A/N: He guys, sorry this is so late. Got sidetracked on Sunday by my brother-in-law's birthday and babysitting. Anyways, I want to explain something that was pointed out to me. Google translate sucks sometimes. It fooled my Spanish teacher, but to those who actually speak and read the languages, like German and Russian, it's butchered. So instead of translations, I'm just going to say for example... "Blah blah blah," They replied in (insert language here). It makes more sense and that way you don't have to jump to the end of the page to see what was actually said. All good? Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera.
I was nervous as I sat outside the Assembly. The President asked that I wait outside while they discussed the proposal and voted. It had already been 20 minutes, and that's what worried me. Instead of a jury of 6-12, I had nearly 200 people to convince. And even they had to convince their country's leaders.
Steve and Bucky were sending me texts of uplifting messages, basically telling me that I did what I could and now, the world leaders had to choose if they wanted to save the planet. It was ironic, because this is what they wanted. Control over the Avengers and their actions, and when they got it, they were terrified about the decision.
"Miss Stark?" A timid aid said at my side. I opened my eyes, to see the young Indian man, dressed in a crisp grey suit and pale yellow tie.
"Yes?" I asked, standing up.
"Before we go back in, I need to ask you something." He said nervously.
"Of course, anything."
"Can you really breathe fire?" He asked, astounded. Chuckling, I said, "Only if its my own. I create the fire through my hands and wings, and if I set something on fire, I can take away its flame, inhaling it or reabsorbing it into my skin. It gives me an energy rush."
"That is so cool," He smiled, before gesturing for me to follow him inside. Grabbing my bag again, I squared my shoulders and marched back into that Assembly hall like I owned it.
Sitting down at the front table, facing the President's panel, I was quick to survey the emotions they portrayed. Resignation, fear, trepidation, were just of the few I studied.
"Ambassador Stark, the assembly has reviewed you proposal. While there will some convincing on our world leaders, the assembly sees fit to grant your motion to draw an alliance with Xandar and other alien worlds, with great discretion."
Nodding, I watched as King T'Chaka of Wakanda stood up. He cleared his throat and looked me straight in the eye.
"Ambassador Stark, your efforts in Nigeria against the mutant known as Ajax, prevented blast which would have endangered the lives of my countrymen, who were there on a dimplomatic undercover mission. As the mission is over, I want to personally thank you for what you did."
"A little radiation can't keep me down," I joked, and he smiled.
"Because of the Avengers, I know that our world is in good hands, and not the enemies. The Assembly has agreed that Wakanda be your fourth satellite, linking up your ARSENAL Defense Network, to protect our world. I look forward to meeting with you and my top scientists to discuss the plans for this shield."
Doing my best to not break into a happy dance in the middle of the UN, I responded, "As am I, Your Highness."
"Ambassador Stark, please have a written accord ready for signing by all represented countries in the United Nations, with official proposal for all World Leaders. It is to be left in the Hopper in these chambers, no later than the end of January."
"Yes, President Thomson. It will be done as you have said."
"Assembly for the day of January 15th, 2016, is adjourned." He said, banging his gavel. Letting out a large breath I was holding as the roar of people personal conversations started, I saw King T'Chaka chuckling at me.
"Your Highness," I said, moving to offer my hand in greeting.
"Ambassador Stark, you are a remarkable woman. If you were from Wakanda, I would have made my son persue you," He said, throwing me off. I blushed and said, "Thank you King T'Chaka, but I have two wonderful husbands at home that I love with all my heart. I'm not sure your son would even be interested in me."
"I believe he would be, considering, he's been transfixed on you since you walked in the room today." He said, pointing with his eyes to the side of the room. I nonchalantly purveyed my surroundings, using my peripherals to spot the Prince T'Challa, leaning against the outer wall, watching my every move.
"I think he may see me as a threat, Your Highness. If I may, could I persuade you and your son to join me for lunch? I would love to go over some finer points, and from what I'm aware of, there are a few materials you are rich in, that may make the structure of the satellites a bit…. Better."
"Ah, you already see the benefit of having me as an ally," He chuckled, "Whatever amount of Vibranium you need, it's yours."
"Let's go over how big your satellite needs to be before you go making me promises. It's quite the project." I smiled.
Asking Steve and Bucky to meet us around the corner for lunch was priceless, because they were already waiting for me when I got outside the UN. The kids bounded over to me, grabbing my legs as I laughed. King T'Chaka smiled as I told him that my husbands didn't know about the time travelling InHumans and I'd like to keep it that way, as they walked over. He nodded, "I have watched Back To The Future with my son when he was young. I know the consequences well."
"The Butterfly Effect." T'Challa spoke up for the first time. He had not spoken a word when we were introduced, simply kissing my knuckles, and continuing to study me with intuitive eyes. I was quite flattered.
"Exactly," I smiled as I pushed hair out of Callie's eyes.
"King T'Chaka, Prince T'Challa, I'd like to introduce my husbands, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes."
"Captain America and the Winter Soldier are popular hero's in Wakanda. It is a pleasure to meet you both." T'Chaka said warmly, shaking my husbands outstretched hands.
"Your Highness, the pleasure is all ours," Steve said, noticing only two security detail with the King and Prince.
"Would your men like to search us for weapons?" Bucky said quietly, as my eyes widened.
"That will not be nessesary Seargant Barnes, as I know you two would be more than capable without a weapon. As would my son, who is my head of security."
"I am honored to meet the Black Panther," I smiled softly, watching T'Challa's eyes harden.
"How could you-"
"A little birdy in an alternate dimension to our own, regailed me with the events that followed the signing of the Accords. In it, King' T'Chaka perished, and you took up your mantle as warrior and king, to seek revenge for who you thought was responsible. I would not ask you to fight, if I didn't believe it necessary, but it wasn't just the Vibranium I will need for this upcoming fight."
"I believe we can discuss this in a more private setting," King T'Chaka said, and I nodded, "Please follow me gentlemen. I have a lovely reservation everyday after Assembly lets out."
As we rounded the corner to the UN building, I spotted a beautiful little restaurant I used to call home when I was in the area for SHIELD missions. The décor was elegant, keeping with historic Austrian styles. The owner, I had befriended on a mission, and was always grateful for me spreading the word about his restaurant when it was going bankrupt. Now it was thriving, and I had the royal treatment whenever I came in.
"Sera! How many in your party today?" The Maître D' greeted me in German, a wide smile on his face.
"Will you security be joining us?" I asked, King T'Chaka.
"They will be changing shifts soon for their own lunch. They are required to stand and survey," T'Challa whispered in my ear. I nodded turning to Simon and replying in German, "Seven today, Simon."
"I will tell Mr. Müller you are here." Simon said, still using his native tongue, as we were seated.
"Thanks Simon. And let him know that the royal treatment would not hurt my guests." I whispered, when I hoped no one was watching.
"Understood. Thanks for the warning. I'll give you a few moments to read the menu, and come back to take your drinks orders," Simon said, addressing the rest of our table in German, and bowing slightly to my guests before leaving.
"Simon will be back shortly to take our drink orders. I'm sorry for that, he prefers to speak in German. Makes things a little more authentic around here."
"I understood some of that. My German is rusty, I will admit." King T'Chaka chuckled.
"Momma, what did you mean by the 'royal treatment'?" Elijah asked, confused. I blushed, knowing I'd been caught, and smiled, "Well, Mommy knows the owner of this restaurant, and he likes to treat visiting dignitaries very well. And the gentlemen that have joined us today are King T' Chaka, and Prince T'Challa of Wakanda."
"Nice to meet you!" Callie said, smiling at the father and son across from her. T'Challa reached over the table and said, "It is nice to meet you too little one. What are your names?"
"Oh my. I'm sorry, I didn't introduce you guys yet. This is our daughter Calliope, Callie for short, and our son Elijah."
"Pleasure to meet you," Elijah said, nodding across the table at the Wakandan royalty.
"The pleasure is all ours young one," T'Chaka said.
"Ah, Sera. So great to see you again. And here is the family you've been keeping from me," Lukas smiled, greeting my husbands in English with a warm handshake.
"Bucky, Steve, this is Lukas. He is a good friend of mine and the owner of this fine restaurant." I smiled, before adding, "And I have my kidlets here as well, Calliope and Elijah."
"A pleasure to meet you all. King T'Chaka, Prince T' Challa, I am honored to have you here today. Please, everything is on me today. I will have Simon come back to take your drink orders and bring out an appetizer myself," Lukas said, mimicking Simon's earlier bow.
As promised, Lukas was back with Simon, with a wonderful appetizer to satiate our growing hunger a bit. The gentlemen at the table sampled a pale lager, which they all deemed worthy of trying with their food. The kids were a bit confused by some of the ingredients in the dish descriptions so I suggested that they get my favorite, Kaiserschmarrn.
They loved the pancake dish, but were confused at the Compote, until I explained it was like a syrup to drizzle or dip their pancake bites in. So while they devoured their lunch, I discussed our joint venture with the Wakandan government. T'Chaka thought it best that T'Challa meet our team, as sooner rather than later, we would all be fighting beside each other. Steve was already full in Captain mode, explaining our training schedule, how our team dynamic worked and what we already knew on Thanos. A perfect start to a working relationship with Wakanda.
"Elijah, you are having a bath!" I yelled through the apartment. All I heard was giggles as they ran around upstairs, and Steve chuckled, "I'll go get him."
I was busy chopping up veggies for our salad tonight, while the kids were playing. Bucky was cleaning the crevices of his arm, which didn't always get clean in the shower, and Steve was going over my plans for the shield.
"So, they just need to go over with their scientists about the satellite, and then were good to go?" Bucky said, tugging out a clump of hair from the underside of his elbow. I tried not to gag about how long it had been there and said, "Yes and no. We still need to update the UN about our progress, what materials we'll be using, how much it's going to cost. The design may change after I talk to Nova Prime, see if I can get one of their scientists to help us out."
"Nova Prime?" Bucky asked confused.
"The woman in charge of the Nova Corp. The one that Peter and his team answer to." I explained.
"Oh," He said, concentrating on his arm.
"Well, why don't you go help round up your son?" I sighed, seeing his mind was elsewhere.
"What?" He said, looking backup at me, "No, I want to talk. We haven't had the chance to, just us in a few weeks."
"I know. This is hard on me too. How's my doggo?" I said, attempting to not cry.
"Good. He clearly misses you though. How would you like if the next time someone visited you, he came to stay? I don't like the though of you here alone, even if you have ARSENAL. She's not going to be much of a help in a fight, and we'd never get here in time."
"Really? I thought we said it was best if he stayed home?" I said, feeling my eyes tear up.
"You need a piece of home here, and I need some piece of mind. The kids will miss him, but he's your dog. They'll understand."
"Thank you," I said, wiping my hands on my apron and moving to kiss him sweetly.
"Mmm, I think I should be thanked a bit more," He teased when I pulled away. Locking my lips with his once more, I felt his arms encircle my waist. After a fair bit of making out, I heard Steve clearing his throat from the doorway. I pulled back with a goofy grin on my face and said, "Your turn for a thank you!"
"Why?" He chuckled as I untangled myself from Bucky.
"Next time someone comes to see her, they are gonna bring Joey." Bucky was quick about his explanation because I had already thrown myself at Steve and began kissing him senseless.
"Whoa there Angel, we have two little ones to put the bed first," Bucky teased as I grabbed Steve's butt.
"Was there a reason that we were bringing him?" Steve asked after I released him.
"Bucky's worried that I have no protection here. Most of the other Ambassadors have a security detail, but I don't need that. I am the security detail," I smirked.
"Well, along with Joey, T'Challa has offered some of his men for when you are out and about."
"That's unnecessary-"
"It's non-negotiable." Steve said sternly, making me pause. Looking into his eyes, I saw the look of the Captain, but also something else.
"What did T'Challa say?" I asked softly, knowing that he had other reasons.
"He was worried for your safety. He had noticed you had no security, that you lived alone, pregnant, and questioned how I could be okay with that? I answered honestly, that I wasn't, but you could take care of yourself. He pointed out that in later months, you won't be moving as fast, and even with your powers, you may not be able to defend yourself. The Watchdogs are becoming more and more prevalent in the States, and Coulson is worried that they will start recruiting worldwide."
"Can you honestly say that I'll be safer with maybe two guards in such a big city like Vienna?" I asked, moving back to
"Safer than if you were alone."
"Not by much," I whispered under my breath.
"Joey will be a good guard dog, but you can't take him in the UN, can you?"
"I'll ask, if not, there's a doggy daycare I was here about from the French Ambassador close by."
"Joey hasn't been around other dogs. Ever." Bucky said, which made me pause.
"I'll ask, and if not, I will figure something else out. For now, can we attempt a normal family dinner? Is Elijah almost done?"
"Yeah, he told me he would be quick. He really hates being late for food." Steve commented, and I snorted, "He's going to be a pig later. He's taking after Bucky on that aspect."
"Food is life." Bucky said, dead serious.
"Says the man that can put away 15 cheeseburgers from McDonald's and still have room for three large fries and a chocolate shake," I deadpanned.
"You're just jealous," Bucky teased.
"Yeah, if I did that, I would explode!" I laughed. Elijah and Callie skidded into the kitchen at that moment, laughing, "Ready for dinner."
"Washed up?" I asked, checking their hands. They smelled clean, so I nodded, "Go sit down."
"Momma, will you sing to us tonight?" Callie asked.
"Of course pumpkin. Now, veggies first," I teased, dishing out their salads as Steve grabbed the Roast from the oven.
"Mmm, Yorkshire pudding. I haven't had this in years," Steve said, setting the muffin tin on the stovetop.
"Well, prepare to have your socks blown off. This is my Mom's recipe," I smiled, bringing the gravy over, before putting the fresh Yorkshire pudding onto a serving plate. Bucky took it from me, so that I could grab the mashed potatoes from the stove.
I watched as the kids dug in, clearly enjoying the roast beef, and curious about the Yorkshire pudding. Steve and Bucky's moans of approval went straight to my heart, making me proud I could bring them a bit of 1940's nostalgia. And after dinner we all read to the kids, from their Christmas present from Loki, "Asgardian Bedtime Stories." They fell asleep as I sang for them, an Austrian lullaby from the Sound of Music. And later, after the guys worshiped my body for a second night, we settled in for our final night. Who knows the next time I would see any of them.
