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For the next two weeks, Fitz, Mack, Jemma, my Dad and I were hard at work in the labs, pumping out not only enough Tetrodetoxin B to take down all the elephants in Asia and Africa, but the guns themselves. Testing, retesting, and packaging had to be specific. It had to look like stolen weapons, no SHIELD or Avengers logo anywhere in sight.

Brock trained the SHIELD agents in the guns, and certain Hydra tactics for takedowns. He was very certain to make Skye's training miserable, and after I threw a pen at his head, he backed off.

"So, he really is your cousin," Bucky said wrapping his arms around my waist as I cooked dinner. I hadn't really been pulling my weight around the base, which everyone mentioned in jest, so I chuckled and said that I would cook dinner for the next few weeks to make up for that.

"What are you getting at?"

"He was always a lot nicer to me than my other handlers," He smirked.

"Because he knew that I loved you." I smiled, moving away to finish chopping vegetables.

"How does that even work? You knew me in 2011, met Steve in 2012, and then I was frozen again after that assignment until 2014, when I was supposed to kill Fury."

"I told Brock… Nikolai as we had only found out about each other, after our time together. I had just come back from Professor Xavier's school, and we talked. We had known each other since I started at SHIELD, as he was one of my instructors in the art of interrogation. He was my ride back to base from Xavier's, and thought he would try flirting with me since I was no longer his student. Turned out neither of us had known our fathers, and our mothers hid us. He asked what Nash was short for, because everyone at SHIELD knew my real name was too long to be yelling over comm's."

"And you told him."

"And his eyes just about popped out of his head."

"What did you do next?"

"We talked about our family, who we descended from and I told him that I wanted nothing to do with Hyrda or its affiliates. He and I got closer, despite me working with Steve in the next months, and then the Battle of New York. We agreed to appear as work colleagues around Steve, so he wouldn't ask questions. The next thing I know, Fury told me to make a ghost ID for him."

"How do you know he turned on them?"

"Because despite how sneaky Brock thinks he is, I know him. He taught me a lot of my torture techniques back when I first started at SHIELD. I know how his mind worked, and something felt off about him after New York. I was able to use my powers of persuasion, and I found he had been brainwashed too. He thanked me for letting him out of his head, and in turn told me that he was on my side."

"Your side?"

"Apparently it's our family motto. Family above all." I quoted, making Steve smirk from his spot at the table.

"We are family, and he trusted me to know what was right. And he knew it too, because when someone brainwashes you, something is definitely very wrong."

"True that," Bucky barked.

"Look at you, all… sort of hip," I laughed, putting a cookie in his mouth.

"Mmmm," He moaned, eyes rolling back slightly.

"You're gonna get fat," Steve said, laughing at how Bucky grabbed the plate to bring to the table.

"What's fat?" Bucky asked, still eating the cookie.

"When you eat too much food." Steve sighed, looking over mission reports.

"Fat sounds awesome! Let's get fat!" Bucky said, shoving another cookie in his mouth.

"Boys," I laughed, as Callie and Elijah stirred from their naps.

"Hello my darlings!" I said softly, picking Callie up first, and handing her to Bucky.

"Hey Princess. Do you want some cookie?" He asked, making a funny face at her.

"And Elijah can go to Dad," I said, kissing Steve cheek, and then Elijah's.

"No junk food for you Buddy." Steve said, smiling at our boy.

"I'm the fun Dad," Bucky teased.

"You're also a complete goof. Totally unrelated," I said deadpanned while setting plates out.

"So, we now have… 23 people to feed?" Steve said, looking at the number of plates.

"Not every day. People come and go here babe," I said, quickly setting out cutlery and cups. Water and juice were already on the table, and beer was sitting in the cooler. Ringing the alarm for dinner, I put the serving dishes on the table, to hear a low rumble.

"Get those two strapped in. I'm gonna feed them tonight," I said, as the guys got up with the kids. Steve moved his papers and tablet, and I set out the four bottles of wine I had flown in.

"You rang?" Dad said, stretching before sitting down. The SHIELD agents came in dispersed, surprisingly enough Wanda came in talking to Brock. The rest of the team and scientists came in one group, which scared me.

"Wow, we have a lot of brilliant minds at this table."

"Yeah, and I'm not sure any of them realize how rare this is, to gather together and solve impossible problems. This seems like a normal day for a lot of them."

"Darcy and Fitz, stop sucking face for a minute so we can say grace." I snapped at the two in the corner.

"Grace? What is this? Little House on the Prairie?" Daisy teased, sitting down beside Trip.

"No, she just wants us all to be quiet and thank her for cooking," Dad stage whispered.

"Thank you!" The resounding appreciation was heard.

"I didn't mean that, but go ahead. Tuck in," I said, pulling the twins closer to me so I could feed them.

"I hope there is some for us!" I heard and chuckled.

"Scott, where are you?" I said, looking around the room.

"Oh my god!" Jane said when he landed next to her plate.

"Don't squish him!" I said, and everyone looked to me. The tiny spec jumped off of the table and reappeared in actual size a second later.

"You should up your security. I just blew right past it all," He joked, as I stood up to get another plate.

"Don't forget me," I heard before Hope appeared. Laughing, I hugged my sister tightly.

"I've missed you. Oooh, now you can meet the whole family!" I exclaimed, before her eyes zeroed in on the twins.

"Oh Sera, they are beautiful!" She said, smiling as she took off her helmet and kneeled down to look at the kids.

"Hi there, I'm your Auntie Hope!" She said in a funny baby voice.

"Well, I can see one Avenger I have met. Sorry about the pack," Scott said, having the decency to look guilty at Sam.

"S'cool. I had our tech girl there fix it. You won't be able to get in anymore." Sam challenged.

"Everyone, this is Scott Lang and Hope Pym. Better known as Ant Man and Wasp."

"Nice to meet you all, big fan." Scott said, smiling stupidly.

"Scott, honey. We talked about this." Hope whispered.

"Oh right. It's cool to meet you all, I guess." He said, acting nonchalant. Rolling my eyes I set them places at the table.

"Introductions! My husbands Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. My father, Tony Stark. My cousin Nikolai Kalashnikov, better known as former STRIKE commander at SHIELD, Brock Rumlow. Avengers Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Vision, the Maximoff twins Pietro and Wanda, and Colonel James Rhodes. The former Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury and his former deputy director Maria Hill. Current Director of SHIELD, Phil Coulson and his deputy director Melinda May. Agents of SHIELD, Daisy Johnson, Alphonse Mackenzie, Antoine Triplett, Jemma Simmons, Leopold Fitz, Bobby Morse, and Lance Hunter. Dr. Jane Foster, girlfriend of Thor, and her former intern Darcy Lewis, who is currently in SHIELD's employ. And Dr. Erik Selvig is not with us at the moment. He's been teaching in London for the last few months."

"Hope is Dr. Hank Pym's daughter, and Scott is Dr. Pym's successor of the Ant Man title and suit."

"Is there anything you can tell me about why you called us?" Hope asked, dishing up.

"There's a bit of a long story that goes along with why we need you. If you can wait until I put these two to bed tonight, we can fill you in."

"Hey, I get food. I'm okay with waiting." Scott said, making everyone laugh.

Everyone stuck to their own conversations that night, no one revealing too much to Scott and Hope before I could myself. Hope helped me put the kids to bed, snuggling up with Callie, enjoying her niece's cuddles.

"They are both so precious," She whispered as I set up the monitor and double-checked the security on the base.

"Yeah, they are." I sighed.

"What's wrong?" She asked, looking at me intently.

"I haven't been feeling like myself. I try to out on a happy face for Steve and Bucky, and the whole lot out there, but I've been mourning."

"I thought something seemed off since I last saw you. How far along?"

"I was 5 weeks by a friends estimate, but I was shot with an arrow. It took out my right ovary and I lost the baby."

"Sera," She said, holding me close, and rubbing my back.

"Don't tell Dad," I sniffed, and she nodded as she continued to hold me.

"Sera, you haven't told them about…"

"No. Because it's in the past and it's just another thing I'd have to explain. Your husbands don't want to hear about your teen pregnancy and miscarriage."

"How many things have you kept from them? And you know that this is different from keeping your lineage. It's not something to be ashamed of."

"I'm ashamed because I was in college. And the fact I didn't even know his name."

"Lots of girls have one night stands and don't ask for names."

"I'm lucky I didn't catch something," I said with a pained smile.

"Something tells me that they know," She said, rubbing my shoulders.

"Dad wasn't impressed with me. My actual father doesn't know, and I doubt they know."

"But I think they can guess. You're taking this one, way too easily. Like you've had past experience." She said, as I placed a gentle kiss on each of my babies' heads.

"Goodnight my darlings," I whispered as I thought about what she said. We walked out of my apartment, and towards the sound of Scott laughing with the gang.

"I'll tell them later. I've had too many emotional experiences in the last month to…" I stopped, seeing Clint. His eyes found mine, and the sadness in them was too much.

"Who told him?" I yelled. The guys winced and looked at Sam, whose eyes widened.

"You forgot to tell him not to?" I said, walking up to them, staring them down. Steve and Bucky backed up slowly, noticing my eyes blazing with anger. Dragging Sam out the door, the guys followed, realizing I didn't want to do this in front of the group.

"WHAT DID I SAY?" I growled.

"To tell Sam not to say anything. But then we had lunch and it slipped our minds." Steve said, and Bucky nodded.

"And my hands are gonna slip and strangle you accidently," I thought to myself.

"So you let Sam tell Clint?"

"We didn't know they were talking," Bucky said as I grabbed both their ears.

"Natasha broke his jaw. I think he suffered enough at the hands of his wife," I whispered into their ears, "And you two can find somewhere else to sleep tonight."

"Sera, I'm sorry, I really didn't know. Don't blame them," Sam said as I approached him.

"First off, I can and will blame them. Secondly, why would you tell something so personal to the man that shot me for trying to lock myself in a cell? It was none of your business for the five of you to be spying on me in the first place. Obviously I wasn't lying anymore, and not trying to run."

"We were worried about you. Wanda said you danced to clear your head, so we thought we'd keep an eye on you."

"I dance to let out all the emotions I keep bottled up inside! It's the only way I can express myself without screaming. You guys took something that was personal and betrayed my privacy."

"Now we know why, and we are sorry." Steve said as I motioned for Sam to leave. He had the decency to shut the door behind him.

"This is not the first time I've miscarried." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Oh," Bucky said, confused.

"What I didn't tell you the morning after our first time," I said to Steve, "Was that I had a one night stand and didn't catch his name. Two months later, I went to Dr. Pym and broke down because I was pregnant. He called Hope and she helped me come to terms with it. I didn't tell my mother, because no parent wants to hear that their 17year old is pregnant."

"I was on my way to my first prenatal appointment, and I was mugged. This was back when I was only 17 and didn't know how to defend myself. I tried to keep him in one spot as I called out for help but he twisted my arm, took my bag, pushed me to the ground and kicked me in the ribs. I went catatonic for two months, and then asked Hope to teach me to defend myself."

"I'm telling you of all this, because that is the last thing I keep from you." I said, making them look up and nod.

"My brother was justified in his feelings of betrayal. While it in no way condones the killing of an unborn child, that doesn't mean he should have had that guilt put on him. Sam opened his mouth, and now it's out. But it isn't his fault that Clint knows, because you two promised to make sure he didn't tell him. Now I'm sure Laura knows and is probably giving Clint the silent treatment as well as asking him to sleep in the barn." I said, fury bubbling out.

"I have been in the barn the last few nights," I heard behind me, and I turned.

"You were never supposed to find out."

"No, I deserved this. I should have had more trust in you, and because of that, you lost a child, and now it's going to be harder for you to have another."

"No matter what you kept from us, you had good reason to. You didn't deserve what I did to you."

"And now you can beat me up cause everyone was confused and wanted to know why you were yelling at the guys. Nat may have broken a rib because I opened my mouth." He said, hanging his head. I stood there for a minute, looking between Clint and the guys, wondering who I should hit first.

"Screw this, I'll deal with you three later." I growled, walking out of the room.

"Well now that everyone knows everything there is to know about my personal life," I said, moving to explain the plan to Hope and Scott. They were impressed with the tech and Scott even offered to help.