A/N: Hey guys! It's late by 6 days but here it is! No new update until the 9th though. Enjoy this one :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera and the chaos I create with her existence.


T'Challa was greeted warmly by our crazy family, and welcomed to join the festivities. While no one was watching, I snuck to the kitchen to check my phone for any messages from my future twins back in Vienna. Nothing yet, so I sent off a quick message, hoping they got my video.

Instead of waiting for a reply, I pulled out the ready salads from the walk-in and started setting the table. I already had the plates there from this morning's breakfast, but I was waiting on my Dad and Pepper with the pizza. Just as I heard a Quinjet approaching, I wondered if it was them, until I got a text from Pepper saying they were almost there.

All at once I heard the SHIELD agents making their way towards the kitchen, stopping to join the craziness in the common room.

"ARSENAL, please alert me the second my father's Quinjet arrives," I said quietly, moving the salads and their spoons to the table.

"Arriving in approximately 53 seconds Ma'am."

"Perfect. EVERYBODY TO THE TABLE!" I yelled out the doorway. As I went to grab the juice jugs from the walk-in, Steve came up behind me and took them from my hands.

"Suck up. I was told to be on my best behavior later," I teased him, and he smirked.

"It really does mean a lot, to both of us. Be a good sport about it, at least for Bucky, please?" He said quietly as the rest of our family came in.

"I already would have been. It's really sweet, and I thank you for the warning. You know I hate surprises," I laughed.

"Which is why we told you. Natasha just wanted to hand it to you with no explanation."

"Well, thank you in advance. Whatever it may be, I will love it."

"Grandpa!" The twins said as Dad came in with 10 large pizza boxes from the kid's favorite pizzeria.

"Okay, I can't see my grandkids, so could you take these?" Handing the boxes to Bucky, who chuckled at the way the kids tackled my Dad. Bucky set them out along with the other 5 Pepper was holding.

"Okay, okay. Settle down. Kids eat first, and then pregnant women. Don't pout. We all know you are going to fill up on cake," I smirked at Bucky's sad face.

As everyone dished himself or herself and conversation started up, I watched Scott put his arm around Hope and whisper into her ear. She blushed, and went back to her conversation with May about the kids training. T'Challa was having an in depth conversation with my father and Bruce about our project with ARSENAL, and most of the agents were conversing about an upcoming mission with tracking the Watchdogs. So when I tapped Bucky and Steve's shoulders to help me with the cakes, Bucky's mouth was full and he looked confused. Steve dragged him along though as I gestured to the walk-in.

Grabbing the lighter, I followed them into the walk-in, where Bucky quickly kissed me and grabbed my butt out of sight of everyone. I squeaked, "Why?"

"Because you have a pert little bottom. Can't wait to redden it a bit tonight," he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I blushed and fanned myself a bit, "We can discuss that later."

"I wouldn't be opposed," Steve said grabbing a handful for himself.

"Control yourselves," I laughed.

Lighting the cakes, and making sure they had a good hold on them, I opened the door and started singing.

"Happy birthday to you," I sang slowly, as Bucky and Steve walked out slowly with the cakes. Everyone caught on, the kids seeing the cakes and lighting up with glee.

"Happy birthday to you," I sang, leading the rest of our family.

"Happy birthday Elijah and Callie, happy birthday to you," We sang in semi unison.

"Happy birthday darlings," I said, kissing each of their cheeks as Steve and Bucky set their respective cakes in front of them.

"Pictures!" Jemma exclaimed, snapping a couple of just the kids and their cakes, and then one of the five of us.

"Okay, continue," She said, jumping out of the way for everyone to view them.

"So, do you guys know why we use candles?"

"No," Elijah said, looking at the flame in question.

"It represents each year of your life, and when you make a wish and blow out all the candles on your cake, your wish comes true. But only if you don't tell anyone, not even each other. Can you do that?"

"Yeah," Callie smiled up at me.

"Okay, think really hard," I whispered. It was as if they knew before I asked them, because Elijah took Callie's hand and they blew out the single candle on each of their cakes. The room erupted into cheers as they looked on, taking in the details on their respective cakes.

"Mine's purple! And it's got butterflies," Callie said, entranced by the purple buttercream.

"Mine has a light saber!" Elijah said, looking at the very carefully designed cake, with a navy background, and a light blue light saber.

"What can I say, I need to pass on my geekness," I shrugged to our family.

"Those are amazing," Wanda said admiring my work.

"Where did you learn to decorate Sera?" Jemma asked

"I picked it up on a mission. A friend of mine in Vienna, his sister owns a bakery and she needed an apprentice. It was the perfect cover for me, and I picked up some new skills." I said, shrugging my shoulders. I wasn't a professional, but I could hold my own in decorating.

"I always thought you had our birthday cakes flown in," Daisy said, as we started cutting up the cakes for everyone to get a slice.

"Nuh uh. I wasn't allowed off base, remember? I needed to pass the time somehow," I teased, passing another piece off. The conversation seemed to drift to other subjects. All the kids were finished quickly, too excited to watch Callie and Elijah open their presents. So all the adults took their pieces into the common room, where the kids settled on the soft carpet rug, talking animatedly about what they could have gotten.

Steve and Bucky were handing them to the kids, telling them who they were from and to thank them after opening them. Basically all the 'Avengers' chipped in for bikes for the kids, and my eyes almost bugged out when I remembered we hadn't taught them how to ride yet. Our SHIELD family got them bikes for when they were bigger, more meant for teenagers. Natasha got them separate presents as their godmother, and I was happy it wasn't more video games. I was upset when I found out it was paintball guns.

"Meant for tactical use only. Training for them. Plus we already had some. We were gonna go out tomorrow, teach them the basics."

"They don't have the proper gear," I pointed out. Steve and Bucky calmly set down two more presents in front of the kids, trying to avoid my glare.

"We were coerced," Bucky mumbled at Natasha's raised eyebrow.

"Actually you suggested it," She said, folding her arms over her chest.

"Don't throw us under the bus," Steve said, irritated slightly.

"All of you know how much I'd rather wait until they were older looking. We all know you need maturity when handling a gun," I said lowly as the kids started opening their boxes. Sure enough, there was kids tactical gear with full-face masks. Sighing, I rubbed my temples and looked at T'Challa.

"Please tell me you didn't get them something dangerous."

"You'll see," He smirked. Rolling my eyes at the sarcastic Prince, I watched them thank their Dad's and then come over to thank me with a hug. I gave my best smile, knowing how one parents bad mood could affect a child's birthday. A few of my friends had parents ruin several birthdays during their early years due to squabbling at their parties.

"Wow!" Callie exclaimed, pulling T'Challa's gift out of it's box.

"Chemistry sets," Elijah said, as I looked at T'Challa incredibly.

"Safe for kids to use. I believe you have several chemistry majors here that can show them how they work."

"I would love too!" Jemma said, excited. I smiled at her and said, "You've just been assigned to teach them science in homeschooling."

"These look cool," Elijah said, pulling out a book from another box.

"There are a few books in there. One is a history of Wakanda, dating back to my ancestor, the first Black Panther. For a long time, these stories were passed down through word of mouth, and from village elders to the children. While you are not Wakandan countrymen, we are allies. We have learned about your culture..."

"And we should learn about yours. That is extremely thoughtful. I may borrow one of those books."

"The books are from my father." T'Challa said as the kids pulled out more world history books, science textbooks, and children's story book of Wakandan legends.

"And that's the last of the gifts for the kids," Bucky announced, before Natasha pulled something out from behind her back and handed it to the twins. They giggled and got up to rush over to me.

"Happy 'birth' day Momma," Callie smiled. Laughing at the pun I was sure Natasha put them up to, I graciously took my gift. Opening the envelope, I read the card aloud, "For the hard work that you do, for the love that you give, we wanted you to relax a bit. Because you can't leave to jet around the world due to your important work at the UN, we've set up a weekend of luxury at one of the finest spa's Vienna has to offer."

"Arany Spa Wein," I read aloud, from the enclosed gift certificate. All it said was pre-paid and pre-booked spa treatments. The list was extensive, showing my treatments in an itinerary, spread out over three days.

"This is too much," I said, realizing how much this would have actually cost them.

"We all chipped in," Dad said as I watched Bucky deflate a little.

"Thank you," I choked out, looking at my husbands first, and then the rest of my family, "This is a wonderful, thoughtful gift."

"It was all Bucky's idea," Steve said, wrapping an arm around our husband's waist. Getting up carefully, I crossed the small space to take his face in both my hands and give him all my love in a soft kiss. He smiled softly as I released him, saying, "You have more than earned it."

"Thank you. I love you," I whispered before I wrapped myself around him, Steve's arms surrounded me as well, trapping me between the two of them as I sighed contently into their hold.

"Okay, now what? Do you guys want to learn how to ride your new bikes?" My Dad said, and I chuckled.

"Well, bikes can wait until tomorrow. For now, there's a game of football to be played in 15 minutes," Steve said, and there was a chorus of male shouts of appreciation.

"Ladies, if you would like, we can have tea in the kitchen," I laughed, but I noticed a few of the women looked like they were going to refuse.

"Ladies are welcome to join too!" I heard Bucky shout as the crowd dispersed.

"Can we play Dad?" Elijah asked, Callie and him coming up to see if they were allowed.

"Sure thing bud," Steve smiled, "But let's go change into clothes that can get dirty. You're Mom will tan our hides if we get good clothes muddy."

"I will tan your hides if you track mud into the base," I teased, kissing Steve sweetly. Sighing, I moved to the kitchen to start a pot of herbal tea, and bringing out a platter of sweets I brought back from Austria, I found the pregnant women wandering in.

"Okay ladies, tell me all the latest gossip from the base. I've been out of the loop too long," I over-exaggerated.

"Seriously? There's not much to tell. Cameron found a girlfriend finally. It's Jemma's assistant Amber," Maria said, shrugging.

"Way to go Cameron," I chuckled.

"Brock went all Neanderthal on Wanda the other day for even going to training. She tore him a new one though," Daisy smiled, looking into her cup with a chuckle. Her smile dropped suddenly, and it piqued my interest, knowing this may be the time she finds out she's pregnant. Oh boy…. Six hormonal pregnant women on base!

I prayed to whatever God was listening that we had patience with our pigheaded men, and they had more with us.

"Phil won't let me walk over here without someone to make sure I don't fall. There isn't any ice!" Audrey said, exasperated.

"Natasha laid down the law with me about walking out to the barn by myself. Except I broke her rule last night anyways. Sometimes, I just need a few minutes away," I said, before sending off a quick text. Daisy's phone was thankfully on vibrate on her person, so it didn't register with the ladies as they continued talking. Asking Daisy for her help picking up the leftover plates in the common room wasn't taken as suspicious to the others, so I had a chance to speak to her without anyone eavesdropping.

"So, would you like to tell me yourself, or do I have to use my persuasion?" I joked. She stopped and gave me a look, one that showed how scared she really was. I remember it well, because that's how I felt when I found out I was pregnant at 17 to a one night stand.

"I took a test this morning. It was positive, and I don't think I can tell Tripp yet," She whispered after a few moments. Pulling her into a hug, I said, "You tell him when you are ready. It may take a few days to feel ready. But for now, you need to tell Dad. And then Helen, so she can give you a physical and blood-work."

"And I thought Jemma was a vampire," She joked halfheartedly.

"I know I'm leaving tomorrow, but you can count on me, okay? Sisters have to stick together," I said, pulling back to look in her eyes. She wiped them free of tears and laughed, "I don't want to be pulled off of fieldwork."

"Oh honey. Neither did I," I smiled, "But I will talk to Dad after you tell him. Just let me know when."