Hey, lovers? I forgot to tell you before, so I'm telling you now: this little fic is set after Infinity Wars II (no, it hasn't been released yet, but I'm hopping everybody is alive by the end of the movie).

"Ok, so let me get this straight," says Tony after the awkward silence that follows the teens' explanation of who they are. They have returned to the jet and the plane is flying back to the facility on autopilot; they are flying on stealth mode, so the trip will lightly take a couple of hours.

He turns to Piper, pointing with his finger. "You're my daughter." She nods. "And you're eighteen." She raises a brow and grins.

"Yes, I am, I was born on 2021." She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head to the left. The grin never leaves her lips and Tony shudders at the disturbingly familiar sight.

"Yeah, I don't think I need to ask who your mother is…" he mutters, before turning to Nathaniel. "And you're Baby Barton?" the blond chuckles and nods.

"God you haven't called me that since I was thirteen."

"How old are you again?" asks Thor this time, breaking out of his stupor.

"Twenty-four." Tony raises his Stark-phone and snaps a picture of the boy.

"I'm sending this to Barton, thirty bucks that he has a heart attack." Sam snatches the devise from his hand and glares at the billionaire. Tony huffs and rolls his eyes before turning to the next teen, Scout. "So you're a Maximoff." The boy nods with a big grin on his lips. "Who's Daddy again?"

"Viktor." Tony blinks. Wanda gasps, and the billionaire turns to her.

"Who's Viktor?" Wanda blinks at him, shock clear on her face.

"Vision. That's the name we chose for him: Viktor." She turns to the teen, seeing physical similarities with Vision now that she's looking for them. "But, how is that possible?" Scout grimaces.

"I'm not really that interested in how I came to be, Mom." He shudders and Thalia chuckles next to him, drawing the attention of the unofficial clarifier of the Avengers.

"And you're Thor's daughter." The blonde turns to him and nods, tapping her war hammer against her shoulder. "And you said you're… seventeen?"

"Sixteen." Thalia corrects.

"And your mother is…?" at the question, her eyes harden and the tapping stops. Her whole body is tens as she looks at Thor through the corner of her eye.

"Dad never told me…" Thor frowns, confused. However, Sam is the one to ask the question.

"What do you mean, he never told you?"

"Uncle Thor just appeared one day with a newborn Thalia, and you all made us leave the room, so we don't know anything." Explains James, before turning to Thor. "I was three. I remember that I was drawing something in the main area of the house, and suddenly you appeared running with a bundled blanket in your arms, Shouting for Mom or Dad or Auntie Pepper or anybody. Next thing I knew, I was sent to my room and later, during dinner, you all told us that we had a new addition to the family." He looks at Sam from the corner of his eye for a second before looking away. And that we'd lost one too.

Thankfully, no one notices the way all teens look at Falcon discreetly, as if seeing him for the first time. Tony breaks the tense silence by turning to the remaining male and next in his list of clarifications: James.

"Well, I think it is pretty clear whose kid you are, with that hair and those eyes…"

"It's not possible." The quiet but powerful voice cuts through the air like a knife and everybody turns to the owner. Natasha Romanov. James swallows and shrinks under her glare, she's looking at him as if he killed a whole litter of puppies. "You're lying."

"What do you mean it's not possible? He's the carbon copy of Capsicle but with your hair! He even–" his protests is cut short when the woman directs her irate eyes at him. She's seething.

"It's not possible, Stark! I can't get pregnant, ok?!" Steve slides closer to her, knowing it's a sore topic, even more now that Thanos has been defeated and the Sokovia Accords abolished. They could have a family now, only that they can't.

"You sure about that, Auntie Nat? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you're pregnant right now." The read-head turns to Piper, who quivers a little under her piercing gaze. She hurries to explain. "James was –or will be– born in June 2020, that's seven months away. So, unless you lied to us and he was created and incubated in a lab, you're two months pregnant." The woman stays silent, looking at the girl before returning her eyes to the boy in question. He gives her the same smile Steve gives her when he's feeling shy or embarrassed. Could it be? No, it can't. The procedure was efficient, I can't get pregnant.

"You have been feeling a bit queasy lately, Nat." mutters Steve form her side and she looks up at him, the insecurities he'd seen when she'd told him she'd never be able to give him a family shining in her eyes. "And you did complain that your period was late." There's hope shining in his eyes now, that tinny, shy smile forming on his lips. "Don't you think…?"

There's a minute of silence as the couple stare at each other until Scout moves from his seat at the other end of the plane and approaches them. "I could check, if you want." All the adults look at the boy, confusion clouding their features.

"You can?"

"Yes! Mom taught me last year. We usually use it to see if somebody is injured, but it works with this too! That way we can see if the baby is healthy." Explains the teen, moving a little closer so he's just a few feet form them.

"Have you done this before?" Asks Steve. Scout snorts.

"Of course I have, I do it to Mom all the time!" he takes another step and raises his hands slightly before looking at Natasha with big, blue eyes. "Can I, Auntie Nat?" she swallows, and the sudden but comforting warmth of Steve's hand on her lower back relaxes her enough to nod her permission.

The boy grins, elated, and promptly kneels at Natasha's feet and puts his hands a few centimetres away from her flat stomach. He closes his eyes as his hands begin to produce the blue wisps. They move form his fingers to curl over the woman's abdomen, swirling around and around. Scout frowns and moves his fingers a little. He gasps and opens his eyes.

"Found him!" his eyes are glowing a deep blue and a silly grin forms in his lips. "He's so tinny…" the blue tendrils disappear and his eyes return to normal.

He looks up at the couple, his eyes glowing with child-like wonder. He turns and spreads his arms wide, moving and curling his fingers. Thousands of little blue wisps fly form his fingertips and curl and twirl in a mass in the centre of the cramped space. They begin to form a C-like body from a side view, a big, irregular head with two black dots and slightly transparent, a palpitating mass at the centre of the minuscule body and four leg and arm-like stumps. There's a cord that leads from inferior part of the body and dissolves at the edge of the image. They watch in amazement as it shifts slightly and then the image falls and Scout drops his hands to his knees, panting from exertion.

The whole group breaks out of their stupor and Steve is the first one that regains power over his voice.

"Oh, God, you're pregnant…"


Through the floor to ceiling glass windows form the Avengers Facility, James sits and watches as his parents talk in the relative privacy of the yard. They're so close, their foreheads touching and his father's hand over his mother's stomach. He can see twinkles in their cheeks; they're crying. He wants to be there with them. And technically he is, but he feels miles away. He can hear his team bonding with their parents; Piper showing Tony how to operate the nanobots he himself will create in a few years, Scout teaching Wanda a few tricks she herself will teach him when he comes, Thalia gushing to Thor about Syldor –her war hammer– and how awesome it is and then both laughing when the weapon doesn't find Sam or Nathaniel worthy. This is the first time they've seen their parents in almost two months and he feels jealous of his friends and guilty for that jealousy.

He feels Bianca step to his back. Her hands –always covered by her tactical gloves– fall over him, the right onto his head to pillow her chin and the left on his shoulder to balance herself. He sighs and grabs her left hand, feeling the cold seep from beneath the glove.

"We never got to finish explaining…" mutters James, tightening his grip on her fingers.

"It's not that important, James. It's not like I'm their real–"

"If you finish that sentence I swear to God, Bianca, I will gut you." She stays quiet for a few seconds before shaking his grip off and seating herself next to him, to his left. He can see her right hand fiddling with the other one and he snatches it away, bringing it to his lap. He twines their fingers and he can feel his warmth seep into the glove. "We've talked about this, B; Mom and Dad have talked this over with you too. Just because you weren't born from Mom doesn't mean you're not their daughter. The papers are legal, and more importantly, the feelings are real."

They observe as Steve kneels and raises Natasha's shirt, exposing her abdomen to the evening air. He presses kisses over the still flat skin and murmurs to the baby, James, and she just sinks her fingers on his hair and laughs, tears still falling to the grass from both. Finally, Bianca shifts and scratches her collarbone. James sees it from the corner of his eye and get's up, tugging Bianca with him.

"C'mon, let's fix that before it get's worst." As he leads her to the elevator, he catches Piper's gaze and she nods at him, sending him a sympathetic smile as they disappear down the corridor.


"I thought you two were dating." Tony's voice snaps Piper from her musing and she turns, seeing her father glare with suspicion at the corridor.

"We are." She answers simply, deactivating the bots that are creating a sword and making them return to the rod.

"So why is he leaving with her? What was her name again?"

"Bianca, her name's Bianca." She tries to keep her tone mild; her father's fake nonchalant attitude towards Bianca is rubbing her the wrong way.

No one messes with my BF and get's away with it, even if it's Dad.

"Well, they looked pretty chummy to me…" she can hear the protective tone in his voice, and although she appreciates it, it's unnecessary.

"Dad…" she's about to set him straight, telling him what they hadn't let them finish in the plane, when Steve and Natasha step inside. They look around, and a frown appears on Natasha's face.

"Where's James?"

"He went to one of the rooms we set up for them. He's with the quiet girl." Answers Tony, only to get a glare from his daughter.

"I just told you her name." she then turns and looks at the couple. "I don't think they'll be in a room. Bianca got hurt yesterday and we still haven't had time to look at it, so they're probably in a lab." She's about to continue, but they're already walking down the hall. She sighs and shrugs. "Oh, well, they'll find out eventually."

"Find out about what?" asks Wanda, walking towards them with her arm thrown over her son's shoulders.

"Bianca, Mom. She's their daughter too." Says the boy, and all the adults in the room gasp. Sam –who's been with Nathaniel until they get a hold of the Barton's– and Thor approach to hear this new information, the teens following close behind.

"How com you didn't tell us this before?" asks Thor.

"You interrupted us when we were about to." Responds Thalia, letting her hammer rest on the floor and using it to support her body.

"She doesn't look like them." Piper huffs at her father.

"I thought adoption was already a thing in 2019. She doesn't have to be flesh and blood to be family, Dad. I thought you'd know that by now." She gestures around them and the billionaire genius has the good grace to look sheepish.


Steve and Natasha walk hand in hand to the elevator. His thumb weeps over her knuckles every few seconds and his eyes lower to her stomach every few seconds. She has her free hand over it, and Steve has to stretch over her to get the button because she refuses to take it off it.

"I'm pregnant…" a silly smile spreads Steve's lips at her soft words. She looks up at him and his eyes water again at the sight of her face. "I can't believe I'm pregnant, Steve. It shouldn't be possible, that graduation ceremony was efficient, I should be unable to conceive." The elevator doors open and they step inside, turning to face one another.

"FRIDAY, where's James?"

"He's in the Laboratory 3, sir."

"Take us there, please." The elevator starts and Steve turns to Natasha again. "They clearly messed up, Nat. That boy is proof of that. And Wanda's kid, Scout, showed us too." He moves her hand slightly to the side so he can put his much larger one over her stomach too. "Six weeks," he chuckles and shakes his head. "I think I know the night it happened." Natasha smirks.

"Kitchen in Tony's penthouse?"

"Kitchen in Tony's penthouse." He nods and both laugh.

The elevator dings and the doors open. They step outside and look around the room, the glass walls five them a clear visual of the entire floor and they soon find the teens. What they see chills them to the bone.

Both teens are seated on a table, Bianca in the table itself facing away from them and James on a chair. The girl is naked from the waist up except of a black bra. They can see the expanse of her back, all the marred, scarred flesh. Two wide, deep cuts that go from each shoulder to each hip, crossing in the middle to form an X and they can see the endings disappear over the curve of her shoulder and hips into her tactical pants. But that's not what shakes them most. It's the fact that she's missing an arm, and that the redhead boy has it laid on the table in front of him.