A/N: Chapter two!

Although nobody shrieked as Tony strode through the hospital doors still in his suit, he got quite a few stares and several gasps. Not that he gave a fuck (then again, when did he ever) but seriously, people. Take a picture. It'd last longer.

He stomped over to the desk, where a very nervous, very young intern sat, trying to look everywhere but at him. "What room is Mrs. Virginia Stark in?" Tony asked, his voice robotic because of the suit.

"R-Room 413, Mister Ir-Mister Stark." The intern looked like he was about to wet himself. "W-would you like me to sh-show you?"

Tony glared at him, and although the intern couldn't see his facial expression because of his mask, it looked foreboding nonetheless. He turned and walked away quickly. He was on the first floor; he needed the fourth. Considering that there were injured people already here, blasting through the floors in the suit wouldn't be recommended, and Pepper would get mad.

So instead, Tony opted for the elevator. The people around it scattered, and lucky Tony had an empty car all the way up. To his stressed mind, the quiet ding, ding as they passed each floor sounded patronizing, and he glared.

The elevator stopped on the third floor, and Tony was about to shut the door on them when he saw who was waiting; a bald girl in a wheelchair, followed by an IV. He stared at them for a second, sizing them up before stepping aside and letting them in. The nurse wheeling the kid smiled in thanks before pushing her in.

The girl looked up at him. "Are you really Iron Man?"

The nurse went to shush her, but Tony nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

"Why are you here? Are you hurt?"

"No. My wife is having her baby."

The girl smiled brightly. "Really? Congratulations!" The nurse nodded, smiling.

Tony grinned, glad they couldn't see it. "Thanks, kiddo." The doors opened, on the fourth floor, and he moved to step out, but hesitated. "Kid, what's your name?"

"Nicole Roster," the girl said, "And I'm eight. You're my favorite Avenger."

Tony nodded, saluting her. "Good luck." And he marched away.

Room 413 was quiet and dim. Pepper lay on the bed, hair sweaty and messy. There was a distinct lack of a baby bulge, and nurses.

Tony looked at his team, who had stood up as he entered. "Did she…?"

Natasha smiled. "She had the baby, Tony. A healthy girl; 8 pounds 12 ounces."

Pepper stirred a little in her sleep. Tony moved towards her, removing his helmet and laying it on a table. "How was she?"

"She did good," Clint said quietly, sitting back down on the couch next to Natasha. "She's a fighter."

Tony nodded, touching his wife's hand gently. "Yeah, I know."

Pepper opened her eyes, drowsily. "Tony? You're back? I'm sorry, I wanted you to be here when-"

Tony shook his head. "Why? You would have been in pain for that much longer-"

She shrugged. "But I would have had you."

He leaned down to kiss her but the doctor entered at the exact wrong moment. "Mrs. Stark- oh, and Mr. Stark has joined us?"

"Yes I have," Tony groused, turning around, "and you'd better make this quick-" The doctor held his baby in his arms.

His baby. She was beautiful, he knew it already. She had Pepper's nose, he saw, closed eyes and dark hair. Tony crossed to the doctor, who moved to give Tony the baby. "Oh, no," Pepper said, "He doesn't like to be handed things-"

"I think I can make an exception," Tony said, taking his daughter. She wasn't as heavy as he had thought, and she smelled nice. He just stared at her. His daughter. He and Pepper had a baby daughter. After all these months, he didn't know what he had expected, but it wasn't as amazing as this.

Tony turned to Pepper and she smiled at the two of them. Natasha raised a camera. "May I?"

Tony just nodded, unable to say anything or do anything except smile at everybody, even the doctor.

Pepper reached out her arms for them and Tony walked over, giving her the baby. "I was thinking… Anastasia. Daddy's little princess." Pepper booped her nose.

Tony nodded. "Anastasia Nicole Stark."

"Nicole? Why Nicole?"

"Uhh… My aunt's name."

Pepper gave him a strange look but then shrugged. "Anastasia Nicole Stark."

"It has a nice ring." Tony said quietly.

Pepper looked up at him, beaming, face practically glowing. "Yes. Yes it does."

(A week later, the family of Nicole Roster received a large amount of money to pay for her chemotherapy. They had no idea who had sent it. Nicole had suspicions, but she kept it to herself.)