Tony couldn't sleep.

Not that he ever could sleep. While Clint and Kim slept peacefully he was alert with worry and fear and plans. He decided to go to the lab to tinker with a prototype idea he had for clients hearing aid.

While on the way to the kitchen to make some coffee he heard pained whimpers from the living room. He looked, frowning. "Micheal?"

There was Micheal, a little less glorious than normal and a little more beat up. He was holding his wound in his upper chest, his face bruised and cuts everywhere. He was breathing heavy with the burden of the pain. He couldn't even concentrate to keep his wings hidden. They were splayed on the couch, just as beat up as him. Feathers going this way and that, some loose and falling to the ground. He looked up. " .." He said weakly.

Tony nearly rushed over, worry clear in his eyes. "My god, what happened?" Micheal took in a breath before speaking. "Luke decided to make a move. Damian lead an army of demons but he couldn't get past one step. I fought him off but he will be back, I'm sure of it." Tony swallow the worry he felt down. "Do you need any help? I could get Bruce, he can stitch you up." Micheal shook his head. "I shall be fine Anthony. I should be healed by morning." Tony nodded. "I'm at least making you a coffee. You earned it." Micheal gave a weak smile as Tony ran off to the kitchen.

A few minutes later he came back with two mugs of coffee. He handed one to Micheal. "Here." Micheal took it gently. "Thanks."

Tony took a sip. "So why exactly was Luke trying to attack my family?" Micheal sighed. "It is something I cannot speak of. It could alter the time-line and universe as we know it." Tony just stared at him. "So you can't tell me why there coming after my family, nearly killing you. What is so important you can't? I mean I promise not to tell anyone." Micheal shook his head. "In about two weeks time, you will know, I promise. But I am bound by the laws of the universe." "Can I at least help you? I mean, it's my family there after, it's the least I can do." "I can't risk that. " Tony sighed. "Well... enjoy the coffee." He turned, walking back to the lab and feeling useless.

For once Quinn was asleep and was staying asleep. Gage was too worried about everything to sleep. He watched her, watching her belly, feeling as though it will grow before his very eyes.

Her stomach has already grown enough to cause the faintest of stretch marks. He worried if her skin would rip, how much pain she could be in, if her and the baby could even live though the accelerated growth.

And if she and the baby did live, were they ready? They still need to get a room ready, cloths bought and anything else a new mother and infant would need. He could feel a panic attack forming. His hands were shaking and it was hard to breath. He quickly and quietly excused himself to the bathroom. He didn't want to wake her when it's one of the few nights she's sleeping soundly.

Once in the bathroom he closed the door quietly as he possibly could. He then went to the sink, running his hands thru what was left of his hair.

He had to calm down. This was gonna get him no where. He took in a few deep breaths then washed his face with cold water.

He felt little less terrified after that. But he still wasn't gonna get any sleep. Too worried. Too on guard and alert. He decided to go downstairs, eat something, maybe it'll calm him down.

He walked out of the room as quietly as possible, going down the staircase. When he walked past the living room he saw Micheal, tending to some pretty bad wounds. He went in. "Whoa, what happened to you?" Micheal shrugged as he kept his glowing hand over a particularly bad wound, healing it. "Damian is what happened. I managed to fight him off." Gaga walked closer. "Damian was here?" Micheal nodded. "Yes. He had a small army. He intended to barge in and kill Quinn and her unborn child. I fought them off." Gage frowned. "Should we expect them again? Is there anything I can do to help?" Micheal shook his head. "Unless you have some divine ability that I am unaware about, no."

Gage sighed. "I hate this. Why are they after her? It's just a baby, what reason do they have to kill them?" Micheal tensed, avoiding Gage's eyes. "I cannot say." Gage walked closer, feeling that this situation is suddenly bigger and worse than he thought. "At least tell me, does Quinn live? Either of them? Will my baby be ok?" Micheal looked away. "I am not allowed to say. " "Please….just something, I'm fucking terrified, going out of my mind with worry." "Gage, please. If I tell you even a hint of what will happen I will lose my job. I would no longer be an archangel. I would no longer be able to protect this family." Gage hates that his eyes welled up. Feeling like a disappointed child. "Goddamn." He ran his hands they his peach fuzz. Before he broke down he excused himself. "I'm just...gonna get some food.."

Clint was a light sleeper. Always has been from childhood. Between grabby circus freaks and all-nigher missions that could go wrong at any second, he's learned to be awake while sleeping. So he felt Tony leave before he was even out the door.

He attempted to go back to sleep but it wasn't happening.

He went straight to the lab, not wanting to bother Micheal when he looked so injured. He knew there must have been some divine battle of some sort and there was nothing he could do to help that.

He put in the code for the lab and walked in, seeing Tony at his work station, hunched over and working on something he couldn't see.

He knocked lightly on the wall to get his attention. Tony turned at the sound before relaxing. "Oh hey. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Clint shrugged. "It's ok, I'm a light sleeper, it dosnt take much. What are you working on?"Tony looked nervous. "Uhh well something for you, actually. Thought I'd start on those hearing aid design. You know, something a little smoother, a little sleeker, more comfortable-" "Tony." Clint said quickly, getting his rambling boyfriend to shut up. Rambling meet he was exhausted or near an anxiety attack…or both. Both is more likely.

He hates how utterly exhausted and terrified Tony looked, as much as he tried to hide it. Clint walked over, looking down at him as Tony was still sitting on his stool. He placed his hands on either side of his face and neck and smiled softly. "Thank you. I'm sure they will be amazing. When's the last time you slept?" Tony was about to say something along the lines of "this morning" when Jarvis broke in. "Sir has been awake for the entirety of Gage's diagnoses, surgery and recovery." Clint frowned. "That's like 50 hours Tony." Tony rolled his eyes. "It's not the worst. My record is 75 hours-" Tony went to turn on his stool when Clint turned him back around. "You need sleep." Tony scoffed. "Yeah because that's going come so easy. I'm happy Gage is alright, fucking relived but now Quinn is pregnant with a baby that could be here in less than a week. Where not even sure if either her or the the baby could survive that. I just have a lot on my mind. So instead of forcing myself to sleep and tossing and turning I'm here, tinkering."

Clint sighed. He understood why he can't sleep, it dosnt change the fact this could affect his health and well-being. He helped Tony stand up, wrapping him in his arms. "You know Kim can help you." Tony shook his head. "No. She needs her rest. She puts up with too much from me as it is. I don't want to bother her." "Maybe I can help?"

Tony scoffed, looking up at him, cursing his short height. "How? Gonna give me milk and cookies and read me a bedtime story?" Clint rolled his eyes. "Well if you could stop the sass for five seconds I was going to suggest we...well...make out? Maybe make love and make you all kinds of tired, in the best sense possible." Tony bit his lip, gently playing with Clints night shirt. "What about Kim?" He always felt bad when he and Clint did stuff on their own, as if they're leaving her out. Clint smiled softly. "She would understand that this is for your own good and well-being. " He started to kiss Tony's neck. Still talking, softly. "I bet you she would watch us to. She would watch and rub herself. Making herself all kinds of wet." Tony but his lip, letting Clint take over completely.

Clint smirked, nibbling his neck gently, knowing it was one of Tony's weak spots. "First, I'm gonna get you all relaxed and hot and bothered. I want to make you feel so good. I want you to forget about everything happening. " He took Tony's band shirt off quickly, feeling up his chest, tracing the arc rector gently before leaving soft kisses along it.

Tony hummed, letting out little breathy pants and moans as Clint kissed and suckled lower.

Clint was kneeling, taking his boxers off along with his sleep pants. Tony was only half hard, which worried Clint a bit. Tony was always very sensitive and normally would be aching at this point. He put the worry in the back of his mind, remembering the lack of sleep and stress his partner is going through.

He took Tony in his mouth, gripping him around his thighs, gripping his ass. Tony gasped. He felt himself grow in Clints mouth. He knew Clint saw he was having a more difficult time with this and he was glad he didn't say anything because now with his mouth around his now achingly hard cock, he grew in seconds in the warm mouth.

He certainly hoped this would help him sleep. If not, at least he gets to be close to Clint.

Loki was awake. Unable to sleep from all the emotional turbulence inside the house. His magic he normally had guarded against others emotions. Being a magical creature he was just as emphatic as Quinn, the only difference is Quinn knows how to handle it where Loki never learned how. There was never a reason to. He always thought he would have his magic.

He stood by the window, watching the stars and moon. It was starting to become colder out. Winter would be upon them soon here up north. It was October right now.

He felt Gage's fear and anxiety about Quinn. It made him shiver and suck in a breath. So far he's the only really emotional one out of everybody in the house at the moment.

Tony was worried and unable to sleep but Loki had become accustomed to that and Clint was easy to sleep but a light sleeper. Clint seemed the most balanced out of all of them.

"Hey, you ok?" He turned, seeing TJ sitting up in bed. He smiled softly. "Yes my dear. Go back to sleep." TJ was already standing and walking toward him with a soft, sleepy smirk. "No can do." He wrapped his arms around Loki who melted into his embrace.

It was going to be a long week for everybody.