A/N: Enjoy :)

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After dinner, I called Peggy's nurse and explained that we would like to visit this weekend. Helen wanted to do the in vitro that moment, to help prevent any swimmers that snuck by, so they wouldn't take hold of any egg of mine. Natasha gave me a look and I pointed at Steve as he and Callie passed by the med bay. He saw her scathing look and fled quickly from her sights.

I chuckled to myself before Dr. Cho had me lie on a table with the first round of viable embryos. She was going to implant one into my uterus, and if was a good time in my cycle to start tricking my body, she wasn't worried about them not taking. But just in case, we had several others ready, just in case. And they could be frozen for if Bruce and Natasha chose to have another baby.

"I have a feeling my Avenger days are coming to an end," I sighed to Natasha, as I had to stay still for a while.

"Why do you say that?" She asked, arms folded on the table beside me, staring at my stomach.

"I feel like I'm just going to keep popping out children for yourself and Bruce and then for my own husbands. The bun maker is going to be utilized for awhile."

"You'll be in the field in between those babies." She said, smiling up at my face.

"Well, I imagine that the UN will still want someone to oversee the Avengers. Maybe if I suggest…"

"Suggest what?"

"That... I perish the thought…but if someone needs to act as a mediator between the Avengers, the UN, the government, and the media…."

"You're not yourself right now, clearly. You know you just described everything you hate."

"Yes," I muttered, crossing my arms.

"You just described… Coulson." Natasha said and I felt an idea pop into my head.

"We need to get SHIELD back in the good graces of the government. If the UN sees that we are working together and that SHIELD is under the US government's good list, they might be a lot more lenient on this stupid registration act. Plus I think the Index was a good example of how this would go down. People hated being labeled and put on a list."

"Some were serious offenders. Some were extremely dangerous."

"But others weren't, and we still treated them like dangerous people. Or wild animals that we tagged and released." I replied as a small beep echoed throughout the lab.

"Okay Sera, you are free to get up. We'll check in a month for if we were successful or not." Helen said, packing up her equipment.

"Sure thing. Anything to avoid? X-Ray machines, microwaves?"

"I'm very sure Natasha won't let you leave her sights for the next month. Besides, you both know the common things to avoid. Enjoy the next month. Tell me right away if you have any signs. This situation is a first for both of you. You'll only grow closer from this."

"If we were any closer, we be conjoined," I said, kissing Natasha's cheek. Her eye roll and good-natured shoulder bump told me she thought it was funny.

"See you ladies in a month," Helen smiled, waving to us as she left the med bay. I watched her leave the hallway through the small window and sighed, "Time to get my little ones in bed."

"Elijah doesn't seem as clingy," She commented as I got up and walked towards the door.

"Yeah, but the guys are getting worse." I groaned.

"If I had two hunky men all over me, I wouldn't be complaining."

"Technically you do," I joked, "The Hulk likes you too."

"Yeah, but both of your husbands are nice to look at." She chuckled as I sighed, "They are."

Our pinkies linked as we walked, something we used to do when we walked down the hallways of SHIELD. It was mainly to confuse the men, but to also as a sign of our friendship. A promise to be by each other's sides no matter what.

"We are going to visit Peggy this weekend. Steve wants the kids to see her one last time. I think we'll let him stay there, to be with her when she passes."

"That may be hard for him, but I can see the sentiment in it."

"He was so upset by the news, and I didn't want to upset him further," I said, explaining my reasoning for allowing Steve to take me in the stable apartment, without protection.

"I get it. Bruce was so far into his pity party, he actually let me initiate things when you were off in the other dimension."

"I thought you didn't like talking about your sex life."

"Well, you have no shame in it, why should I? Bruce can be very passionate. Since he figured out that the other guy wouldn't come out while he's having fun, he's enjoying it. Poor guy was repressed for so long, it was a few days before I could finally get my orgasm." She teased lightheartedly.

"Not something I never want to hear again," Wanda said, coming up beside me and linking her arm in my own.

"Well, I don't exactly want to hear about how good my cousin is in bed," I teased her.

"So good," Wanda sighed, and I scrunched my nose up in disgust.

We chatted as we strolled back to my apartment, discussing the wedding and how much fun we were going to have at Wanda's Bachelorette party. Natasha had taken over planning things for me when I was away, with the hope I would return in time for it. Wanda was scared

It would be the weekend following the Peggy's funeral, to be respectful of everyone's grief, as the wedding was moved to early December. We were going to kidnap Wanda, as only Natasha and I knew the location. The rest of the girls were kept in the dark because Daisy and Jemma are both horrible with secrets and Bobby, May, Maria, Pepper, Sharon and Audrey didn't quite care where we went as long as it was off base.. Laura would have come but she was unsure of how the kids would be for an entire weekend with Clint and the guys. My Dad was giving us his vacation house in this particular city, explaining that it had been passed down from my great grandfather, and that I wasn't to have any wild parties there like he did. I simply laughed at him and said, "I'm not one for wild parties Dad."

As the girls left me at my door, we waved goodbye and I quietly slipped in. Steve and Bucky were playing with the kids on the floor of their nursery and I caught the tail end of their conversation.

"-Loki was saying how the other Bucky, was hitting on her, and comforting her. She never-" Bucky stopped looking up at me with hard eyes.

"Yes, he danced with me." I said softly, "But only because I was missing you both so much. The thought never crossed my mind that he would think it meant more. I only told him because I had been crying about how much I missed you."

Steve looked over at Bucky with a pointed look and Bucky seemed to deflate in anger. Jealous was never a good look on him. On either of them.

"I, ah-"

"No, I get it. It's like when I thought Sharon was hitting on Steve when Fury asked her to watch us."

"What?" Steve chuckled, clearly confused.

"We weren't married and when that happens and even after, women get jealous of other women giving her man attention. It's natural Steve," I said, "But it's only natural that you feel territorial. I knew it wasn't you, and that created conflict in my head. I wanted to seek comfort in other Steve and Bucky's arms because they looked like you guys, but I knew they weren't my husbands. You know?"

"I think I get it." Steve said, picking up Callie and kissing her forehead, "Time for bed sweet pea."

"But Dada!" She whined.

"No, even your brother is going to bed," Bucky said, scooping up Elijah and placing him in his crib.

"We are going to have to think about getting them big kid beds." I whispered to Steve and he agreed, "These cribs are way too small now."

"Would you like to sing tonight Mommy?" Bucky asked after he kissed both of their heads goodnights.

"I would." I smiled, setting myself down in the rocking chair.

"Good night sweet pea," Steve whispered to our daughter, before moving to kiss her cheek. Repeating the same thing on our son's forehead while whispering a soft goodnight, I began singing in a low voice. I watched as their eyes fluttered close, and small smiles spread over their faces. It was only a few minutes before I noticed they were sound asleep and quietly finished the song. Sneaking over, and kissing them each goodnight, I tip toed out of the room.

Bucky and Steve were sitting on the couch together, and I said, "I got impregnated today."

"Really? How did that go?" Bucky asked, trying to sound supportive.

"Well, I think. It was difficult to tell if it stuck or not. We have to wait until my period is late to be sure it stuck."

They both nodded, looking contemplative. I raised an eyebrow at them and said, "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"I'd like you to stay on base for the duration of Natasha's pregnancy. No field work." Steve said, laying down the law.

"I agree." Bucky said, giving me a look.

"I second that agreement," I smiled.

"We've got a much bigger team now, and you don't- Wait did you say yes?" Steve said, flabbergasted that I agreed to his terms.

"I'm safer here, and I would never put my godchild at risk. This is way too important." I replied, sitting down on the ottoman in front of them.

"Jemma already banned me from the labs to be safe, and I thought, it's better that I spend my time with the kids. And my horses," I smirked. Both gave each other a look that said, "Who are you and what have you done with our stubborn wife?"

"I had a revelation over 'there'. I was going a bit too hard, and not giving enough time to my family. And there will be time for me to fight, in the upcoming battles. But as a comms officer or even… I brought this up to Nat because as much as we all agree Coulson is the best Director of SHIELD, there has to be someone accountable for us all. Both teams need to be under the supervision of the UN to a point, but nothing like the Accords."

"So, you're saying we need oversight?" Steve asked.

"Not oversight, so much as a PR manager. A face to show the world why we do things a certain way, and how things sometimes can't be avoided." I sighed.

"Isn't that SHIELD's job?" Bucky asked, confused.

"Yes, but we can't always relay certain information. What I would be doing, is overseeing each team, gathering information after each mission, to make sure we are doing everything we can, being held accountable and being transparent with the world. We owe them that." I said, as I felt Steve's fingers reach for my hand. Taking it softly in both of his hands, he looked into my eyes and I knew what he was going to say.

"You just want to be the boss of me, don't you?" He smirked. Okay, apparently I didn't know my husband as well as I thought I did.

"So you agree?"

"To a degree. Certain aspects of our operations, like our base's locations, or names of operatives should never be disclosed."

"Well, duh." I smiled, taping his forehead. He pulled back, chuckling. I looked over to Bucky, taking his metal hand in mine and said, "What do you think?"

His silence was broken by a single sigh.

"As long as it keeps you safe, and out of the line of fire." He said, agreeing with Steve. Smiling at him, I squeezed both their hands and said, "It's the best option. Plus it keeps me out of trouble."

"We all know how much you can get in," Bucky joked, before pulling me to sit in his lap.

"But we need to make this very clear. I can veto, I can pull rank where I see it needed and you may not like that. But that is only outside of this apartment."

"Church and State." Steve nodded, staring down at our hands.

"Exactly. But, there is the fact this may lead me to need to attend the UN. Regularly. I hope to God it doesn't come to that, but this isn't going to be easy."

I watched as Steve nodded slowly, saying, "Church."

"Tomorrow," Bucky agreed, picking me up easily, and bringing me over to the bed. No words were spoken as I stripped down to my underwear and tank top. The guys shed their clothes, and joined me under the covers, wrapping around me like a blanket, kissing my forehead, my nose, and then each other.

"I'll arrange our bags tomorrow." I muttered as I drifted off.