A/N: Okay, this will be the last one for this week. Hope you all enjoyed it:)
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After Fitz had left the room, I leaned back in the chair I occupied. I was staring at the wall so long, I didn't see them come in. They sat on the couch, and coughed, getting my attention.
"Yes?"
"I think we need a session," Steve said, gesturing to the three of us.
"We were wrong to assume you'd go along. You've always been one to rebel against the norm." Bucky teased to lighten the mood.
"It wasn't rebellion," I said, sighing, "I've hated people making decisions for me, since I can remember. I chose to graduate earlier; I chose 2 universities because they told me it couldn't be done. I wanted to prove to them I could."
"I would love nothing more than to be married to both of you. But when you talk to me like I'm not there, I feel like I'm being controlled."
"Why on earth would we try to control your heart?" Bucky asked gently.
"I was afraid," I choked out.
"Afraid of what?" Steve asked, leaning forward slightly.
"I'm outnumbered. Yes, we can all be pigheaded sometimes, but you two will always outnumber me. I would have no choice in who I wanted to be when these two are born. I would be the stay at home mom, and you two knuckleheads would march head first into whatever battle came our way. I would be the housewife!"
"We would never ask that of you." Steve said, taking Bucky's hand.
"What happens if you two didn't come home from a fight?" I asked, turning the mood somber. Bucky and Steve looked at each other and sighed.
"I would be raising our children, alone. I would have lost the two loves of my life. I would be lost, but unable to show it because I would have to be strong for the children. I would have no time to myself between a job, and taking care of them. I wouldn't be able to do what makes me happy. Building things, helping my patients, and taking long, fast rides in my new car."
"We aren't asking you to stop doing those things. And losing us was a risk you took when we all understood what this relationship would mean."
"I need you two to understand something. Before I met either of you, I was a different person entirely. SHIELD was my home, my family. I cannot give up on them. I will be here, almost as much as I will be home. Agent Fitz needs my help, and I bring something to this team that they need."
"What is that?"
"Support. They are being hunted by the United States government, and can't get half the things they need. I'm redesigning a Quinjet for them, and I plan on making many more. Fury has five more bases, all over the world, and I plan on bringing this back to it's former glory. Obviously minus the HYDRA on the inside."
"You think the world needs this?" Steve asked, watching me carefully.
"We protect the world from a much weirder one. They need it whether they want it or not." I said, standing up.
"What's wrong?" Bucky asked, noticing the discomfort on my face.
"I've been sitting far too much today. But if I don't sit enough I get tired. It's a difficult balance." I said, trying to rub my back.
"Okay." Steve said, standing up and slowly moving towards me.
"Can you forgive me for being pigheaded?" He asked, taking my hand. Looking into his eyes, Bucky added, "Goes for me too sweet cheeks."
"As long as you two forgive me for running." I said as I hugged them both.
"Of course," They said, kissing my head.
"Now, we should get home to talk to your Dad. He's been beside himself with worry."
"I've never gone more than a week without talking to him, even if only for five minutes." I said, feeling horrible.
"And when we've finished talking with him, we pack up." Steve said, smirking at Bucky.
"Why?" I asked, wondering where we were going.
"How about you just trust us?" Bucky said, smiling. Each gave me a soft kiss, holding my growing belly and me as close as they could. I was wrong to leave them, but I do not regret the time I spent here.
It was a small wedding, off the coast of Greece. We vowed to remain faithful to each other, and put our love and trust in one another. I took both men's last names, so as not to pick favorites. Instead of rings, we all chose bracelets that were permanently welded around our wrists. Mine was a bit more feminine with our birthstones, and the guys chose a more masculine design.
It was really beautiful, and I was upset that I put off the inevitable. I really wanted Phil and the team there but they were on a mission. Plus, my father and Pepper probably weren't ready for another shock to their systems. Steve surprised me by signing up for SHIELD, again. This time, Bucky was with us.
Coulson was overjoyed to be working with Steve again, and bombarded Bucky with questions about the Howling Commandos. I was able to stay on base, and work with Fitz more. All we told my Dad was that a new, improved, and Hydra free SHIELD had arisen, and it had new leadership. He was more than happy to give us funds, to make more Quinjets, and help with research.
"We are making a lot of progress Fitz," I said, watching as he reassembled a processor.
"My hands aren't shaking anymore." He noted, smiling.
"Now, I'm sure you're ready to take on a few projects." I replied, proud of what he had accomplished in the past two months.
"Like what?" He asked, as a few people came into the lab.
"I want you to simplify the Quinjet's cloaking." I said, studying his face.
"Shouldn't be too hard."
"That's the spirit," I said, clapping him on the back.
"I think you're ready for that talk with Jemma I mentioned."
"I just want to move past what happened, and get better."
"You are better Fitz. Not to sound like I had low expectations, but I wasn't sure if you would get to this point. But you opened up, and embraced the change, the fear, and your condition."
"I wasn't sure I would get here either."
"I took a gamble on your treatment, and it paid off. You've helped yourself, more than I helped you." I said, before I noticed the time.
"That's all for today, but I'll come check in with you later about the cloaking." I said as I moved towards the exit.
"Sera," he called. I turned to see him smiling at me, "Thank you."
"No thanking me. You deserve this, to get better. It's all on you," I laughed, before leaving the lab.
"Sera!" I heard as I walked.
"Mack, what can I do for you?" I asked,
"It's been months. Can I just take a look at the engine?"
"Mack, I've told you, not even my own father has been allowed to touch that car."
"Just one look." He said, sounding like he was begging.
"Tell you what. You tell me exactly how I joined the cars engine to the flight engine, and how I was able to make both run off of no fuel, then you can show me what you know about cars, on the SUV's. And, maybe I'll let you help with the Quinjet engines."
"Sounds fair enough," he smirked, before heading back the way he came.
"What's wrong?" Coulson said, as I entered his office. Pressing a button on my phone I heard a small pop.
"I haven't quite trusted Mack or Bobby for the last two months." I said, watching as smoke rose from the miniature version of Lola.
"You have reason to suspect a mole?"
"The fact I found a bug in this car says I do," I said, ripping it apart to show Phil.
"Something has seemed off about Bobbi since she got here. Not that she hasn't been a good agent, but she's been too good. Not questioning a mission's details, observing a lot more. I don't think they are for Hydra, not by a long shot, but I want permission to interrogate them."
"How do you plan on making that happen?"
"Say we need a full psych evaluation on all agents. That way they don't suspect. That chair does nothing, because we can dance around the truth. We all knew Ward beat it, and so did Natasha."
"How is Romanoff?"
"Mainly pissed. Steve may or may not have let it slip that you are the new head of SHIELD, so I expect her to find us any day now with Clint by her side. I'm bound to get an earful of Russian I will never repeat to my children." I said, patting my belly, when I felt a kick.
"We will cross that bridge when we come to it." Coulson said, paling.
"So can we get back to the conversation?" He asked.
"I know they are hiding something Phil. Do you trust me?"
"I've never had a reason not to." He said, before nodding.
"Discreetly, but I give you permission. I know you don't like using it if you don't have too, but maybe seeing what going on in their heads will give us a better idea."
Steve and Bucky returned from a mission later that night, and we all laid in bed, feeling the babies kick.
"So, should we start thinking of names?" I asked, closing my eyes.
"We agreed to have this last names be opposite their biological father, so they wouldn't feel they only had one Dad who loved them."
"No, I meant first names." I laughed as someone tickled my belly.
"ангел," Bucky said.
"Yes?" I said opening my eyes
"Steve and I were going to let you name the babies."
"We don't care what theirs names are, because we will love them no matter what." Steve added.
"Okay," I said after a long pause.
"Have you picked something out already?" Bucky said teasingly.
"Maybe," I smirked.
"Can we hear them?" Steve said, shifting to look at my face. Grinning, I leaned towards Steve's ear, whispering my ideas, and then doing the same in Bucky's ear.
"That's…" Bucky started, but was choking up.
"Perfect." Steve finished. We all lay there, enjoying the silence, stealing kisses every so often. I didn't want to reveal their names to everyone just yet.
"Don't be too alarmed when Coulson requests that I do a psych evaluation on you guys," I murmured.
"He's wanting them for everyone. May's ex-husband wasn't willing to come back to do them himself."
"Isn't there some rule that you can't do family or friends treatment?" Steve asked, confused.
"Yeah, but it's different within SHIELD. We are a family, but I have to weed out the crazies, make sure everyone is emotionally stable to be working here."
"Let's stop talking about work. I need sleep," Bucky slurred. I knew he was drifting off, so I whispered to Steve, "He's grumpy."
"It was a tough mission." Steve said, kissing my forehead.
A/N: I just love that Bucky calls Sera Angel in Russian, like he did when he was Yasha. Anyways, enough of my heart flutters. How did you like it? :)
