A/N Thanks for all the lovely reviews. Here is another chapter. Thanks to Kirsty for her suggestion. I loved hearing all your requests keep them coming.

I don't own Our Girl or Avengers/ Tom Hiddleston. A girl can dream I suppose.

Home is Where the Heart Is

Charles moved carefully around the room, picking up the discarded Lego bricks, action figures, pots of crayons and items of dressing up clothes that were strewn around the living room. In the middle of it all, Molly lay sprawled on a bright coloured bean bag sound asleep. A princess tiara sat on top her head slightly askew. Ava lay snuggled on her chest her head tucked under Molly's chin. The hood of her Tiger onesie covered her head, the bright orange stripes and ears clearly visible. Last but not least, Sam lay curled up on Molly's other side, his arm lay protectively across both Molly and Ava. He was dressed in his Spiderman costume. But, never content with settling on one thing for very long, he had evidently decided that one Avenger was not enough for this adventure. Captain America's helmet tipped precariously off his head whilst Thor's hammer lay clasped in his hand. Judging by the chaos it was clear that the threesome had enjoyed their prolonged bonding time, thanks to Charles' meeting running late.

Charles chuckled softly and reached for his camera phone. This was definitely one for the album. With new blackmail material procured, Charles carefully lifted Sam's arm from around Molly and lifted him into his arms. He moved steadily across the room failing to notice the Loki action figure until the point of his staff went through Charles's foot. Swearing softly, Charles attempted to right himself as his leg gave out, trying in vain to not wake his sleeping son. Sam shifted slightly as Charles tightened his hold. "Dad?" Sam's groggy voice asked.

"Yeh Sam?"

"That's a pound in the swear Jar." Charles huffed out a laugh.

"Alright scamp you win. Did you have fun with Molly today?"

Sam yawned, "Yeah. We played Karaoke and we sang Mcbusted and Molly showed me how to air guitar and we jumped around on the sofa and head banged. Ohhh and played dress up. I had to rescue Molly from the evil Loki. Hay Dad! Molly said I wasn't supposed to say we did that. Jumping on the sofa. So please don't tell her yeah?" Charles laughed as he tried to keep up with Sam's frantic train of thought whilst he placed him on the bed. Clearly his Son had been spending quite a bit of time with his wife if his vocabulary was anything to go by. Not to mention the speed with which he was talking these days. Definitely a trait picked up from camp Dawse as Sam calls his London family. "Alright scamp. It'll be our secret." Charles finished tucking in his son in and moved to the door. He paused and watched him sleep wondering where the time had gone. He remembered bringing him home from the hospital. He hadn't gotten home in time for the birth but was there to drive him home. He remembered feeling absolutely terrified of this little tiny human who was relying on him to provide him with absolutely everything.

Bringing Ava home several months previously had been no different. He was petrified all over again. He was used to dealing with Lego and tanks and Dinosaurs. Now he would have to contend with fairy wings, princess dresses and pink. Oh god pink. He remembers how his hands shook as he carefully carried Ava's car seat down the hospital steps and into the Range Rover. How his fumbling fingers grappled with the seatbelt as he tried to recall how to secure a car seat correctly. Ava with her hands scrunched into fists, her tiny feet kicking out sporadically, lay in the car seat totally oblivious to her Daddy's inner panic. Driving home from the hospital he ensured his rear view mirror was tilted so he could keep an eye on his two favourite girls as he drove, as slow as was legally allowed, back to Bath.

"You can go slightly faster than that Grandma," Molly had mocked from the back. Proper rinsed!

"You're one to talk. The last time you drove back at the base you forgot which pedal was the break and ploughed through the guard gate nearly taking out half of 2 and 3 section during drills. You sent trained killers running for the hills Dawes. Major Winters went ballistic." Charles laughed.

"Oi! that was one time. In me defence I did beep to warn them. If they didn't move fast enough then they clearly need to revise their fitness program," Molly mumbled defensively.

Charles was brought back to the present hearing Molly slowly climb the stairs, Ava lay over her shoulder still asleep. "Alright there princess?" Charles mocked as he closed Sam's door and headed towards their room. "Shut it you! We had loads of fun thank you very much," Molly answered sticking her tongue out as she placed Ava in her cot whilst winding up the mobile above the bed. Quiet music filled the room as the new parents crossed into their adjoining room, preparing for bed. Molly snuggled up against Charles, trying to get comfy. "I loved spending time with Sam today," Molly whispered. After a pause she continued, "He knows that nothing has changed right?" Molly asked Charles.

"What do you mean?" Charles asked.

"Sam. Does he know that even though I have Ava, it doesn't change how I feel about him? I still love him just the same as before. If not more, seeing how good he is with her?" Molly asked sleepily. Charles drew her against his chest and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "He knows Molls," he whispered as she drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later Molly is woken by Ava's soft cries over the Baby monitor. She moves to get up, accidentally causing Charles to stir. "Go back to sleep, I've got her," She whispers as she moves towards the nursery. As she does, something catches Molly's eye. Sam's door, always left closed so he isn't disturbed by Ava's cries, stands wide open. Frowning in confusion Molly moves to stand in his doorway. The blood in her veins goes cold when she spots the bed is empty. Spinning on the spot, irrational panic starts to creep in when she notices the bathroom is still in darkness. Molly hurries down the hall into the bedroom but pauses at the threshold to the nursery. Listening intently Molly swears she can hear soft music playing. Ava's cries have gone silent.

As Molly moves into the nursery she stops short in the doorway. Molly smiles and moves to shake Charles awake.

"Charles! Charles! Wake up! You might gunna want to see this. Quick!" Charles woke with a start.

"Jesus Molly! You nearly gave me a Sean Connery! What you playing at waking a man up in the middle of the night. Are the kids ok?" Charles asks frantically as he sits bold upright in bed.

"Oh wind your neck in love. Hay! Are you finally going all Cockney on me Charles?" Molly grins wickedly. "Can't wait for Nan to hear you." Charles shoots Molly a withering glare.

"Dawse. Wake up call?" steering her back on track.

"Oh you have got to come see this. It is the cutest thing." Charles' brow creases in confusion as he stands and follows his grinning wife toward the nursery.

"Molly what the f…." Charles trails off as he takes in the scene before him. There curled up against the cushions of the rocking chair, swaying gently, Sam is led sound asleep. His arm is outstretched reaching between the bars of the cot, his small hand lay protectively next to Ava. Ava is sound asleep on her tummy, a tiny fist grips Sam's finger with all her might as if she will never let him go. Molly moves to lean her head against his shoulder and he wraps an arm around her waist watching quietly.

"Looks like he took your words at the hospital to heart ay Boss. I found him like this when Ava woke me up crying. He must have snuck in here after her last feed. He even wound up the music for her. Half asleep by the looks of him. Ava's one lucky lady growing up with this little dude watching out for her. You and Rebecca should be proud Captain."

Charles smiled softly at the scene. Pride making his chest fit to burst. He reached out and gently placed a blanked around Sam's shoulders.

"See what did I tell you Dawes? You've nothing to worry about. We James' look out for our own. Always."

"Always Boss?"

"Always Dawesy" He replies softly, gently steering her out of the room and pulling the door ajar.