Author's Note:

The request list so far:
- Bruce Banner
- Natasha
- Quicksilver
- More Bucky~!

I should probably point out that at a certain point, I'm going to run dry and daily updates is going to stop. I never know how to pace myself. Working on Natasha's! I hear you! :)

"Honey, have you see the book I just bought?" Scott calls down the hallway, holding two mugs of coffee. "Honey?"

He purses his lips, a million of possibly situations fly through his head. Someone might have broken into the house to steal his suit and have hurt Skye. The thought of her injured makes him spill the coffee as he runs down hallway. "Skye! Answer me!" He feels her sense of annoyance and discomfort through the bond and follows it, stopping in front of the bathroom.

"Honey?"

He grimaces as she dry heaves over the toilet bowl. Beads of sweat rim her pale face, her hair clung to the sides of her face and the back of her neck. "I don't feel so good."

"You don't say. You look like shit." She chucks a toilet roll at him and misses miserably from the lack of strength she placed in the throw. Placing the coffee on the sink, he crouches beside her and feels her head. "Looks like you got a slight fever."

He clucks his tongue in disapproval. "I told you not to eat the two day old Chinese leftovers." She rolls her eyes at him, too exhausted to quip back. "Okay, back to bed. I'll tell Simmons to come and check on you if she's available."

He tucks his arm under her legs and carries her back to bed. "Coffee?" she murmurs quietly as he tucks her in.

"Maybe later." He presses a kiss on her temple and places a bin within reach. "Simmons first."

It is hours later when Simmons stops by with Cassie and her soulmate, Fitz in tow. They're closer than usual. Scott watches her with thin lips. Something happened between them. Fitz better have not bonded with his sixteen year old daughter. He'll string him up by his toes and leave him for Natasha. He knows Natasha has a soft spot for Cassie even if she doesn't admit it.

Fitz catches his stare and quavers for a moment before snapping his spine, lifting his chin as a show of defiance. Scott won't admit it, but his 'bravery' impresses him –slightly. Soulmate or not, he doesn't approve of Fitz being with his daughter.

Simmons is finishing the test, placing her equipment back into her bag. "Well, congratulations!" She claps her hands together. "You're about two and a half months along! Maybe three. We'll need to do more tests to determine how far along you are but-" she trails off, seeing Scott's stunned look.

"I'll leave you two alone." She says quickly. Grabbing Fitz and Cassie by the elbow, they exit the room.

"I'm going to be a father?" he mutters, sinking onto the bed.

"Scott?" she calls quietly.

Scott turns and looks at her properly. He feels her fear so palpable that he tastes at the back of his throat. "I'm going to be a father!" he repeats, grinning, sending waves of joy and love to her. "I mean, I didn't expect it'd be so soon but- I'm going to be a father!"

He jumps up. "CASSSIE! CASSIE! YOU'RE GOING TO BE A BIG SISTER!"

He pauses, popping his head back. "I'll bring some chocolate! And candy! And that weird blueberry sprinkle poptarts you love. No coffee! Strictly no coffee"

She groans and pulls the blanket over her face, but he senses her mirth and joy. He needs to call Tony and Steve and tell them the good news. Then he has to decide the colour for the baby room.

He's going to be the best dad ever!