A/N: This is it! It's the end! And it's full of fluff and emotions! Thank you all for reading this! You're all wonderful! And another special shoutout to my dear GreenLoki!

The Avengers, Loki, Iron Man, or anything of the like. Just the thoughts inside my head. And taking some personal freedoms with mythology and lore.


"Steve? Rogers, are you there?" Steve reached down and picked up the ear piece as he picked up his shield. A team from SHIELD had gotten there and was cleaning up the latest fight with some Doom bots.

"Yeah, I'm here." He slipped a glove off and wiped at some blood from a cut above his eye. "The team just got here, Coulson."

"There's another emergency that needs your attention." Steve frowned a little. "Gabby's in labor. There's a quinjet about half a minute from your location, it'll get you back to New York as soon as possible." Steve was already looking for the jet ready to go.

"How long has she been in labor?" He didn't want to miss the birth of his children, and being on the other side of the world might make him do just that.

"She's been at the hospital for about an hour. I'll keep you updated.''

The quinjet was was only able to land on Avengers Tower at its closest to the hospital. Steve had left his shield, gloves, and helmet on the jet and continued on foot. Coulson had told him what floor and room she was in and that Pepper was in the room with her.

He took the stairs three at a time at the hospital and practically slid down the hall, passing the waiting room, filled with the rest of their family and friends, and a dog. He pushed the door open to her room and a nurse was there waiting with a face mask and gloves for him. She looked at his face and he just gave her a smile as he walked over quickly and took Gabby's hand.

"Steve! Thank god," she let out a breath and smiled at him. Pepper wiped her forehead as she went through another contraction.

"Just in time," the doctor told Steve. "She's ready to start pushing."


Steve found he couldn't stop staring, and he didn't want to move. The sleeping child in his arms was perfection, right next to her brother. His thumb rubbed over the name tag on her wrist, Anastasia Sarah Rogers, the older of the twins by 126 seconds. He glanced over at the small bed where his son slept, Christopher Lee Rogers.

He thought back to when he was still just a scrawny boy in Brooklyn, before the war, before the serum. He thought he'd one day find a girl to marry, start a family, but he never could have imagined the feeling he'd have. All he wanted to do was protect them, keep them safe, give them the world.

Steve blinked and looked up when he heard the click of a camera. Tony was standing in front of him, phone held out to get a picture. "This might be one of the more disgustingly cute things I've seen in my life," Tony said quietly, seeing everyone else asleep. He pulled up a chair and sat across the new father. "Welcome to parenthood, Rogers," He smiled, leaning back in his chair. "How's it feel so far?"

"They're only 14 hours old, and yet I can't imagine being without them." Steve looked back down at the sleeping girl in his arms. "It feels amazing."

"It doesn't really go away, not even when they're making you want to tear your hair out, and then tear theirs out," Tony chuckled a little. "I mean, I can't exactly tell you first hand what the teen years are like yet, I only got to see Gabby and those little mongrels she calls brothers, but they weren't living with me." Steve snorted a little. "The terrible twos will drive you nuts, specially with two at the same time, and you'll come to think that Doctor Doom isn't nearly as scary as what lives in your sons' diapers."

Tony leaned forward a little in the chair and Steve looked at him. "You'll find that you'd do anything for them, cause they're your kids, and at the end of the day you'll always love them, no matter what horrible thing they did that day. And when your little girl, cause she'll always be your little girl, is gonna get married, it's gonna be the hardest day of your life, and the second happiest day."

"The second?" Steve asked.

"Right next to the day they were born," Tony smiled. "Gods help whatever boy wants to date your little girl, Rogers. He'll never expect that Captain freaking America is her dad."

"I expect that he'll think the same thing that Emma's future suitor's will think when they see Iron Man and Loki." Tony snorted, grinning at the thought though. "Thanks, Tony." Tony raised an eyebrow at him. "For the talk, it actually helped."

"Think nothing of it," Tony leaned back in the chair. "I can't tease you about this moment, because I was the nervous father at one time. Two weeks from now though, that's a different story." Steve smiled and shook his head a little.


"Are you going to be able to make it?" Loki watched Tony mess with his jacket.

"Hush, I'll be fine," Tony waved Loki off. "I'll have the kids right there, and Fenrir. I'd be more concerned about yourself mister." Loki raised an eyebrow. "You haven't even seen her dress yet, so you don't even know what you're in for." Tony adjusted his red tie. "Okay, I'm ready."

Loki chuckled a little and put his hand on Tony's back and they walked down the hall. Kaia and Nathan had decided on getting married in France, at a castle. They weren't going to have a bridal party, they just wanted a simple ceremony. Tony didn't know how they got French castle from simple, but he wasn't complaining. It was family and close friends, and a couple of hand picked reporters and photographers from a couple of magazines. No one could say that Tony Stark wasn't generous to the press.

Tony knocked on the door of the room Kaia was getting ready in. He had timed it out with Pepper and knew that she would be all set and alone, just waiting for them. Tony bit his lip a little in anticipation, waiting for Loki's response.

The door opened and Tony took a breath as Kaia stepped out. Her hair was done but curled, with a red rose and green ribbon woven through her hair. The dress looked even better on her than Tony remembered and she had a simple silver choker on. She truly looked like she belonged in the castle, their little princess.

He sneaked a glance to the side and saw Loki too stunned for words. "My beautiful baby girl." Tony took her hands and kissed her forehead. "Look at you, all grown up. Well, you're probably wondering who's walking you down the aisle. Since I've already had the honor of walking down the aisle with you, Loki will on your arm today. Have fun, poohbear. I love you, so much." Kaia smiled, eyes getting teary, and she hugged him tightly.

Tony smiled and squeezed Loki's arm a little. "You've got about five minutes to pull yourself together." He smirked at the man and left to find Pepper and the kids.

Kaia looked at Loki, still grinning. "Hi, Dad." Loki took her hands and slowly pulled her to him, holding her and resting his head on top of hers lightly.

"I never imagined that one day I'd have kids, much less that I would be watching them get married," Loki said quietly, voice getting a little thick at the onset of tears. "And yet, here we are. You're more beautiful than I could have imagined." He leaned back a little, holding onto her hands. "I remember when you were just a little babe in my arms, and I was questioning myself about why I had given you a middle name that was just another version of Anthony." She let out a teary laugh, wiping at her eyes with a finger. "You will always be my first born, one of my precious children, and I will always be here for you, no matter where you are."

"I love you, Daddy," she hugged him tightly.

"I love you more, poohbear." He closed his eyes, lashes wet with tears, and just took his time with his little girl, before she became a married woman. "I'm going to have to have another child now. I'll just keep replacing you all as you get married." Kaia laughed and hugged him tighter.