(I know it's a little boy in the pic, but I went with my own Skyeward OC babies – I hope it's okay :) Also, the credit for Captain's name goes for ticklish-super-spy, because according to her, "Skye is the same Steve Rogers trash as Coulson" :D)

Mini Heroes

Skye was supposed to buy a few things for Ada (her second baby girl was due in three weeks, and although they still had most of Haylie's stuff from when she was a baby, they were still short on some things), but it was so cool and cute at the same time, she just couldn't leave it at the store. And when she found a matching outfit for Captain it was like a sign from above.

Now she just had to get Grant agree on the idea.

But before she could have come up with a plan for it, her husband caught that something was up.

"What's in that bag, Skye?" he asked as soon as she walked into the living room upon returning home, pointing at the shopping bag in her hand, holding her newest purchase. Skye bit into her lip. She hesitated for a moment then held out the bag for him.

"Surprise?" she asked tentatively as he took the bag, then she sat down on the couch (slowly; honestly, if this baby decided to come a little early, she wouldn't have been against it). "You said you'd take Haylie trick or treating." For the record, he really did, and he even seemed enthusiastic about it. And anyway, they had just moved to the freaking D.C. suburbs with a toddler, and, apparently, taking their kid trick or treating was what suburban families did.

Grant nodded slightly, then delved into the bag, pulling out first a tiny black overall, then a small, red wig. The corner of his mouth twitched as he held them up.

"You bought a Black Widow costume for our daughter?" he asked. She could tell from his voice that he was on the verge of breaking into a laugh, but she still just nodded timidly, caressing her belly.

"Look again; there's something else there." When he reached into the bag again, she added, "That's for Captain."

The dog in question, who until then was sleeping peacefully in front of the unlit fireplace, hearing his name raised his head, started drumming with his tail against the floorboards, the stood up and trotted over to his mistress, settling down against her legs.

Grant actually let out a chuckle as he pulled the last item from the bag – a Captain America costume designed for dogs, equipped even with a shield that doubled as a Frisbee.

"Oh, Skye…" he laughed.

"You are okay with it? I mean, I didn't go overboard, right?"

Without saying a word, Grant put down the bag and the costume, walked over to her, leaned down and kissed her.

"I love it."

Skye smiled at him.

"Great. Because I'm already all over the idea of sending pics to Coulson, and I'd hate to miss out on that."

His forehead resting against hers, he chuckled, then, after an affectionate rub to her belly, he stood up, grabbed the Black Widow costume, and started walking towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" she called after him.

"Haylie should be up from her nap soon. I'm going to see if the costume fits her." And with that, he went upstairs.

Skye leaned back against the cushions with a wide grin on her face.

"Baby girl," she said softly, placing her hand on her belly. "Your daddy is a big dork."

As if she agreed, Ada kicked against her palm.