It was much later after the news of Quinn's pregnancy. Everyone started talking, settling down. Trying to make the two smile even in there rough time. When Kim felt her daughters fear spike she would smile to her from across the dinner table, ask about baby names and what they would prefer gender wise. Trying to show her it's not all so scary. It worked for a little while. It was rare everyone was at the dinner table (excluding D who was sleeping). It calmed Quinn down a great deal, eve made her look forward to it almost.
Once dinner was done and everyone went to there bedrooms (12am at this point) Clint stayed up with Kim and Tony. Tony was still quiet and when he wasn't quiet he wasn't animated as he normally is. While Kim was washing dishes he took Tony aside into the living room. "You've been quiet since you woke up. What's going on?" He gently sat down with him on the couch. Tony sighed. "It's that obvious?" "Well you've barely said a word and attempted to merge with the dining chair.." Tony looked away, running his hands though his hair. "In my nightmare Gage didn't make. Bruce blamed himself and ran away. And it hurt but I could handle it, I mean people leave for less but Quinn was inconsolable. Devastated. And when in her grief she turned on me. Blame me for his death. Called me a failure, a horrible father for letting him die. Then everyone started blaming me, there voices were everywhere. Screaming."
Tony was staring at the floor, gripping his hair, trying so hard not to break into tears. Clint took both his hands from his hair, holding them tightly. "Hey. Gage is safe and sound because of you and Bruce. Everyone here is grateful for the help and we all knew the risk going in. We all knew the likelihood of him dying on the table. There would have been no blame placed on anyone. You guys did your best whatever the outcome. And he is alive and well upstairs asleep and with a child on the way. Ok?" Tony gave a weak, watery smile, leaning into Clint. "God I feel old. I'm gonna be a grandpa." Clint chuckled. Wrapping both arms around him.
After a quiet moment between them Tony spoke, just realizing something. "Quinn's birthday is this week." "Guess we'l need to make a baby shower and birthday party." Tony just groaned. "Oh god there's so much to do." "Oh yeah. We'l do it. We always do."
Loki was wide awake with the feelings of the house and thoughts. He untangled himself from TJs arms and went to the window, watching the full moon shine on the expanse of grass and trees. He felt a chill, wrapping his robe around himself. He never thought he would have such a good life, surrounded by people who care, a lover who loves him unconditionally and the possibility of a future.
"Hey." He heard TJ say softly in the darkness. He turned, seeing TJ walking to him, nude and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Your thinking." Loki gave a small smile. "You can hear this can you?" "As a matter of fact, yes. I've become especially tuned to hearing thinking when living with two geniuses. What's on your mind?"Loki let his head rest on TJs shoulder.
"I never thought I would have this. This love, safety, peace. It's still too good to be true. I keep feeling as though the rug will be pulled out from under me at any moment and this will all be a dream." TJ gently turned him around, admiring how the sliver of the moons light reflects off his hair, making his skin look angelic. "It's not a dream. We love you and would do anything to protect you. I love you. No matter what you did or do. I still love you and would die to protect you. Got that?" Loki smiled, kissing TJ softly, wrapping his arms around his lovers shoulders.
Loki pulled away, resting his head on TJs chest. "And now seeing Quinn and Gage and the future of a baby in this home makes me realize I now am able to have that future if I want it." TJ wrapped his arms around Loki. "You mean kids?" Loki nodded. "Yes." "But can you even have kids?"" If I stay in my female form long enough I am able to have a menstrual cycle and reproduce ". TJ made a small noise of interest. "Neat." Loki looked up, looking into TJs dark eyes. " you do not want children." TJ shrugged. "Never really thought about it. I'm not opposed to it but I don't think I'm ready for it right now." Loki nodded. "Perhaps someday." TJ smiled, kissing Lokis had. "Perhaps."
In hell Luke was in his office, watching the images of the stark family in the air. He was seething. Once again Gage has gone though his grasp. He thought the extrmis would kill him, he thought the doctor would fail. He was wrong and now Quinn was carrying his downfall. He growled, throwing a fireball at the air that held the pictures, making it disappear in a puff of smoke. He roared."DAMIAN!" The dark red walls of his office shook with his anger.
Within moments his son walked into his office. "Yes father?" Luke was up and pinning his son to the wall. Hand around his throat. He growled. "Go take care of that whore and that abomination she is carrying. Before she ruins us all." He let go of his son who just stared at his father, ignoring the burning of his lungs. "I won't fail you father." He adjusted his suit and walked out, readying himself for a fight of biblical proportions.
He arrived near the small pond, late in the middle of the night. The moon was full and shining down upon him but he lacked a shadow. He smirked, seeing the Starks new mansion. It was much more homely than the other. He thought about taking them all out to save the trouble but before he could even get to the steps to walk inside he was shoved by an invisible force so strong he dented the dirt on his impact.
He got up, seeing Michel with his sword and golden armor, glaring down at him. He smirked, chuckling lowly. "Oh dear cousin. How is it sitting so high above everyone else?" Michael didn't say anything, he just glared. Damian let out a breath. "You must see us so small. Why do you protect those the size of ants?" Micheal gave a breath. "They are so much bigger than ants. You are not setting foot in this house. If you even try I assure you, it'l be painful." He held his sword, ready to fight.
Damian chuckled before getting his own dagger out. It was slim but sharp, he twirled it in his hand."it may be your last fight." He had the hell dagger. Able to kill an immortal being such as Angels. He knew Michael knew what it was as he charged inhumanly fast at him. Sword and dagger clanged and sparked. Michael fought him off his sword but Damian acted quick and brought Michael's legs out, making him fall.
Swords were forgotten for a moment as Damian let his ego get the best of him as he straddled Michael's waist and punched the angel over and over as hard as he could.
After a few good punches Michael caught his hand with a growl, spitting blood at him. Damian hissed in pain as Michael broke his hand with his own fist. Damian roared in pain before rolling off of him and Michael getting the upper hand, punching him hard and square in the jaw with his own nose bleeding and lip bloody.
Damian staggered, woozy from pain. Micheal backed off with a glare. Holding the hell spawns head by his dark hair. "Go back to hell before you embarrass yourself." Damian swallowed, nodding. "Yes. Just... Let me go." Michael let him thump to the ground. "Leave demon. Before I am forced to end you."
Damian laughed lowly at first, gaining volume and going maniac as the ground started to shake. The grass splitting and red light shining out. Micheal growled, charging up to him, turning him over. "What have you done?" Damian didn't answer, just smirked as legions of hell started running toward the Stark house and Michael. Micheal growled, letting his wings out, white and bright enough to even cause some pain to those who looked at them too long.
Micheal fought the legions of hell. Slicing there heads off as they turn to black dust. While Michael was weakened, exhausted and bloody from battle Damian snuck up behind him with the hell dagger, stabbing him though his chest.
Michel gasped in pain, blood trickling from his mouth. Damian chuckled in his ear as he held his cousin close and made sure the dagger was painful. Twisting it. "Never let your guard down cousin." Micheal wheezed out. "And always know where to hit." He used all his remaining strength and struggled out of the hold and off the dagger, bleeding out onto the ground but quickly used his own sword to impale Damian though his heart. Damian gasped in pain and surprise. He had missed Michael's heart.
While Damian was staring wide eyes at him Michael spoke, holding the sword there. "You missed." Damian had a look of fear before his body turned to black dust.
Micheal, with the battle over went inside the house. It would be more beneficial for the family if he stayed throughout the pregnancy. He can't risk Damian trying again. He only sent him back to hell, weak and bloody and no doubt getting punished severely from Luke for his failed job. He's sure they will try again. He can't have that happen.
Damian arrived back in hell, on the floor of there main room, bloody, exhausted and terrified of what his father will do. He didn't have to ponder long as he heard the footsteps of designer shoes. He looked up, his body shaking as he saw his father staring own at him with disgust and hate. He swallowed. "Please... Father... The angel... He is strong. He's gotten stronger.-" He was cut off as Luke outstretched his hand, making him fly into the far wall with enough force to deny it.
Before he could recover his father was already pinning him by his neck, growling in his ear. "I won't fail you father. Were those not your exact words? And what do I see? That the Angel is still alive and that whore is still carrying our death. You might have ruined is all." Damian almost blacked out before Luke threw him across the room again, falling in the fall painfully. Luke walked over. " All I ask is that you kill one little family, is that so much to ask? Ah well. You know what they say. Want something done right-" he gave a hard kick to Damian. "You gotta do it yourself." Another kick. He straightened his tie and walked over Damian's trembling and bleeding body to his office. He had some planning to do.