Little babies are my weakness! Just a little S/O to 26wolfhawke for reviewing like EVERY chapter.

Mark is three months old,

"Shhhh, it's okay Markus." Bruce softly hummed and bounced the crying, three month old baby. It seemed like Mark almost never slept. He was always hungry or fussy but loved to held and rocked and just to have someone talking. Bruce had never had to hold a baby for more than maybe a minute, when he helped deliver some in Calcutta. Those babies were always beautiful, and Bruce had no problem immediately handing them off to their mothers. Now he had his own beautiful little boy and it actually felt right to be holding him. "Daddy's here." The brunette cooed.

His thoughts strayed, to his father oddly. Bruce wondered if Brian Banner ever held him when he was young. Wondered if there ever was a time where Brian would touch Bruce without the intent of hurting him, wondered if his mother would've been safe I he'd never been born. The scientist today probably wouldn't be able to stand himself if he ever hit Darcy. "I won't ever hurt you." He promised to the little bundle in his arms. "And if I think about it for a second, if I even raise a hand to you, leave. Take your mommy and leave me, okay?" He smiled sadly. "Now matter what I say. You leave."

Bruce sighed and started to pace around the nursery, at least Mark was settling down. He hoped that day would never come, where he lost it like his father did. Where he'd drink and drink and drink until he doesn't even see his family as his family. Not that the other Avengers would ever let that happen. Not that Bruce /himself would ever let that happen. He almost never had a drop of alcohol, maybe only half a bottle when Tony forced him to. It still worried him anyway.

By this time, Markus was slowly drifting off. Bruce sat by the windowsill and let the soft glow of the moon shine on his baby's face. He still couldn't believe where him and Darcy found the little boy, what a world they live in, nowadays. He just..couldn't believe that someone would be as cold hearted as to let their son die in some alleyway, that they'd be that full of themselves that they couldn't even accept that he wasn't perfect, that they didn't even bother with giving him a chance, even with someone else. Bruce would give anything for him and Darcy to have their own child, and these people would literally just throw one away?

He knows that Darcy loves Mark with all her heart and he did too. But there was always something about the way Clint and Natasha saw Phillip that just had Bruce longing for his own. Maybe they could try, just once, and maybe he'll be all wrong and nothing bad will happen. But no, that's stupid and he's being selfish. Darcy would be heartbroken if anything happened and it might even hurt her physically. Bruce couldn't do that to them. And what was he even saying, Markus was perfect, he was theirs, and he already made that promise to him and himself to be a better father than his was. Now that was a promise he would not break.

"Knock knock." A quiet voice sounded from the doorway. Bruce turned his head to find a certain red head carrying a little bundle in her arm and smiled at them.

"Hey," he greeted softly. "And, what brings you around here?"

Natasha sighed and shifted Phillip so his face could see the two by the window. "It seems out boys here are in sync, so I was guessing they miss each other." She smiled and stepped closer to them. "Or it's just two in the morning and I'll try anything to get him to sleep." The woman looked natural. Sweat pants a too-big T-shirt for pajamas, it was like a privilege to see her so relaxed. Normally it was only when she was exhausted did anyone but Clint see her like this.

Bruce chuckled. "I know the feeling." He stood and tucked Mark in one arm to hover over Phillip. "Why're you keeping mommy up this time?"

"Oh, he just loves food. And sadly, like his father, once he's up he is up."

Bruce looked up at her, a small hint of concern in his eyes. "Has he been sleeping bad lately? Clint, I mean." He added quickly after. "You know, I probably have some sleeping pills or something."

"Have you ever known Clint to be cooperative with sleeping drugs Doctor?" And just like that, the professional walls were up. Natasha and Clint had a strong trust going, her telling Bruce anything that Clint might have a sliver of him not wanting to know, would be crossing the line ten different ways. So she didn't let him know anything.

"I suppose not." Bruce said, not offended at all by the secrecy. Their business was their business. He held Mark out so he would see Phil and he smiled when the two boys did. "Seems like they did miss each other."

"Why do so get a feeling they'll be much trouble when they're older?" Natasha smirked and rocked her son.

"Mother's instinct?"

"Possibly." She huffed a laugh and started to retreat for the door. "Goodnight, Bruce."

He nodded his head. "Goodnight, Natasha."

The red headed mother silently slipped away. Bruce put Mark back in his crib and started towards his bedroom. He crawled underneath the blankets and felt Darcy running a hand through his hair. The brunette flipped over and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Still cheating on me Doctor Banner?" Darcy teased sleepily.

He chuckled and hurried his head into her back. "Jensen Ackles is still an option."

She smiled and threaded her fingers with his.

"I don't think so."

D'awwww some cute little baby fluff :)

Short, but meaningful. I'm working something with Phil (cuz for some reason I cant sop writing him) and possibly another angsty one with Amy.

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