Hello, my viewers! A sequel here for Festive Miracles. I know I'm sort of late again for this, but with being 2023, I figured I would make it special again, and that 23 is my number. So, the chapters each are inspired by Youtube, Deviantart, and Fanfiction once again.
It's gonna be a 12-day advent of sorts, along with December 24th and 25th, and of course, New Year's Eve.
This chapter is inspired by majorfandoms on Youtube, ILITIAFOREVER on Deviantart, and my little story idea, in the category of Avengers Assemble. -Traveler.
-December 1, 2018, in an unknown location. -
Tony still can't believe that he became a prisoner...again, talking to himself for probably the millionth time. He knew Steve's gonna reprimand him, probably give him the longest lecture of his life, but Tony wishes he'd give anything to see Steve's face, even if he's upset and all, especially when he will discover that Tony is pregnant...Gods, he got pregnant by Steve's super sperm, and now he's in real-shitting painful-he has so much more respect for women now- labor.
He knew he was feeling off that day, yet he reassured the team that it was a minor cold, and that he had a bit of liquid medicine for it all...Gods, it was a wonder that he survived the explosion. He would never thank Steve enough for pushing him for the surgery to get the shrapnel out years ago, and his suit protected him from the explosion...
Hell, does he have rotten Stark luck?! He was thrown out by the explosion, Hydra found him, stripped him out of all the damaged suit pieces, and everything on his person including his wedding ring and the Avengers tracker and Jarvis's location bracelet, and kept him in a dungeon cell for the past 7 months.
It was a miracle that Hydra seemed to hold to their word about feeding him properly and giving him a couple of blankets, next to an itchy, slightly comfortable mattress, through Tony would trade a half-assed, slightly useless invention for a hot shower...Yes, a hot shower sounds so good, it would freaking give him so much relief in his aching back and legs...
Yet if he didn't have his suit, he wouldn't have survived the explosion nor his baby...He gritted his teeth through a contraction, tears prickling at his eyes...He can't scream even if he wants to, but he cannot, wouldn't afford to lose his baby to those shitting Hydra bastards!
He is wishing for the millionth time that Steve, T'Challa, anyone, hell, even Peter, would find him somehow, and help him. It's a relief that he found a spot out of Hydra's camera range in his miserable cell...He just prays that the blankets are clean enough for the baby, to soften up the landing for the birth...
Please, please let the baby be okay! He stifled a moan, trying to listen to his body, feeling the baby moving slowly, and taking deep breaths as best as he could, pushing. He perked up at distant sounds of explosions, and he widened his eyes slightly as he heard the Hulk's infamous roar of fury, and he gave a sob, "Oh, oh, the family's coming, baby!".
He cried out at another contraction as he pushed, tears falling, sweat mussing through his hair and body, hearing the explosions increase in proximity, next to gunshots, the Hulk's roar, the whirr of motorcycles and planes.
"We're coming home, baby!", Tony grunted as he took another deep breath and pushed, shouting out in pain, feeling the baby getting closer, clenching his hands into the mattress fabric, and this continued on for a few more minutes before he heard the faint calls of his name, "Tony!".
Tony sobbed as he heard his husband and is that Clint too?! He screamed out in pain as he pushed again, "STEVE!", feeling his nether regions burning.
"TONY!", Steve's voice was heard, and Tony barely heard the sounds of the shield hitting people, running footsteps, the bash-crash of the cell door, as Tony looked back with tears, a small, snarky smile, "What took you so long, hubby?", before crying out in pain at another contraction.
Tony sobbed as he took hasty deep breaths, looking into Steve's shocked, relieved eyes, as he held his hand, "Tony, y-you...", and Tony gasped out, "I know, surprised me too when Hydra tested me out when they were getting suspicious of me gaining weight...Steve...It hurts!".
Steve kissed Tony's temple, "I'm here, I'm here, Tony! Breathe!", barely seeing Clint joining them, "Blimey, Stark! Talk about timing! I see it crowning! Push!", and Tony snapped, "What do you think what I've been doing for the fucking past hour?!", before pushing as he screamed out in pain, holding tight into Steve's hand.
"That's it, Tony! You're doing good!", Steve encouraged, sweeping his other hand through Tony's hair, tears prickling at his eyes, muttering, "I missed you so much...They took your ring...They took your damn ring I gave you!".
Tony smiled warmly, "Don't worry, I'll make a new, even better one in the lab when we're back home.", before crying out in pain, with Clint shouting, "Yes, yes, you're almost done, Stark! The head's almost out! Two more pushes, and then your baby will be in your arms!".
Steve gave a sob, "You hear that, Tony? Almost there! Gods, I'm a dad!", and Tony chuckled, "I had the same reaction too when they kicked for the first time...I missed you too, Steve...I love you...", before shouting in pain as he instinctively pushed at another contraction.
"Good, that's it! Shoulders's almost out! Push, Stark! By the way, I hope you don't mind, but everybody's listening in.", Clint smirked with a grin, and Tony snarked out, "For once, I don't care! The family deserves to know that their new niece or nephew is coming!", as he took a deep breath and pushed, grunting, screaming out in pain, tears falling.
"You got it! Baby's out!", Clint called out as Tony collapsed into Steve's arms, panting and watching Clint and the baby with concern before a hearty, healthy, and loud wail pierced the air, and Clint laughed, "She got a great pair of lungs! Congratulations, guys, it's a girl!".
Tony sobbed as Clint half lopsided wrapped the wiggling, squirming, shivering, crying baby girl in a blanket, placing her in Tony's arms, as Steve was in awe and in love already, "Oh, Tony...She's beautiful...", seeing the full head of little black hairs, bearing Steve's tanned skin shade, Tony's nose and dimples, and a set of clear blue eyes.
"She's perfect...", Tony whispered in joy and relief, in love with his daughter from the first moment he laid eyes on her, "She's all ours, Steve...", looking at Steve lovingly and happily, and Steve smiled, tenderly kissing Tony on the lips, "I love you too, and I love our daughter...I'm so sorry I missed out on everything...", gently brushing his daughter's cheek with adoration.
Tony snorted, "Nah, I'm relieved you didn't, because, well, we were prisoners and all, so no loss there, but yeah, I wish she came crying and all at the Tower or the mansion...At least it gave me time to think about names.".
Steve chuckled, "Of course you did, my love...", and Clint replied, "What's the little missus's name, eh?", with a grin, tilting his head slightly, apparently hearing the rest of the team through the earpiece, and Tony replied, "Josie Margaret Stark-Rogers.", with a soft smile at Steve who widened his eyes, realizing that his daughter is being named in honor of his father, and his dear friend/former crush.
Tears fell down his cheeks, "Oh, Tony...It's perfect...Our Josie...", Steve spoke softly as he looked at his daughter who is still crying, though she's becoming quieter, between coos and gurgles. Clint smiles, "The team approves.", before going to clean up the mess and get rid of the afterbirth which Tony pushed out with a slight moan of pain.
Steve replies, "Let's get you and Josie home...", with a smile as he gently tucks the second blanket around Tony, picking him up in a bride carry, and Tony smiles, "Good. Because I'd love a wonderful hot shower and a heap of burgers, whichever comes first.", before Josie gives a hungry grumble, and with a bit of adjusting, latches into one of Tony's nipples, drinking her father's milk.
Clint chuckles, "Couldn't blame her. And to think she's born on the 1st of December.", as he walks alongside, his bow up, with an arrow notched, on guard, with Steve's shield tucked on Steve's back. Tony blinks, "December already?...Gods, time seemed so slow down here...Well, at least, you're getting a cozy, warm Christmas, Josie...", with a smile.
"And she'll be with all the family, and safe. She's gonna be spoiled, no doubt...I hope Peter loves her when he meets her.", Steve commented with a smile, and Tony laughs softly, "Steve, Peter's practically our son, though I don't know if the adoption papers went through by now. I'd think he'd love his sister at first sight.".
Steve smiles warmly, "Tony, they have gone through.", before blinking, "Okay, alright.", taking off his earpiece and placing it in Tony's ear, and Tony's tears came again when he heard Peter's voice, "D-Dad?".
Tony sobs with a smile, "Peter...That's right, Dad's here...Oh, I missed you, son...I'm okay, and so is your sister.", and Peter's voice replied with a chuckle, "I'm really happy to be your son, Dad. And I can't wait to see Josie. The rest of us, we're waiting for you, with a ride home. Plane took a couple of scrapes, but it'll get us home, thanks to Jarvis.".
"Oh, thank goodness...I'd use a really good nap between that shower and food, after feeding the little rugrat. She's a unique miracle...", Tony chuckled as he looks down at his daughter feeding on his nipple, and Steve smiles, kissing Tony on the temple, "Our beautiful miracle, Tony...You're so going to explain how you survived and all...I thought I lost you...", with a murmur.
Tony smiled, "I'm here, Steve, and I'm not going anywhere, along with our daughter.", kissing Steve on the cheek, and Steve nods, holding his husband and newborn daughter a bit closer in his arms. Yes, it's a miracle that he and the team had somehow found a lead to Tony, and he has a feeling that it was the Black Widow aka Natasha Romanoff who helped them...He would never thank her enough...
And now he's reunited with his husband, his daughter, and now going home with Peter and the team, where they will spend a very overprotective, yet cozy and safe Christmas, and he isn't going anywhere now to miss out on Josie's 'firsts' if he has anything to say about it.