"One week later, Loki was finally better enough to leave the Medical Wing. It was December thirteenth. Everyone went out to Central Park and was playing in the snow. Loki and Pietro were happy dancing in the snow, Bruce, Natasha, and Darcy were helping Natalie build a snowman, Jane, Pepper, Wanda were making ice forts, Thor and Vision were making snow angels, Rhodey and Sam were reading Harry Potter and Percy Jackson respectively, and Steve was avoiding the snow. Tony was watching Loki and Pietro book. He set it down and went over to Pietro and Loki.
"Can I steal a dance with this pretty girl for a moment?" Tony asked. Loki nodded to Pietro and the young man crossed his arms over his chest like a child.
"Don't hurt her." Pietro whispered to him. Tony nodded and put his hand in a neutral place on Loki's waist. Loki looked up at him.
"You want to talk about the miscarriage or what?" Loki asked.
"I was thinking of good names for you and Roadrunner's daughters and I think I've found the perfect names." Tony said.
"So, what are they?" Loki asked.
"Edmee Paris and Eevee Paige." Tony said and Loki stopped them, looking up at him in shock.
"You helped me find names?" Loki asked.
"Yes, I wanted to help you." Tony said.
"You...you're helping me?" Loki asked as Pietro took Loki from Tony.
"Yes." Tony said.
"Did he hurt you?" Pietro asked her.
"No, he helped me with the names." Loki said.
"You looked up names for me and my girlfriend?" Pietro asked him, Loki looking up at him as he called her his girlfriend and she gave a smile, face getting red.
"Yes, I wanted to help you two with something and I figured you two didn't come up with any names for the babies since I cut you off and you've been kinda busy the past few weeks between hating me and being in the Medical Wing." Tony said.
"So you helped us?" Pietro asked.
"I hope that I have." Tony said.
"The names are perfect, Pietro." Loki whispered to him.
"What are the names?" Pietro asked.
"Edmee Paris and Eevee Paige." Loki whispered, staring into Pietro's eyes, hers in a seemingly permanent state of happiness around Pietro.
"I love them, thank you Tony." Pietro said, holding Loki's hands in his own and dwarfing her. Tony smiled at the two, no matter how much it pained him to know that Loki didn't love him, she was happy and he wanted that for her. More than he wanted to torture her.