With the anticipation of a new career and the arrival of the twins, July passed in the blink of an eye. Steve's birthday was quietly celebrated this year. When August came, the entire atmosphere surrounding the couple reached a fever pitch. It was barely three weeks into the new school year on a Friday afternoon, when Steve got a call.

"Nat, is everything okay?"

Her breathing is heavy on the other end of the line.

"Steve, I think…I think it's time. They're kicking wildly and I think I'm having contractions."

"Okay, I just finished my last class. I'm on my way out the door."

Running past Flash, he barely offers an explanation on his way out the door.

"Steve? Is everything okay?"

"Natasha, contractions. Gotta go!"

"Good luck, man!"

Bolting out the door, he's at the car in five minutes. As he drives off campus, afternoon traffic is just beginning. Then gridlock stops everything when a car accident occurs right in front of him.

"Not now! Nat, hang on."

Stuck on the road back to Brooklyn, his phone starts ringing again.

"Steve where are you? Natasha doesn't want to leave until you get here!"

"Bobbi, I'm stuck behind a car accident. Can't go anywhere."

She had called Bobbi just after calling him. Being that her apartment is closer than Manhattan, Bobbi arrived faster. From the background he can hear his wife scream.

"Hand her the phone, Bobbi. Let me talk to her."

"Steve! You have to get here!"

"Baby, hang on. Breathe just like they taught us. You can do this."

After a while her breathing starts to calm down. The kicks and pain have begun to subside, but the contractions haven't stopped.

"Okay, good. Nat, have Bobbi call Dr. Grey. Then call the hospital. It's going to be easier for me to get there than to get home. I'll meet you there."

"Steve, please come home! I need you here."

"I'm trying; they've just finished cleaning up the accident. It's still going to take some time to get out of Manhattan. Please; call for an ambulance, with a little luck I'll get there as it arrives."

He's not sure if he'll make it, and Bobbi could hear the stress in the request. With Natasha still on the phone with him, she makes a decision.

"Tell Steve I'm taking you to the hospital. It's the best option and he can meet us there."

"But Bobbi no…"

"No buts Natasha. You know this is the right course of action. It's Friday and it's rush hour. If the babies are coming, I will not let your husband miss it. Get it in gear!"

Neither of the couple has heard her talk that way before. Instantaneously all arguments cease. Now calm, Natasha relays the message.

"Bobbi insists on taking me to the hospital. She says to meet us there. Hurry, Steve."

Hanging up the phone, he's grateful Bobbi took charge. It gives him the chance to change directions and take the outbound towards NYM. He's gets lucky to be in the right place and the right time as another ambulance is pulling into traffic, going the same direction. When traffic got moving again, he was able to get to the hospital in fifteen. He pulls up as Natasha is helped into a wheelchair.

"Nat! Thanks Bobbi."

"No problem, get in there!"

Inside, Dr. Grey is waiting and walks up when she sees them.

"Natasha, how far apart are the contractions?"

"Feels like ten…ten minutes."

"Good, then we've got time. Dr. Blake, where is the nearest delivery room?"

"This way. Follow me."

By the time the next contraction hits, Natasha and Steve are prepped and ready. The contractions are still too far apart, but the babies are coming. Now they just have to wait.

"All right, we're all set. Steve, we've still got some time until Natasha is fully dilated. As soon as her contractions are within five minutes of each other, hit the call button. I'll have Jane be alert for first response."

"Thanks, Dr. Blake. How long do you think?"

"Shouldn't be too much longer. It's close. Natasha do you want anything for the pain?"

She decided against the medications, opting for a natural birth. Over the next hour Jane and Jean came in to check on her status. When it was time, Steve stayed with her and holding her hand. After twelve hours the first baby was born, a little girl, weighing in at six pounds: Talia Sarah Rogers. They had only ten minutes with their daughter before contractions started again. Within another fifteen minutes their son arrived, and at five pounds: Joseph Grant Rogers. An hour later, their friends were allowed in, but one couple at a time. Clint and Bobbi were first.

"Wow, these two are so beautiful. I hope someday soon Clint and I can have a baby of our own."

"Someday, Bobbi you will. Do you want to hold them?"

"I would love to, Natasha."

Steve gently hands their daughter to Bobbi, and then their son to Clint.

"She takes a lot after you Steve. Same blue eyes and blonde hair with a hint of red. She's going to be a real heartbreaker someday."

"And this little guy is just as ugly as his old man. But I'm glad he got your red hair and green eyes Nat. What are their names?"

"Joseph Grant and Talia Sarah. Don't worry Clint; someday your son will be just as ugly as you."

Both guys get a light punch in the arm from their wives at the joke. But one couple is still missing for the next announcement.

"Hey, can we get Bucky and Sharon in here as well? Steve and I have something we want to ask the four of you."

After the other couple is allowed in, Steve makes the announcement.

"Clint, you and Bobbi have been with us since college. Bucky, you've been my brother for years, and Sharon, with the help from you and Carol, Natasha and I got back together."

"Where's this going Stevie?"

"Nat and I know what we're going to ask isn't conventional, but we want the four of you to be our kids' god-parents."

Both couples are astounded at the request. But what's being asked of them is an honor. So of course they all agree. Finally the rest of their friends get to see the children. Peter and Carol are next, followed by Tony and Pepper, then Bruce and Betty. All offer up their congratulations.