I AM SOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN WHAT FELT LIKE A MILLION YEARS! I love y'all, I promise! Here is some more to the story and please check out my first Supernatural story called "A New Adventure". *Kisses*

Thor was attempting to feed Samantha in her high chair. Let's just say it wasn't going very well.

"Samantha. Please eat." Thor pleaded with the baby. She would squirm and turn away every time he brought the spoon up to her mouth. "Beth! Why doesn't she partake?" he asked, distraught.

I sighed. "If Samantha doesn't want to eat right now, we will try again later. Just pick her up." I instruct.

Thor's face twisted into this weird expression. "I...I don't feel comfortable holding the child..." he confessed and set the baby food jar on the counter.

I was dumbfounded. "Well, why not?" was all I could ask.

"I am afraid I will hurt Samantha. She is far too delicate for my Asgardian strength..." he answered, hanging his head.

"Thor, you aren't going to hurt Samantha." I assure him. "Just be extra careful." I encourage, wiping off the food that was on her face. I picked her up and held her out to Thor.

He tentatively took her and held her at arm's length. I laughed.

"Thor, you'd be better off cradling her than what you're doing right now." I say with a grin.

The god of thunder nodded and brought Samantha to his chest and rocked her gently. She began to drift off to sleep and then finally closed her eyes.

Thor gasped, if it was possible for the mighty Thor to do so. "The babe has fallen asleep!" he exclaimed in a whisper. He walked over to her crib in the next room and carefully laid her down. I followed.

"See?" I said and patted him on the shoulder. "Nothing to be afraid of."

We had been taking care of Samantha for four months, so we decided to just pick a day to celebrate her being one year's old. After much arguing, we settled on June 1. The decorations were hung and the cupcakes were almost finished baking. Clint suggested a Blue's Clues theme. I didn't question it.

I walked into the nursery. Tony and Bruce were arguing about what she should wear. I crossed my arms and leaned on the door frame undetected to watch the scene play out.

"I think she should wear the purple dress, Tony." Bruce said. "It looks nice."

Tony huffed. "You would think a purple potato sack would look nice, Bruce!" he argued. "Bright red looks much better!"

"Of course you would suggest that!" Bruce exclaimed.

It went back and forth like that for another minute or so, me holding back laughter in the doorway and Samantha watching the two grown men argue, chewing on her left hand and miraculously still undressed.

Natasha walked by, stopped, and spun on her heel to look at me, a question on her face. I shrugged in reply. She stepped into the room and cleared her throat.

"Boys."

Tony and Bruce immediately froze and turned to look at her. "Samantha should wear the pink dress." she commented and walked out of the room. Tony grabbed the pink dress and Bruce put it on her. I chuckled and grabbed a matching bow and handed it to Tony and walked out of the room.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SAMANTHA, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" we finished singing as Pepper recorded. Samantha grabbed her blue-frosted cupcake with both hands and smashed it on her face, not really eating it. It was super adorable.

We helped her "eat" her cupcake for another ten minutes. The ending result was blue cupcake everywhere except her mouth. Luckily we changed her into just a diaper after pictures. Samantha was so covered in cupcake that we had to rush her to the bath immediately.

Clint put her in the bath chair as Tony filled the tub. We crowded in the tiny bathroom to help bathe the Littlest Avenger. Steve blew bubbles through his thumb and index finger and Samantha would giggle, making us all laugh as Natasha poured cupful after cupful of water on Samantha, the blue flowing down into the tub. Thor grabbed the baby shampoo and squirted the smallest amount on his fingers and scrubbed Samantha's hair. She cooed and flapped her arms, sending tiny splashes everywhere.

The rest of her birthday was pretty uneventful. After we changed her into some pajamas, she "opened" presents from us in the living room. Samantha would play with the wrapping paper as we finished opening each gift. We all got her some new toys, books, and clothes. Except for Steve. He got her a wagon, he said it was just like the one he had when he was a child. I told everyone that there was just soap in my eye. When we sat her down in it, her eyes lit up like never before and she laughed the whole time we took turns pulling her around the Tower. It was moments like this that we would forget she wasn't actually ours.

It was four in the morning when I heard Samantha wailing from my room. Great. I trudged downstairs.

"Please stop crying...Please!" someone was pleading with Samantha. "Why are you so warm?" they asked the crying child.

I padded into the nursery to find Tony bouncing Samantha around to no avail. "Beth! Thank God! Samantha is extremely warm...I think she has a fever." she explained.

I rubbed my eyes. "Why don't you get Jarvis to assess her vitals?" I suggested.

Tony nodded, flustered. "Oh, right. I can do that." he said. "Jarvis, take Samantha's vitals please."

"Of course." came the AI's automated reply. "Samantha has a temperature of 103 degrees, sir."

My eyes widened. "Oh my goodness. That's awfully high." I commented. "And Bruce is gone on that S.H.I.E.L.D. science conference."

Tony continued to bounce Samantha on his hip. "The emergency room will take forever..." he mused.

A certain pediatrician popped into my mind. "Be right back!" I said and ran to get my phone.

...

"Hello?" came a groggy greeting. "Dr. Julia Stapleton." she said.

"Um, Hi Julia. It's Beth-Bruce's niece?" I awkwardly said. "Long story short we have a baby with a fever of 102 at the Tower who needs immediate attention, and you said I could call you for anything, right?" I rambled.

"I'm on my way." she replied.

"Thank you so much!" I replied and hung up the phone.

Julia sat up in bed. "How did they get a baby?" she asked herself and got some scrubs out of her closet.

...

"Yikes." Julia commented as she studied the baby thermometer. We had all crowded in the kitchen. "103. Definitely the flu. I'll give you some Children's Motrin, that will help." she said and grabbed a box and medicine dropper out of her medical bag and handed it to Clint. "Give her a teaspoon once in the morning until her fever is down and she is less fussy. Samantha should be good in a few days."

"Thank you, Julia. Your services are much appreciated." Thor said as Julia packed up her things and headed for the door.

Julia smiled. How she managed to still look pretty in scrubs at five in the morning was beyond me. "You're welcome everyone. I'm always happy to help my favorite superheroes." she said and walked out the door.

"Bruce landed quite a catch..." Natasha murmured. We all agreed.

The box is right down there!