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As they parked in the abandoned hangar, men in suits helped out the elder Howling Commandos. I saw Peggy and she smiled in greeting. Clint and Sharon walked forward to greet them and I stayed about two steps behind. Men rolled out a large container from one of the SUV's and I had to swallow the urge to squeal in excitement.
"Director Carter," I said, nodding my head respectfully.
"Oh for heaven's sake Sera, I've been retired for nearly 20 years," She laughed, opening her arms for me to hug her. I did so gently, and she whispered, "You look lovely dear."
"And you do as well." She looked very put together in her green tweed skirt and matching cardigan.
"And you must be the Captain and Sergeant's bride," A taller man with a thick white mustache said, smiling at me.
"An honor to meet you Mr. Dugan," I said, shaking his hand.
"Mr. Jones," I smiled, shaking the man's hand.
"I've heard from my grandson you are a force not to tango with," He said smiling.
"I try to be sir, keeps everyone in line" I replied, blushing.
"Monsieur Dernier, le plaisir de vous rencontrer." I spoke in French.
"Votre français est impeccable. Vous êtes certainement la femme fatale que le capitaine nous a parlé ." He chuckled. I blushed again as Gabe said, "Frenchie, surveillez vos manières."
"No, that's quite alright. I take it as a compliment," I said smiling at the group. Sharon and Clint were giggling beside me and I hit Clint in the stomach to shut him up.
"Now, I hope you all aren't afraid of flying. These were designed to be smoother and handle better than any helicopter or plane." I said, gesturing to the Quinjet.
"Miss Union Jack doesn't appreciate planes anymore." He laughed as we walked them up the ramp.
"A plane took Steve from us. I only wish he had actually learned how to fly one is all," She huffed in jest to Dum Dum's comment. Sharon helped buckle Peggy in, as Clint and I helped Frenchie and Gabe.
"I wish we had these when I ran SHIELD," Peggy joked.
"Well SHIELD didn't even have them until Sera joined," Clint said, smirking at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, "You're just jealous that I designed them. Plus I'm a better pilot."
"I can fly circles around you any day," he challenged as I buckled Dum Dum in.
"In your dreams Hawk-boy," I said, as I checked that the container was secured first, loading up the luggage that was handed to me by the men in suits.
"Now it's on," He said.
"No it's not," Sharon said, pointing for him to sit down.
"When we get back to base, it's on." He grumbled, strapping in. I sat back in m seat, turning on the Quinjet.
"Everyone ready?" I asked, over the intercom. We had given them all headsets, and as I closed the payload door, I started vertical take off. Flipping cloaking back on as well, I started my music.
"ARESENAL, play my flying tunes," I said, smiling as Come Fly with Me came on.
"Yes ma'am. Shall I alert Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes you are on your way back?"
"Yes, but don't tell them we have guests." I added.
"Of course ma'am." She said, and I hummed along while I listened to the conversations in the back. They apparently had only seen each other the weekend before for the first time in over 5 years.
"What's up?" I asked, allowing the video feed to pop up.
"Well, unless you need to go back to school, the sky for you," Jean joked.
"Ha ha," I replied, "How are preparations going there?"
"Everything is sealed, but looks legit. Professor Xavier and Logan are running a triple check, and I'm busy training the graduates." She said, and I smirked.
"Any potentials?"
"A few. Some are just wanting to get out into the world again." She smiled sadly.
"How's Kitty?"
"She's good. Missing you and so is Rogue." She said, as I saw Scott waving in the background.
"The Professor is having some troubles with a new mutant that popped up in New York. He goes by the name of Deadpool."
"God, is he one of Magneto's Brotherhood?" I asked quietly.
"No, he was a created mutant. There is a program that creates mutants, called Weapon X."
"Fuck, I knew Ajax was gonna come back to bite us in the ass later. I will check into it on my end. Have our web slinging friend keep an ear out for him." I said, as Arsenal sent out the message for me.
"He is ex-Special Forces, Sera. The kid has no idea what he's in for."
"Merc? I will ask Brock and Hunter about him then."
"He's just getting started as far as I know. If you run into him, call for backup."
"I'll head out there for recon in the next few days, once I can sneak away. I don't want to put anyone out there, just in case."
We talked for another minute before she said, "I have a class to teach in five minutes."
"Okay, I'll see you guys soon," I said. We hung up and soon I saw the base in the breaks in the clouds.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching our destination. Please buckle up as we begin our descent," I said, hearing Clint's seatbelt being clipped in again.
"Quinjet 8 approaching base. Requesting permission for vertical landing," I said, radioing Cameron.
"Permission granted to land at south point and taxi into hangar. Welcome back Sera," Cameron greeted.
"Thanks Cameron," I chuckled. Landing gently, I taxied us into the open hangar and opened the payload door, before shutting off the panel.
"ARSENAL, run 300 point check on Quinjet 8. Something seemed a little off with the instruments when I approached 2000 feet."
"Yes ma'am," I heard as we helped unbuckle the remaining Howling Commandos. I helped Dum Dum as Trip walked up the ramp to greet his Grandpa.
"Gramps!" He said, hugging the older man. Clint helped Frenchie down the ramp, but other than that, they all seemed agile and able to walk on their own.
"Unload that carefully, and bring it to Agent Simmons. Have her start thawing it out," I ordered agents to unload the large case that held Joey.
"Well, this is Avenger's HQ. It used to be my grandfather's upstate New York storage facility, but my father remodeled it to fit our team's needs," I explained, acting as tour guide.
"We have 10 Quinjet's, 10 All-Terrain Response Vehicles and Steve's motorcycle. HE couldn't leave it in storage," I joked, pointing out the vehicles.
"Upstairs are the main rooms. Our control room, lounge, and media room. Down at the other end of the building is where the living quarters are. We just left the hangar, and towards the south side are our training facilities. I have a small dance studio above the training rooms." I said, walking up a small flight of stairs and down a hallway.
"You dance, dear?" Peggy asked, taking in the building around her.
"Yes, to clear my head. It helps with flexibility," I clarified.
Opening the doors, I explained, "Here we have our medical bay for the injured, and down the hall is Research and Development. Our labs are pumping out tech you could only dream of before. We have teamed up with new SHIELD, under Director Phil Coulson, and we share resources. Resources being our brilliant young scientists and agents."
As we entered the lab, Jemma turned and dropped the beaker she was holding, clearly in shock. Luckily Pietro speeded over and grabbed it before the liquid could spill on her shoes. She stood flustered, clearly in awe of her idol.
"Peggy, Gabe, Jacques and Dum Dum, I'd like to introduce you to our brilliant biochemist, Jemma Simmons. And our resident speedster Quicksilver, Pietro Maximoff." I said proudly. Jemma was still speechless, as Peggy walked forward and held out her hand to Jemma.
"I'm sorry, she's in shock. She idolizes you and this was probably unexpected." Pietro said, putting Jemma's hand in Peggy's.
"Well, it's nice to know that the younger generation appreciates what I had to go through," She joked. Jemma found her voice, "Director Carter I apologize for my unseemly behavior. I admire your work and you helped pave the way for women in SHIELD, much like myself."
"It's quite alright dear. Thank you," She smiled as Jemma continued to shake her hand.
"Jemma," I coughed and she released Peggy's hand.
"Jemma, Darcy can't find the- Oh, hello. Leo Fitz," Fitz said introducing himself to the group.
"Fitz, this is Peggy Carter, Former Director Peggy Carter," Jemma said excitedly, punching her friend's shoulder in her fangirl moment.
"This is Leo Fitz, one of our top engineers." I smiled, moving to make room for the Howling Commandos to shake his hand.
"Okay, next on our tour, my Dad's lab." I said, as our group got a little bigger. My Dad was hunched over an engine, covered in grease when we walked in.
"Peggy, this is Howard's son," I said rolling my eyes.
"Oh, did I know we were expecting company?" He asked, confused while wiping his hands.
"So, you're the punk huh?" Dum Dum greeted in jest.
"Dad called me a punk? I was thinking something along the lines of disappointment." He joked, kissing my cheek and shaking hands with the group.
"What's this about a reunion?" I heard Bucky say from the doorway. I face palmed, and heard the men laughing, as Bucky greeted them with hugs.
"How are you guys?" He asked, handing me Callie.
"Good. But boy have you changed," Gabe said, tapping on Bucky metal arm.
"I'm not afraid to hit an old man," Bucky teased with a smile.
"Glad to see you Barnes," Dum Dum said, hugging him.
"It's the feisty brunette," Bucky joked, hugging Peggy.
"Paws off Miss Union Jack," Frenchie joked with a thick accented laugh.
"You all know if my husband were alive he would beat you all with his crutch. Defend my honor Sera," she said, before her eyes zeroed in on Callie.
"Oh aren't you a darling little thing," Peggy commented, as Callie wrapped her fingers around Peggy's index finger.
"Everyone, this is Calliope Rogers-Barnes," I said, and they all smiled, giving little waves. Callie wanted Daddy after seeing so many new faces and Bucky cuddled her close while we all continued the tour. We took the elevator in two trips, as there were a lot of stairs, and when we got to the lounge, I saw most of the agents and Wanda were playing pool. They stood at attention when they noticed us, and greeted us with nods.
"These are Agents Bobby Morse, Lance Hunter, and Cameron Kline. And in the red jacket is the Scarlett Witch, Wanda Maximoff."
"Hello," She greeted warmly. The Commandos chuckled as the agents still stood at attention in respect.
"At ease." Peggy said, smiling.
"Ah, another Brit." Hunter said, nodding at our group again.
"Miss Union Jack has been an American since 1952," Gabe said, as Peggy rounded on him, "I really wish you old geezers would all call me by my name."
"Hey feisty pants, settle down," Bucky said in jest.
"Barnes, I still own a Taser," She challenged. All the men backed up slightly, with hands raised.
"Oooh, I like her!" Darcy peeped up from beside Fitz.
"I'm allowed to confiscate that," I teased, and she laughed.
"Fortunately for the men, I left it at home." She replied as we continued walking towards the control room. I saw Steve leaning over a table while holding Elijah. He was too focused on the tablet to clue in that we had planned a reunion for him.
"Captain Rogers," Peggy barked and Steve looked up suddenly. His smile was slow to form, but it was wider than I'd ever seen when finished, as he came forward to hug his old teammates.
"How did you- Wait, that was what you were talking about this morning?" He said, looking at Sharon and I as he hugged Frenchie.
"Yes, we invited them for dinner. And they had something we needed," I smiled, as Elijah reached out for me. I smiled, kissing my boy, as he buried himself in my hair.
"Captain, you and Barnes sure hit the jackpot," I heard Dum Dum comment. I blushed as Peggy smiled at Elijah.
"Is this little one yours too?" Peggy asked confused.
"Yeah. I got pregnant with a rare set of twins. It was about 4 months before we got married. It's called Heteroparental Superfecundation. It's when two babies are conceived from two different fathers." I explained, "Little Elijah is half mine, and half Steve's, while Callie is half mine, half Bucky's. But we love them both the same."
"What are the chances?" Dum Dum boomed in laughter.
"Probably like 5 in 7 billion." Dad said, taking Callie from Bucky's arms.
"Well you are both certainly fertile, that much we know," Peggy teased, making Steve and Bucky blush.
"Clearly," Natasha quipped, coming into the room.
"This is Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, and one of my many sisters," I said, hugging Nat to my side.
"And Melinda May, Deputy Director of SHIELD," I said as May entered the room silently.
"Where's Phil?" I asked her quietly.
"Talking to Rosalind Price," She said, and I nodded.
"So, who wants lunch?" I asked.
A/N: So this is it for this week. Love you guys so much and I hope you are enjoying it. Leave me a review if you'd like :)
Translations for this chapter:
1. Monsieur Dernier, le plaisir de vous rencontrer. Mr. Dernier, a pleasure to meet you.
2. Votre français est impeccable. Vous êtes certainement la femme fatale que le capitaine nous a parlé.
You're French is impeccable. You certainly are the femme fatale the Captain told us about.
3. Frenchie, surveillez vos manières.
Frenchie, mind your manners.
