Notes: I thought I might want to put out the pairings before I post many more parts to this (ha, like there will be many parts!). This verse will proudly be shipping Bruce Banner and Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton and Phil Coulson, Tony Stark and Snark. Or, well, most likely Pepper, because while I love Stony I love canon too. And Nick Fury and badassery, because, yeah. All of these will be established relationships unless I suddenly think up a new one. I'll let you know if that happens.

Don't know if I'll post another one for a while. I have one that's of actual length half done about Clint and Phil dealing with the changes, but eh, it's on the back burner for now.

(When did I fall in love with wordy ass titles?)

You Might Not Know It Yet, But I'm Having Your Babies

Darcy Lewis wants a child—one day. Tons of people do. Being in that delicately hectic stage of being fresh out of college and fresh into SHIELD didn't really leave Darcy time to think about babies and preschools and stained clothing and all that junk. She's just too busy doing whatever it was she does at SHIELD in her cozy little office across the hall from Phil's and for the most part disregarding the section of her contract that specified what her job entailed.

She did as she pleased.

Today was no different. She had locked up her apartment nice and early, stopped to grab breakfast at the coffee shop a few blocks away from headquarters, picked up coffee for Phil and Agent Hill, and had wasted most of her morning on Tumblr. When Coulson came in with that look, which she would never admit actually worked on her, she smoothly pulled up a few reports to amuse him. He gave her assignments, she responded with wit and sarcasm—normal for most eleven o'clocks these days—and got to work.

Lunch was good because SHIELD had class and apparently didn't want to piss everyone they encountered off, surprising yes.

Darcy was just coming back from a nasty after-lunch date with the break room copier (thing was evil and hated forms as much as Stark and the one in her office was still broke) when she noticed someone sitting at her desk. Darcy stopped at the door to just smile a little. Bruce had been avoiding her lately—y'know ever since he was turned into a child—but here he was with his faced pillowed on his arms slumped against her desk. Closer inspection concluded that yes, he was in fact sleeping.

Darcy quietly sat her stack of papers down on the desk and eased into her seat (thank God it didn't squeak for once in her life). Banner had been doing some kind of work in the lab for most of the week and the new body just couldn't keep up with it. Coulson had mentioned that the other Avengers (even if he had really been talking about Clint) were having problems keeping their regular schedules of little sleep.

She didn't want to wake him but his glasses were slipping and since he had forgotten to take them off she reached over and removed them. One of those dark curls brushed against her fingers and she took the care to move it back to where it belonged. He seemed peaceful like this, as a child. It made Darcy blink back something hot and look away and most certainly not think about what might happen when the spell wore off. She didn't think about a kid with curls and perfectly plump lips and beautiful brown eyes or sweet smiles. She didn't. She was one of SHIELD now and they weren't really a family organization, if the Avengers weren't proof enough. They had dysfunctional written up one side and down the other.

But one day Darcy was going to have kids, and if deep down she hoped that they ended up being geniuses with dimples, well, it could just be her little secret for now.