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"That went well." Sam Winchester smiled encouragingly at Maddie, and she sighed, leaning against the wall behind her.

"The night hasn't even started," she complained, "and I'm already tired." She rubbed her face. "And the crap hasn't even hit the fan yet."

"There's more?" Wilson looked much too entertained, his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face. "Man." He leaned against the couch cushions. "This is better than the Bachelor."

Clint snorted. "This is pretty much The Bachelor, actually," He said after a moment. "Door number one: The Avengers! Door number two," Clint held up two fingers, "Kansas buddies and," He grimaced, "that other guy. Door number three,"

Clint paused as the front door opened, and Maddie groaned.

"Is there a sign on my door or something that says "Welcome! Please, forego all manners and just barge right in, like some sort of uncultured swine?!" She shrieked.

"I'm sorry," A deep voice began sarcastically, "I was under the impression that you were expecting me to return?"

Maddie closed her eyes with a grimace. "Sherlock," She greeted slowly. "Sorry. I was expecting you. I've just had a few more unexpected visitors today than I was prepared to deal with."

The tall man that strode into view, wearing an unbuttoned trenchcoat, with a sleeping toddler sprawled over his chest, seemed unimpressed and unsurprised at the crowd in Maddie's living room. He sniffed.

"I see that your past has finally come back to haunt you," He said smugly. The toddler in his arms huffed against his shoulder, coming awake, eyelids fluttering.

Maddie smiled tightly. "Shut up. How was the museum?"

"Fascinating." Sherlock blinked at the toddler that had sat up and was staring hazily at the man holding him. "We solved four murders."

The toddler slowly held up four fingers.

"Productive." Maddie approved. The toddler, a little boy with bright blue eyes turned suddenly at the sound of Maddie's voice. "Let me guess." She winked at the baby while she continued speaking to Sherlock. "He needs a diaper change."

"Brilliant deduction," Sherlock smirked. The little boy in his arms smiled widely at Maddie, two dimples appearing and held out his hands.

"Mama!" The little boy demanded, and Sherlock handed the baby over to Maddie, who poked the baby in the cheek.

"Hi baby," she greeted.

He giggled and laid his head against her shoulder.

That's when he noticed the crowd of people in the room. He blinked at them slowly, still staring at the first person he'd caught sight of, Pietro, who smiled and made faces at the little boy, who just stared blankly back at him.

"Wait a second." Pietro straightened suddenly.

"Did that baby just call you Mama?!"

"Did that baby just call you Mama?!"

"Oh." Maddie looked at the boy in her arms, then at Sherlock. "Right. Yep." She nodded. "This is my son: Orion."

Clint, Winchester and Cas, didn't look surprised: because they weren't. They already knew about Orie. Steve simply blinked. But the others?

Natasha's eyes were narrowed so much it almost looked like her eyes were simply closed altogether. Wilson only seemed mildly surprised until he thought of something, and then his surprise upgraded to pure shock, his mouth dropping open and his eyes widening dramatically.

Pietro stared dumbly at Orion, and Wanda tilted her head, her eyes unfocused as she thought. Suddenly, a hand clapped over her mouth.

Maddie grimaced at the silence.

"I made him," She finally said, which helped to break the silence.

"And who helped you?" Wilson asked sharply, his arms crossed and his eyebrows lowered.

Maddie winced, and Wilson shook his head.

"Him?" Tasha asked, inclining her head at the British man who observed everything, amused.

Sherlock scoffed. "Certainly not." He lifted his chin haughtily. "I'm a detective."

"That doesn't mean anything." Maddie shook her head. "You're still a male," She pointed out.

"But I did not meet you until Orion was three months old," Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Obviously I'm not the father."

"No," Maddie agreed with a huff, bouncing the baby who'd stared at Pietro until he'd fallen back asleep, this time against his mom's shoulder. "But being a detective doesn't make you incapable of being a father, I'm just saying."

"You're annoying," Sherlock rolled his eyes and moved to stand on one side of her kitchen island, nodding seriously at the two men seated on the other side. Sam and Cas nodded back.

"I'm aware." Maddie took a deep breath. "I have a kid," She said bluntly. "Does it really matter who the father is?"

"Does it?" Wilson asked darkly, and Maddie made a face at him.

"Yes." Tasha answered when Maddie didn't. "It does matter, because I want to know."

Maddie tilted her head as she thought, resting the side of her face on top of her son's face. "You really want me to say? Just blurt it out?" She took a moment to look at everyone.

Pietro nodded quickly and Wanda nodded slowly. Wilson just blinked at her.

The trio standing around her Island shrugged. Did it really matter?

Tasha considered Maddie for a long moment. Then she nodded curtly.

Clint grinned and winked.

Steve's lips tightened and he watched her for a moment. She shrugged, so slightly that no one but Steve noticed. Finally, he sighed and nodded.

"I got it." Pietro clapped his hands. "The dude." He pointed to the hallway. "It's him!"

Orion sat up suddenly eyes widening. He screeched loudly, and Dean appeared out of thin air, eyes only for the baby.

"Hey kiddo." He grinned and held out his hands, and Maddie handed Orie over. He immediately made a face. "Oh God. You reek, kid."

"Thanks." Maddie smiled cheekily at Dean, who grumbled under his breath but kissed Maddie's cheek, glowered at the room in general, and then carried the baby back to the room he'd just been in.

"I was right." Pietro smiled. "He's the guy, AND he's hottie." Maddie pursed her lips, but before she could speak, Tasha was leaning forward.

"Think it through," she cautioned, raising a finger. "No doubt that guy is hottie," She agreed. "But the father? The kid's 18 months at most, a year at least. If you follow that timeline, maybe she could've met the father after she'd left the compound, but odds are that she conceived while she was still there."

"So we know the father," Wanda nodded. "He's one of us." She turned slowly to her brother, and Tasha did the same, eyes narrowed. Clint hid a smile and did the same, and after a moment, Wilson looked too.

Steve coughed lightly, because Pietro didn't seem aware that he was the focus of everyone's attention now, he was so busy staring into space. Steve's cough had him jerking out of it.

"What?" He asked. When Wanda just raised an eyebrow, his eyes widened, his hands coming up defensively. "Whoa." He said sternly. "No. I am NOT the father."

"Yeah, no." Maddie crossed her arms. "Pie's not really my…" She tilted her head and smirked. "SPEED, if you catch my drift." Wanda snorted, and Tasha rolled her eyes.

"Hey!" Pietro leaned back, insulted.

"But if it's not Pietro," Tasha spoke up before Pietro and Maddie could get into an insult match, "Then who is it?"

"I know." Cas raised his hand, and suddenly HE was the center of everyone's focus. He blinked slowly.

"Cas," Maddie warned, but Cas just shifted in his seat and opened his mouth.

"It's that guy: with the metal arm."

Maddie's eyes dropped closed. Tasha's mouth opened slightly in surprise, and Wilson clapped a hand over his mouth.

Steve whipped to face Maddie.

"What?!" He snapped.

"Dude." Maddie took a step back. "I don't know what that guy is talking about. He's crazy."

Steve's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched. "So you DON'T know a guy with a metal arm?"

Maddie's front door opened with a creak and she grimaced, because there was only one other person she was expecting.

"Go Away!" She shouted. "You're grounded!"

"For what?" A voice called back playfully. "Whatever it is…I totally did it."

The man that appeared, his short brown hair tousled and slightly spikey, his blue eyes bright and focused on Maddie, wearing a navy long sleeve shirt and jeans, his shirt sleeves rolled up, the metal of his left arm clearly visible, seemed cheerful and unconcerned.

That changed when he followed Maddie's gaze and froze.

His fists clenched and his mouth dropped open and he tried to speak but nothing would come out. His sole focus was Steve, who looked just as surprised.

"You know what," The man snapped out of it suddenly, speaking to Maddie but unable to break eye contact with Steve. "I'mma take your advice…see ya."

"Nope!" Maddie launched herself at the man who was trying to escape, and the two slammed into the wall and then into Maddie's foyer, just out of sight.

The group couldn't see the scuffle, but they could hear it.

"Get off me!"

"No! You have to stay!"

"You just told me to leave!"

"I changed my mind! I need backup!"

"Get different backup! I am NOT dealing with this today!"

"Come on! They've already seen you, it's already too late?"

"Why didn't you tell me they were here?"

"I didn't know they were showing up!"

"Seriously Sinclair. Get off!"

"No! You owe me!"

And suddenly, the scuffle ended.

Maddie appeared again, gripping the man's metal arm tightly.

"Guys," She said, panting heavily, her hair in disarray. "This is,"

"The Winter Soldier." Tasha stood up quickly, her arms crossing.

The man winced. Maddie shrugged. "Well yes, but I was actually going to say that he's,"

"Bucky," Steve said, disbelievingly.

"Well, yes," Maddie hedged. "Yes, this is your best friend from 1942 Bucky Barnes, more recently the Winter Soldier, even MORE recently,"

"The father of your child?" Pietro spoke up quickly.

"Whoa!" That snapped Bucky out of his daze. "You think I'm Orie's dad?"

Pietro nodded. Bucky looked at Maddie, and the two started laughing.

"That's ridiculous," He pointed out, and Steve relaxed slightly. Pietro started pouting.

"I know," Maddie agreed. "You and me? Not in this lifetime!"

"Hey," Bucky frowned suddenly. "It's not THAT crazy."

Maddie shot him a look, and he snickered. "Okay, yeah, it is kind of crazy." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh. Hey Wilson. Didn't see you there." Steve whirled on Wilson, who winced and tried to sink into the couch cushions.

"What the hell is going on?" Steve fumed.

Sam looked around worriedly, then he shot upright. "Well," He began, a challenge in his voice, "We're trying to figure out who the father of Maddie's son is." Steve snorted.

"Well it's certainly not Bucky," he snapped.

"Then who is it?" Wilson crossed his arms. "Please, enlighten us."

Wilson waved an arm, eyebrows raised. Steve's eyes narrowed, but then he opened his mouth.

"Dude." Dean strode in, Orion perched on one hip. "What's with the yelling?"

Orion smiled at his mom, and waved shyly at Bucky, who smiled and waved back at the baby.

But Orie wasn't paying attention anymore.

Instead, his blue eyes were focused on the man standing on the opposite side of the room, who took a step away from Wilson, fists unclenching at the sign of the baby.

Orion clapped his hands excitedly. "Papa!" He yelled, holding his arms out. "Papa!" He said again, wiggling his fingers beseechingly.

Steve Rogers shot a look at Maddie, who just sighed and then shrugged, and Steve took that as permission to hold Orie.

He plucked the baby out of Dean's arms, and Dean couldn't protest because he was too busy staring in shock at Maddie.

The rest of the room watched in stunned silence as Steve and Orie smiled at each other.

"Papa," Orie said again, happily. Steve smiled down at Orie, and opened his mouth to return the greeting.

"Hi, Son."

Maddie leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as she took in the looks she got.

Clint wasn't surprised. He'd always known.

Dean knew that one EXISTED. He didn't know it was Captain Freakin' America, but there you go. There it was, looking ripped and holding Orie like they were related, and looking like each other, HOW DARE THEY.

Cas and Sam shared a look, because they were surprised, but more worried. Dean looked seriously close to a panic attack, which they couldn't begrudge.

Maddie's ex was CAPTAIN AMERICA, goodness personified, the total opposite of Dean.

Talk about coming up short.

Sherlock was slightly surprised. But then, he actually really didn't care, so…he was fine.

Wilson was Steve's best friend. He knew there was a kid. He didn't know about the MADDIE part. So that was a shock.

Pietro didn't get it. "What kind of a nickname is Papa?" He asked dumbly. "Is it cause Steve's old?"

Pietro wasn't always this stupid. Wanda shot a look towards her brother. But right at this moment? VERY STUPID.

"No." Tasha blinked a few times. "It's because Steve is the father."

Now it was Pietro's turn to blink. For some reason, the idea wasn't getting through. Maybe because it made no sense?

"I don't get it." He finally admitted. "I'm not getting the joke."

"There's no joke, Pietro!" Clint threw his hands in the air. "Maddie and Steve had sex!"

Dean visibly flinched. Steve covered Orie's ears. Pietro frowned.

"Now it's not even a funny joke," He critized.

"On that note," Maddie shook her head. "I'm going to change. Ladies?" Tasha and Wanda stood, determinedly. "We shall continue this interrogation in my room. Rogers?"

Steve stared wide-eyed at the room in front of him. "Good luck."

Maddie smirked and made a run for it. Wanda and Tasha followed. Steve made a move to run as well, but Clint was taking the baby from him and shoving him onto the couch before Steve could decide on an escape tactic, and there he was.

Trapped.

"Please." Wilson's voice was frosty. "Enlighten us."

Keep an eye out Sept. 5th for Chapters 4 and 5!

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