Minunat.": wonderful.