A/N: Hey guys! Here's a long one for you. I couldn't wait to post this, because afterwards I'm going into hiding for a week. You'll understand soon enough.

Disclaimer: I do not Own Marvel Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera and the chaos I create.

Song used in this chapter is Better When I'm Dancing by Meghan Trainor.


As I walked up to my suite, I watched a few bleary eyed agents stumbling out of their rooms, in search of the god's nectar.

"Coffee," Skye said, as she appeared beside me.

"Where are you going?" Jemma asked, yawning softly.

"I was promised a good morning," I said with a wink.

"How long have you been up?" Daisy said, scratching the back of her head.

"Two hours maybe." I said, looking at my phone.

"Grab some coffee and a snack. I'm making brunch."

"But you can't. It's your-" I clapped my hand over Jemma's mouth so fast, both girls just stood there in shock.

"Not another word." I said, and they both nodded. I replied, "Good. See you girls at 10!"

"Come here birthday girl," Steve said quietly as I walked into our suite. He swept me up in his arms and planted the biggest and hottest kiss on me yet.

"Whoa," I breathed as I noticed Bucky checking in on the kids.

"We've got about 30 minutes if we are quiet." He said, tip toeing over and pulling me towards him for an equally passionate kiss.

"Mmm, I'm one lucky girl." I said as they sandwiched me between their bodies.


After I had showered and changed into my yoga pants and a flowy tank top and sports bra, I padded to the kitchen in my bare feet, with the kids on my hips. I pulled out bacon, my homemade waffle mix, and enough syrup to last three winters. Or one day of brunch with the Avengers.

As I set up my waffle iron and blended the mix with eggs and milk, I hummed to myself. ARSENAL started my playlist without me even having to ask, and I was impressed.

"Thanks A." I chuckled, as I noticed the kids dancing in their high chairs.

"Okay, you've had your breakfast. Who wants to crawl?" I asked, pulling Callie out first and setting her on the floor. She immediately took off for the doorway, but I stopped and said, "Other way little love."

"Okay baby boy, follow your sister." I said, kissing Elijah's cheek and setting him on the floor as well. Setting up the baby gates at both entrances to the kitchen that didn't have a lockable door, I noticed the song change.

"That's it!" I said, noticing Callie shaking her body as she looked up at me, "Dance baby girl."

Don't think about it

Just move your body

Listen to the music

Sing, oh, ey, oh

Just move those left feet

Go ahead, get crazy

Anyone can do it

Sing, oh, ey, oh

Show the world you've got that fire (fire)

Feel the rhythm getting louder

Show the room what you can do

Prove to them you got the moves

I don't know about you,

I pretended to drum using two forks and the kids giggled as I continued to dance too.

But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah

Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah

And we can do this together

I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

When you finally let go

And you slay that solo

Cause you listen to the music

Sing, oh, ey, oh

'Cause you're confident, babe

And you make your hips sway

We knew that you could do it

Sing, oh, ey, oh

Show the world you've got that fire (fire, baby)

Feel the rhythm getting louder

Show the room what you can do

Prove to them you got the moves

I don't know about you,

But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah

Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah

And we can do this together

I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

I feel better when I'm dancing

I'm better when I'm dancing, aye, oh ey oh

Feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah

Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah,

Don't you know

We can do this together

Bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

(you got the moves, babe)

I feel better when I'm dancing

I'm better when I'm dancing, hey

Feel better when I'm, yeah, yeah

After the song ended, I sighed, looking over to the kids as I put the made waffles in the warming drawer in the oven. Shocked, I nearly burnt myself, dropping the pan in and turning to find Callie using the corner of the table to pull herself up.

"ARSENAL, please ask Steve and Bucky to come to the kitchen immediately. It's urgent." I said calmly as Callie struggled to keep herself up. Falling on her butt, she looked up and I smiled at her.

"Try again little love," I said softly and she looked to have understood my words. She grabbed ahold of the table once more, grabbing onto a chair leg to balance herself out. I heard Bucky and Steve running down the hallway, and nimbly jumped over the baby gate into the kitchen.

"What's the emergency?" Bucky said, as I stopped both of them with the back of my hands and said, "Watch our girl."

Their eyes found her, standing up and scrunching her face in concentration.

"Oh," Bucky said, but Steve cut him off.

"My,"

"Goodness." I sighed. She noticed us watching and I kneeled down to her level opening my hands.

"Come to Momma baby girl," I said softly, as she smiled.

"Mamma," She said, taking a tentative step towards me. It was soon followed by another, and then another.

"Put one foot in front of the other," Steve guided as we waited for her to make her way over.

"Would you look at that?" Bucky said excitedly to Steve, giving him a quick shake. She made it to my arms slowly, and collapsed in a fit of giggles.

"You just made my day baby girl. The best present," I said, as the tears rolled down my face, and I kissed her chubby cheeks.

"Mama," I heard and Elijah looked upset that I wasn't showing him attention. Not to be outdone by his sister, he crawled over to the table, yanked himself up and stood proudly next to the table leg.

"Your turn buddy," Bucky said softly, holding out his arms. He was much faster than his sister, wobbling over to us, and running straight into Bucky's arms.

"I love you baby boy," I said, kissing his head sweetly.

"You guys okay?" Natasha asked as she popped her head in the doorway to the kitchen.

"They just took their first steps," Steve said proudly, as I continued crying, and kissing them softly.

"Wow. Hey ankle biters," Clint teased as he and Nat entered the kitchen.

"My babies," I cried softly.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked, smoothing my hair down.

"They are growing up too fast," I sobbed, holding them close.

"They are going to do that," I heard a voice say.

"Dad!" I exclaimed, as Bucky and Steve took a child each form my arms. I ran up to Hank and hugged him tightly.

"Wow, you sure don't hold back on hugs." He said as Natasha removed the baby gates from the doorways.

"I give 110% in everything else I do," I laughed.

"How's my little sister?" Hope said, hugging me tightly.

"I'm great."

"When's breakfast, I'm starving," Quill said, coming in with Gamora following behind him. Hank's eyes widened and stepped backwards into me.

"Dad, breathe. We have some visitors. Hope and Scott may have mentioned the Guardians of the Galaxy. They arrived yesterday," I said and Hope was staring in confusion.

"He looks…"

"No, it's not. I promised myself if he ever walked in here and I was single, I'd climb him like a damned tree." I said quietly, to which Natasha nearly busted a gut laughing.

"Ring the alarm. I've got food to serve."

"Angel, you shouldn't be. It's-"

"Not important right now. The kids have been fed but the rest of my family hasn't. I will eat when they have." I said, and Steve gave me a pointed look.

"You can't pour from an empty cup." Hank said, before Steve could say anything.

"Introductions. Dad, this is my husband, Steve Barnes-Rogers and my husband Bucky Barnes-Rogers."

"Captain, Sergeant. If you two weren't the finest patriots of the last century, I might not be so happy you married my youngest daughter. But seeing as how Director Carter never shut up about you two, I'm inclined to give my proverbial blessing."

"Dad," Hope said, as I face palmed.

"Thank you sir," Bucky said.

"Thank you Dr. Pym." Steve said, his Captain voice coming out. I smiled to myself, because I loved when he used that commanding presence in the bedroom.

"ARSENAL let everyone know that brunch is ready. Waffles, eggs and bacon." I said as I removed the bacon from the oven and poured the scrambled egg mixture into the pan.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Why don't you all sit down? Start on the pile of waffles and we can at least eat." I said, pushing the spatula around the pan and motioning to Steve to grab the juice from the fridge. The conversation loomed around me as I concentrated on cooking.


Later that day, after I had given Hank a tour of the facilities, I was sitting in the main room, enjoying a quiet moment when Hank walked in. I didn't look up from my view of the field below, where Sweet Feet and Sun were chasing Joey around playfully.

"Happy birthday Sweetheart," Hank said, handing me a box.

"Dad, you didn't have to get me anything." I said, smiling at him.

"It's not from me." He said tapping the top, and I looked down, eyes instantly watering.

"I was tasked with holding on to it until your 25th birthday. When I couldn't locate you last year, with the fall of SHIELD and you being pregnant and underground, I thought, "What's one more year?" So, here is a belated 25th birthday present."

"Thank you," I whispered, wiping my eyes as I hugged him.

"I'll give you some space." He said, getting up and leaving the room, closing the door behind him. As I pulled out the card on top, I noticed the once white paper, now a faded grey.

"Dear Seraphina," I read out loud, crying harder at the sight of handwriting I hadn't seen in years.

Dear Seraphina,

By now you are 25 years old, and I have left this earth. I so wish I could be there with you today, because this present would have meant so much more explaining than is possible.

Yes, I kept your father a secret from you. I promise to tell you his name at the end of this letter, but only because I need you to read through everything. If you haven't figured it out by now, here's a hint. His father was a key player in World War II, and helping outfit Captain America and the Howling Commandoes to fight against my grandfather, Johann Schmidt of Hydra.

Yes, I knew about Hydra being alive and well. You are an heiress to Hydra. I hope you find a way to stop them. They are all crazy and Gideon Malick was the worst of the bunch. I was only a small girl when I met him, but even though Hydra was a creepy bunch of guys to begin with, he was by far the creepiest. I was supposed to marry him when I became of age. Yuck!

I laughed at out, because that thought was horrible to begin with.

I think about the pages of information I could give you on Hydra and realize it will never be enough. You need to stay away from them Honey. Stay far, far, away from them, please. I'll leave you everything I know about Hydra though. It's in the loose floorboard in my bedroom on the Ranch.

Now, to get to the real reason for this present.

My father was not the same father my sister had. My mother was with another man when she married my father. She claimed the baby was his, but my father knew differently. I was born later, after they settled their marriage to one of actual love. They had been arranged by my grandfathers to produce a strong heir. One that would inherit Hydra's responsibilities, and have my father's abilities.

My father didn't tell me until I was 15 years old, what my true lineage was. I came from the oldest line of Inhumans to walk the earth.

What. The. Fuck.

He gave me the ability to transform, to inherit my birthright. I'm giving it to you, because I want you to have the choice. I'll leave you what I know of our ancestry. With everything I have on Hydra. My older sister had already run away from the family, but I knew I had boarded the train to Crazy Town, and I better get off at the next available stop. I knew I didn't want it, the power, or for them to have the ability to find me. At 16, I ran. I boarded a train set for Los Angelos, and never looked back.

That's where I met your father.

Tony was a breath of fresh air, and he felt like home whenever I was with him. We were engaged in secret, after his parents died. My emerald served as our engagement promise to one another. He was the love of my life, and I hope you find him one day to tell him so. There was no one after him.

Yes, his name is Tony Stark. You probably already came to that conclusion. You are just as smart, if not smarter than he is. I'm surprised he never came looking for me. But I guess after you tell the man you love you are going to abort his child, he wouldn't want to see you again.

Don't be mad at him. Be mad at me. I had years to call him, contact him, hell, even drive up to his house and tell him about you. But I was scared. Not for me, but for you. I didn't want you getting hurt, if he decided he didn't want anything to do with either of us. I didn't want to put you through that heartbreak.

Hank told me about your miscarriage.

I was dramatically sobbing by the time I read that.

I understood why you wanted to keep it from me, but I would have loved to help, even if you were scared of how I would treat you. You shouldn't have gone through that pain alone.

Honey, I love you, so very much, and I hope that you have a wonderful life. Don't be sad when I'm gone. I'll be watching you from above, hopefully falling in love, marrying, and having my grandbabies. But I'll be up here with that little baby, cheering you on in life.

Seraphina Kalashnikov, you will do great things in this world. I've always believed that.

Love, your mother,

Annalise

Her words drew me in as I unwrapped the package. I barely looked down until the letter's end, to find myself holding one of the Terrigen crystals.

"Whatcha doing?" Daisy said behind me, causing me to throw the crystal up in fright. My heart stopped before I could comprehend that I had dove to catch it. Daisy used her powers to make it hover in mid air, and I let out a breath of relief.

And then it exploded.

As a cloud of crystal travelled down my throat, I felt my breathing turning to fire. I coughed and hacked, trying to expel the dust, as I turned to find Daisy shouting at me.

"No no! Sera!" She said, the fear in her eyes was so real.

"JEMMA!" She yelled as I forced myself to kneel and try and keep breathing normally. I felt the stone begin to form around my body, like a caterpillar being turned into a butterfly; it liquefied my body as it encased me.

Looking into her eyes I said gruffly, "It's not your fault."

I lowered my head and succumbed to the loss of control, feeling my eyes glaze over in stone.


A/N: Don't kill me! *hides*