A/N: Hey guys! Quick update this morning because I'm currently on the road. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera.
Song used in this chapter is Better When I'm Dancing by Meghan Trainor.
"MAMA!" I heard Callie yell as I cooked breakfast the next morning. Steve was repeatedly telling me I didn't have to, but I convinced him it was the only way I felt a semblance of normality to this whole situation.
"What's up pumpkin?" I asked my emotional toddler.
"Hugs?" She said, reaching up her arms to me.
"Of course babycakes." I smiled, picking her up, "Do you want to build a snowman later?"
"Snowman?" She asked, confused.
"Like Olaf," I explained, and she perked right up.
"OLAF!" She said, wildly kicking against my sides.
"Slowdown there little one. After we get you bundled up. It's cold out there," I smiled.
"Mama, song pwease?" She asked, gently touching my cheek.
"What shall I sing you?" I said, giving her cheek an eskimo kiss.
"Dancing!"
"Okay okay. You want to dance too?" I said, flipping a pancake.
"No, you dance!" She smiled.
"Okay, but it won't be very fun cause I'm cooking." I chuckled, before starting the song on my phone.
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,
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
Callie giggled as I continued dramatically dancing about and cooking, jostling her lightly. She just laughed as I began singing another silly song, and doing a funny little jig. But her laughter subsided when I noticed Bucky in the doorway.
"Down you go babe. Momma has to feed you and then I'm going to take you downstairs to try on your new winter clothes." I said as Natasha pushed Bucky out of the line of sight. She quietly spoke to him, and I really hoped she wasn't telling him about me being form a parallel universe, where Callie was our daughter.
"Pancakes?" She said, as I grabbed the syrup and peanut butter from the counter.
"You are just like your Daddy. You think with your stomach first. Pancakes and then we'll go build Olaf."
"Hungry," She pouted, and I chuckled, "Yup. Daddy's girl."
As I set her up in a spot where she wouldn't see the rest of the team, I signaled that everyone could come in.
"You know, I had a button that would send the dinner alarm through the base. It was easier than waiting for the smell of food to travel down the halls, and texting everyone to come for dinner." I said, putting out the plates of pancakes.
"That would be nice."
"I think I have it!" Tony said, coming in as everyone was finishing, "Wait, pancakes?"
"Yeah, it's breakfast time?" I responded, giving him a questioning look.
"Oh. Okay, but I may have a way to open a 'door' of sorts, to your universe."
"Without ripping apart this universe and my own, and every other possible universe?"
"Maybe." Tony responded, grabbing a pancake off of Steve's plate.
"No dice unless it's going to work. And I'll take that as a sign of trust," I said, before Tony's face turned contemplative at his actions towards taking from Steve's plate.
"Anyways, how many time have you run the numbers?"
"FRIDAY ran them over 100 times. The numbers don't matter right now. What matters is that we need Wanda."
"Me?" She asked, hoarsely, as though she hadn't spoken in weeks. I imagine even after the 'shock therapy' they gave her, her mind would be trying to keep her safe. Not talking during her prison stay would ensure she wouldn't get zapped. The collar represented fear. Ross's fear, and it was meant to act as a leash to stop her from using her powers. I also assumed that Ross didn't care if his guards zapped her for fun.
"If we can figure out what you did in Sera's world to send them here, that created the fracture, we can reverse it, and send Callie and Sera home. But we need to do so in a controlled environment. And we are going to have to work on your anger management skills." Tony quipped, and I smacked him upside the head.
"What was that for?"
"For a genius, you sure act like a moron." I sighed, glaring at him as I set down his own plate of pancakes.
"If I do this, will you disable the accords?" Scott asked, and I could see Tony deflate.
"I don't have any-"
"Power. But you do."
"You can expose the prison. Show what they do to people who don't agree with them." Steve said. Tony was silent after that, moving to take the cup of coffee I poured for him, sipping without a word.
"If I do that, we all become criminals until the Accords are removed."
"T'Challa will motion against them."
"That's not the point."
"What if I spoke?" I asked, and they all turned to me.
"Why would you do that for us?"
"Because I would do it for my family. Even the mirror image of my family." I said softly. Tony and Steve exchanged a look, and Steve said, "They'd need to know it was the truth."
"Bring me Carson, Gideon Malick, and Secretary Ross. I'll make the world see."
"How?"
"I'll make them sing like damned canaries. I don't exist here, so I can't be held responsible." I smirked, as Callie said, "Done!"
"Okay babycakes, let's go outside and make a snowman. We are gonna need a carrot," I said, waving goodbye to the group. Callie chatted to me as we left the room with her future snowman's carrot in hand.
"Can we make him taw wike Daddy?"
"Which Daddy?"
"Dada." Ah, Steve.
"Okay, we can make our whole family."
"Even Liyah?"
"Even Elijah." I smiled to her.
