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"Ugh, that's disgusting, you two." Clint's lip curled up in disgust. "Seriously, I think I'm gonna be sick." He said, covering his mouth and turning his head.
"Then don't watch," Venom said, licking the chocolate sauce off your finger.
"And if you're gonna throw up, do it away from the food." You told the archer. "What do you think, bud? Need salt?" You asked, spreading the sauce further with a spoon.
"Salt would be good."
"When did you start adding things to your sheep's brains, Vee?" Natasha questioned the symbiote, watching the two of you with interest.
"Yeah, don't you usually just open your gullet and swallow in one go?" Tony questioned, causing Clint to gag.
"I'm not eating this one."
"This is mine." You told the man, eating a section before letting out an appreciative hum. "This is done. The salt was a good choice." You said, grabbing your plate and moving to sit beside Steve.
"Doll, isn't that raw?" Steve wrinkled his nose as he looked at your meal.
"Yeah, it adds to the flavour." You nodded, cutting your meal into sections.
"Oh, I'm really gonna be sick." Clint groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Which one of you did it?" Bruce called as he entered the kitchen with Thor right behind him.
"I didn't do it."
"It was just a joke."
"Not me."
"Did what?" Natasha rolled her eyes at the table's reactions before turning to Bruce with a fond smile.
"I got a medical alert from FRIDAY," Bruce said, cocking his head. "And when any of you are in the kitchen it's not safe."
"Yeah, that was from me," Tony said, raising a hand. "I got FRIDAY to get you. It's this one." He added, pointing at you.
"I'm not injured, Tony." You rolled your eyes, continuing with your meal.
"Physically, maybe not, but something is going on in your head if you think that's a normal meal," Tony said, cringing as you took another bite.
"Vee eats stuff like this all the time, and no one says anything." You scoffed.
"That's different."
"Yeah, Vee's not normal."
"Hey!"
"No offence, big guy." Clint was quick to reassure the symbiote. "But you're an alien. Your normal is still pretty strange to us." He said as Bruce moved towards you and placed his hand on your head.
"Do you feel sick? You don't feel warm." Bruce tsked.
"You know we can't get sick, Brucie." You said, pushing the scientist's hand off your face.
"We eat the germs." Venom grinned, running his tongue over his teeth.
"Why can't I just eat a meal and not be judged?" You sighed, stabbing at your delicious treat.
"Because that's your second brain of the day," Natasha pointed out to the room.
"Second?"
"I can feel my lunch coming up my throat."
"I've never seen you eat one brain before, let alone two."
"Many women experience a change in appetite when with child." Thor shrugged, sitting beside you. "It's perfectly normal." He added, licking a bit of chocolate sauce off your plate, ignoring the looks the rest of the room shot him.
"What?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not pregnant, Thor." You choked on the food in your mouth. "Oh, shit." You coughed, hitting your chest.
"I got it," Venom said, smacking you on the back.
"Okay, okay, thanks, Vee." You brushed his hand away. "Just because you can heal broken ribs, doesn't mean they don't hurt."
"Thor, we're all on some sort of contraceptive, or just can't have children," Natasha said, with Bruce nodding along. "What makes you think Y/N's pregnant?"
"I am the God of fertility." Thor shrugged. "I know these things. Just as I know that it was Steven and my sperm that created the lives of our children."
"Children? More than one?"
"God and super-soldier sperm. That should do it." Tony muttered.
"Vee?" You murmured, the symbiote extending himself towards your uterus.
"Oh. That's what that is." Venom said before retracting and wrapping himself around your womb.
"I know the situation isn't ideal, not being planned and all, but isn't this kind of what we've always talked about?" Steve wondered. "Having a family of our own?"
"I'm not mad about this. I might need some time to adjust, but," Clint shrugged. "I want this. I want to teach our children to shoot. I want them to have better than me or my brother ever did."
"You know I've always wanted children," Natasha admitted, scratching the table before her. "Even when they told me weapons don't deserve children, I wanted one."
"You're not a weapon, Tash."
"I mean, we've already adopted the spider kid and Barton's sidekick." Tony nodded, resting his hand on Natasha's lower back. "Our kids would grow up with older siblings."
"And we were just talking about the possibility of adopting." Bruce agreed.
"Y/N? How are you feeling about this?" Steve asked and all eyes turned towards you.
Your stomach felt heavy as your lunch began to make its way back up your throat. The taste of chocolate sauce and brain, which had tasted so good going down, did not have the same flavour coming back up.
"Bathroom." You muttered, rising to a stand and rushing towards the nearest bathroom.
You'd been in the bathroom for hours. Your partners had found you pretty quickly, FRIDAY being the snitch she was, and had been at the door ever since.
The knocking had stopped around hour two of you ignoring your soulmates, but someone was always at the door, talking to you through it.
As Steve talked you through his latest painting, you were curled up in the bathtub, the curtain hiding you from the empty room.
'How did we let this happen?' You shook your head, pressing your head into your knees. 'How didn't we notice sooner?'
'It didn't seem dangerous. I didn't see the danger.'
'I can't do this again, Vee. They don't even know. We never told them.'
'It never came up.' Venom comforted you, rubbing a tendril down your back. 'We may have to tell them.'
"They're gonna hate us." You whispered aloud, feeling a tear run down your cheek.
'I can eat them.' Venom offered, wiping your cheek.
'That's alright, Vee.' You shook your head as you rose to a stand. 'We can't keep this a secret anymore.'
'No.'
'Are you okay if I tell them?'
'He won't come back because we thought of him. We already knew that.'
"Steve?" You called, causing the soldier to fall silent.
"Yeah, doll?" You heard him stand outside.
"Can you get everyone to go to the bedroom?" You asked, wringing your hands in front of you.
"Of course, doll," Steve said before you heard him walk away.
"Are you ready, bud?" You asked, stepping out of the tub and moving towards the door.
"If you are," Venom said, shifting so his head rested on your shoulder.
Exiting the bathroom, you slowly made your way through the hall before entering the bedroom where your soulmates sat waiting for you.
"How are you feeling?" Natasha asked as you stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"Gross." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Did you throw up?" Tony looked green.
"No." You huffed out a laugh at Tony's germaphobic nature.
"Y/N, we've been talking." Steve started, watching you with serious eyes. "And we shouldn't have started talking about the babies like that without checking you wanted this first."
"So, if you don't want this, Bruce found the names of some good doctors," Tony told you, with the other scientist nodding along.
"It is your body, draga." Natasha smiled at you gently. "And ultimately your choice."
"And there's more than a few adoption agencies in New York who are very discreet if that's the way you want to go," Bruce added.
"We're good with whatever you decide," Clint promised, Thor, nodding at his words.
"It's not that I don't want kids with you." You told your soulmates. "It's just, there's something we haven't told you."
"Whatever it is, we can work through it, together," Thor assured you.
"Well, to be honest, we've been telling everyone a bit of a fib for a very long time." You admitted.
"Okay, what kind of a fib are we talking about?"
"Do I need to call the lawyers?"
"Do you have another alien living in you?"
"Pretty big, no, and no." You answered your soulmates' questions. "We didn't actually leave San Francisco right after Drake. We thought maybe we could handle staying and that we could keep our lives there. So we helped Eddie with an interview with Cletus Kasady."
"The serial killer?" Clint raised a brow.
"Yeah. We got left alone with Kasady, and he got weird."
"Y/N?"
"We were under guard, but it was as if he'd researched us before we got there. He knew about my childhood, where I went to school, the name of my first boyfriend, creepy shit like that." You shivered, Kasady's voice still fresh in your mind. "I wanted to leave, but we got too close to the cage, and Kasady grabbed us. He bit us and tore a chunk of our neck out. The guard pulled us away, but it was too late. Kasady ingested a lot of our blood, and that's when it happened." You said, absent-mindedly rubbing the side of your neck.
"What happened?" Steve asked, leaning forward slightly.
"Kasady had our child." You sighed and the room fell into a stunned silence. "Guys?"
"I'm sorry?"
"What?"
"You said nothing like that happened."
"Also, how did that happen?"
"Nothing like that happened." You assured your concerned soulmates. "Venom's species reproduces asexually, and a host's gender doesn't matter. And when our blood mixed with Kasady's DNA,"
"He made Carnage," Venom spoke, lowering his head as he did.
"Where is he?" Tony wondered curiously.
"Carnage wasn't, Carnage didn't," You licked your lips, struggling to find the words. "Kasady ruined Carnage. His DNA, his insanity, and his blood lust ruined Carnage, and there was no other way."
"Carnage was a red one." Venom took over, running a tendril down your arm. "He tried to kill us. He killed people for fun, not food. Carnage had to be put down."
"We tried reasoning with Carnage, we begged, we tried to separate the two, but it didn't work. They weren't symbiotic like us. They were just tangled. We couldn't separate them." You shook your head.
"Oh, Y/N, Vee, why didn't we know?" Natasha asked, standing and pulling you into her arms.
"It was our condition to Fury. We'd meet the team if he kept it off the books." You mumbled into her shoulder.
"And Y/N thought you'd reject us if you knew," Venom added, wrapping around Natasha's waist.
"That's not going to happen." Thor was quick to deny it. The common Earth practice was akin to torture in the blonde's mind. He would never deny one of his chosen.
"It wouldn't have in the beginning, and it won't happen now," Clint agreed, rubbing the Gods' knee.
"So, you think these children will be the same?" Bruce questioned you as you and Natasha pulled apart. The spy wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you towards the bed.
"I don't know. This didn't happen last time." You gestured to your stomach. "We didn't think it could happen."
"It feels strange," Venom spoke up, curling around your waist. "We feel the heartbeat but it's not ours. They think but it's not like us."
"We can feel it." You nodded. "Not just movement, but we can feel them sitting there, stretching themselves out." You said, placing your hand on your stomach.
"Not like our kind."
"Then maybe Venom's genes didn't pass on." Bruce hummed, causing you all to turn to him.
"What do you mean, Bruce?"
"Well, if Venom's species reproduce asexually, then perhaps he didn't pass his DNA onto the children," Bruce said, adjusting his glasses. "Or maybe God and super-soldier DNA is just stronger." He added with a shrug.
"We are strong." Venom huffed. "Do you want to put it to the test?" He challenged, turning to Steve and Thor.
"That's not necessary, Vee," Steve assured just as it looked like Thor was going to agree. "We know you're the strongest here." He said placatingly.
"Yes, we are."
"We want these babies." You said, glancing at your soulmates. "But we can't lose another one."
"Y/N,"
"Carnage was ours. We didn't know him, and we couldn't help him, but he was still ours. He was a part of Venom and when we killed him, we felt his pain. We felt the agony of not being able to merge with Kasady and everything we'd done to him. And we can't do that again." You shook your head. "We can't kill another part of us."
"It's not going to come to that," Tony promised you.
"And if Kasady is what turned Carnage, then if these two are like the two of you, they will be fine," Bruce said assuringly.
"You don't know that."
"Kasady was insane, clinically insane. He was a murderer, a sociopath, that's neither of you. And none of us." Bruce said firmly. "Nurture is just as important as nature."
"That's right." Tony nodded. "These kids are going to grow up with Avengers as their family, literal Gods too. They're gonna be just fine." He added, reaching over to take your hand.
"We're pregnant." You whispered, after a moment, the words loud in the quiet room.
"We're pregnant," Thor repeated as a smile crept onto your face.
"We're gonna have a family."
"We already do, doll. It's just getting a bit bigger is all."
And as you sat surrounded by your family, the weight of the twins in your womb and Venom settled protectively around them, you found thoughts of Kasady and Carnage being pushed to the back of your mind.
For now, everything was as it was supposed to be.
"Okay, Vee only two hours max, remember?" You fussed as the symbiote appeared by Clint's shoulder.
"We remember."
"Because you are not allowed to burn Clint out."
"We will not burn out the bird."
"Babe, we'll be chill." Clint smiled, brushing hair from your face. "Vee and I are buddies. Right, dude?"
"Right, bro."
"Please, never say that again." You sighed as Steve chuckled behind you.
You were just over three months pregnant and a combination of super-solder, God, alien DNA and the fact you were carrying twin, meant you were already showing a lot more than you were supposed to.
It was one thing to know you were pregnant, but to see your body physically changing to accommodate for the two had made it all the more real for you.
As well as your six soulmates.
They were already overprotective, despite Venom's assurances he could take care of the two of you, but when you became four instead of two, it kicked into another drive.
They had begged and pleaded with you for weeks to see reason and stop your patrols with Vee.
At first, you had gently brushed their concern off, but when you woke up one morning with a visible bump, you finally agreed to step back as an Avenger and swing with Vee.
But Venom got bored, and hungry, quickly.
It had been Thor's suggestion to find the symbiote a temporary host and when Clint turned out to be the most compatible after you, the hawkeyed Avenger had quickly agreed to take Venom out on the town.
"No promises," Venom smirked.
"Just breathe, go sit with Stevie and Tasha, eat your brain while I'm not here, and I'll close my eyes real tight while Vee gets his." Clint smiled before a frown quickly took over. "I can't throw up while he's in control, can I?"
"You know, there's a first time for everything." You sighed, pressing a kiss to Clint's cheek and then Venom's when he took over. "I'll see you soon, hon."
"You will," Venom promised, licking your cheek before he, and Clint, were gone.
"Don't think you're going to be staring out the window all night," Natasha said, causing you to look over your shoulder. "Because you picked out the movie and you won't be able to see it from there."
"Nat is right, doll. You need to sit." Steve said, jumping up and moving you towards the couch.
"We're, I'm not an invalid you know." You reminded the two as you settled between the two.
"We know."
"But stress isn't good for you, or the babies," Natasha said, resting her hand on your bump and her head on your shoulder.
"So for the next few hours, you're going to breathe, watch a movie with us, and enjoy your food," Steve added, grabbing your plate from the side table, with only a slight shudder.
"Clint will be fine, Med. He and Venom will look after each other."
"I hope so."
It was almost four hours later when Venom finally slipped back through the window, a smile on his face even as he reduced himself to a mere head on Clint's shoulder.
"I'm gonna kill the pair of you." You shook your head, struggling to sit upright. "What happened to two hours?"
"Sorry sweetheart, got a bit sidetracked there." Clint had the decency to look apologetic. "In my defence, you were right. The flying part is fun."
You let out a long sigh as you fondly shook your head.
"So what was it? Chickens or a bad guy tonight?"
"He had to make do with a few of my feathered friends." Clint joked. "But he'll survive another day."
"Did you at least have fun, bud?" You asked as your symbiote transferred back to you.
"Clint took me to a rave." Venom grinned as Clint groaned.
"What?"
"Barton,"
"That was supposed to be our secret dude." Clint shook his head. "Look before anyone freaks out it was a costume rave, everyone was really chill and thought Vee was just an elaborate costume."
"More like really high." Natasha glared at the archer.
"Clint, that was irresponsible and you know it," Steve started.
"Ooh is daddy mad? Are you going to put me across your lap?"
"Why are we having children again? There's two right here." You sighed, leaning back. "I need a nap."
"Bunsen burners down." You demanded, striding into the lab as you pulled your hair into a ponytail.
"Y/N, we're a bit busy," Bruce started even as Tony did as you said.
"Don't care. Burners down, pants off." You ordered, ripping your shirt off. "We're pregnant,"
"You're pregnant."
"We're horny."
"You're horny."
"And you two are going to fix it."
"That is true."
"Y/N,"
"Bruce we are six months pregnant with your children. We feel fat, we feel starving and we are horny." You said, narrowing your eyes at the man. "Is your experiment more important than your pregnant mate?"
"Of course not."
"Then take your pants off and join us and Tony on the couch before I start crying about how we can't just do it on the counter anymore." You demanded, grabbing Tony by the hand and dragging him to the couch.
"Yes, dear."
"Tony, why are you walking like that?" Clint snickered from his seat "Did you fall out of the elevator?"
"You're the only one who has ever done that, Clint," Thor spoke, patting Clint's shoulder.
"I'm pretty sure my pelvis is broken." Tony groaned, collapsing into a chair. "I need ice. Someone, please. Ice me."
"Your pelvis is not broken." You said, helping Bruce into his own chair.
"Thank you, love." Bruce sighed, weakly patting your hand. "But it all likely very well could be."
"Just what are you two up to in that lab?" Natasha tutted as she moved to the freezer.
"Might want to make that two orders of ice, Nat." You told her, sitting between the boys.
"Just science. Science stuff." Tony sighed, taking your hand in his. "Gotta test things to prove things, you know?"
"We had sex in the lab." Venom grinned as his head appeared on your shoulder. "A table broke."
"That, that tracks." Clint nodded, shooting a sympathetic look at the two scientists. "They got me in the training room a couple of days ago. Broke one of the balance beams."
"Movie room." Steve nodded. "Though I do want to talk logistics on the balance beam." He told Clint.
"I got them in the showers last night," Natasha smirked, dropping a bag of ice each on Bruce and Tony's laps.
"If we weren't already married, itsy bitsy." Tony sighed.
"Well the three of us thoroughly defiled the kitchen just this morning." Thor grinned.
"I knew that was jizz on the counter!"
"Hey!" You interrupted your partners with a couple snaps of your fingers. "You all got us pregnant you can all suffer the consequences. Consequences include high libido and extra high libido from the symbiote." You told the six.
"Not exactly a consequence." Tony chuckled before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
"Damn right."
"Get that out of here."
"You heard the symbiote. Can't come in here." You said from your spot on the floor.
"Vee, Coulson had this made for us. He's going to be upset if he doesn't see it in here." Natasha said, taking the onsie from Thor.
"Smells bad. Not going near spawns." Venom shook his head.
"What do you think of this, bud?" You held up the 'My godfather's the coolest' onesie from Rhodey.
"Smells good." Venom nodded, taking the outfit and putting it in one of the many overfilling drawers. "The colonel has good taste."
"Someone had to influence Tony."
"What if we have it washed? Would that appease you?" Natasha asked, holding up Coulson's gift.
"Maybe."
"I need help, please. Our hips are locking." You said, holding a hand up.
"Elsking, are you sure you are up to this today?" Thor asked as he helped you to your feet. "The twins are very close."
"That's why we have to do this." You reminded the God. "This will be the twin's room for a long time and they need to know their parents made this nest for them thinking only of their safety and comfort. Everything has to be just right."
"You take nesting far too literally." Natasha rolled her eyes as Thor pushed you to sit in a rocking chair. "The twins are hardly going to notice if the paint is chipping."
"Where?" Venom demanded, pulling you to your feet.
"Perhaps not the best joke, darling." Thor smiled at Natasha as he placed his hands on your shoulders. "My loves there is no chipped paint."
"Forgot who I was dealing with for a second." Natasha chuckled, patting the blonde on the arm. "The nest is fine. The twins will love it."
"I hope so." You sighed, still looking over each of the walls. "I just. I want them to know how loved they are. That we want them, even if they were a surprise."
"They will know. We will make them know each day they breathe." Thor swore, his large hand cupping your face.
"How about we go find a couple things of ours to add to here? Would that make the two of you happy?" Natasha asked.
"Yes."
"Very."
"Alright. Thor, keep them off the floor, please. I'll start raiding closets." Natasha said, kissing both you and the God before leaving the room.
"It is not just the twins you think of today, is it?" Thor asked softly, resting his hand on your cheek. "Carnage?"
"He wouldn't have been a baby, but he still would have been ours." You murmured, leaning into his hand.
"He would have been safe with us." Venom huffed.
"Safer than any other in the universe." Thor agreed, smiling at the symbiote. "Often I find myself wondering if I could have done more for Loki." He mentioned, the smile falling from his face.
"You love Loki. They know that." You assured your God.
"Aye, but if I had more care with my words, if I had been as mature as they, I wonder how our paths may have been altered." Thor nodded, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek.
"You may have never come to Earth." Venom pointed out. "We never would have met."
"My point. If we dwell on the past, on what we may have done, we will miss our future and may even sour our present." Thor spoke. "I wish more than anything Loki did not have to spend all those years feeling alone or unworthy, but we cannot change the past."
"We couldn't have fixed Carnage, we couldn't have saved him, we know that. And these babies are not him, but if the worse were to happen it would be our fault this time." You shook your head. "Nothing to do with psychopaths or failed symbiosis,"
"It would be us." Venom agreed. "We have to do the best from the beginning. We have to keep the spawn safe in our nest."
"And we will keep them safe," Thor promised. "Our children will be safe with us."
"I hope so."
"Now, you heard our widow, I am to keep you from the floor. How do you propose I achieve this?" Thor smiled, his hands sliding down to hold your substantial bump.
You let out a sound, a cross between a sigh and a groan, as your eyes rolled back in your head and your hands anchored themselves on Thor's shoulders.
"Take us to bed, feed us brains, and scroll through Pinterest with us?" You suggested and the God smiled.
"Of course, my loves."
"Don't forget the sprinkles."
"We're going to give birth today," Venom announced as the two of you stood in the doorway of the bathroom.
"What?"
"Oh shit! Get the emergency bag!"
"Doll, you need to be sitting down."
"Do you see what happens when we announce things like this?" You groaned at the symbiote. "Everyone calm down, our water hasn't broken yet." You held up your hands placatingly.
"Your water."
"Our water. If I'm pregnant then we're pregnant."
"We are pregnant. You are giving birth."
"You're not gonna just sit there silently watching. You're doing shit too."
"You're going to shit. Bruce told me."
"Do you two need a moment or can we take you two down to the med bay?" Natasha clicked her fingers, drawing your attention back to your confused and amused partners.
"I guess so. We've got everyone on standby just in case this turns into some Cuthulu shit?" You breathed heavily, holding onto your enlarged stomach.
"About twelve, doll," Steve said, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Clint, Tony, can you two grab the bags? Tash, you want to call ahead?"
"Already on it."
"Are we fully packed? Because I coulda swore the list wasn't all checked off."
"You got it, daddy."
"Clint!"
"Oh, I hate you! I hate you all!"
"You're real close, love."
"Why the fuck couldn't we just have a c-section?"
"That's my fault."
"It's all good, Vee, it's an alien thing. She knows."
"I don't know! I hate you all! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna die."
"Elskan, you will not die."
"Time to push, you two."
"Oh fuck!"
"Oh fuck!"
"They look like potatoes." You hummed, smiling as one of your daughters suckled at your breast.
"Don't say that. You're gonna give them a complex." Tony shook his head.
"They're an hour old. Give them another hour and they won't even remember I said that." Clint chuckled, trying to get the girl in his arms to burp.
"They most likely cannot understand a single thing we are saying," Bruce said, holding the baby in Clint's arms hand.
"They smell funny," Venom commented, tasting the air as if he were a snake.
"I wouldn't smell them too much big guy. You might smell something that's a bit more disgusting." Steve joked.
"Alright, I think this little girl is done." You announced as the girl in your arms popped off your boob.
"Ooo, gimmie." Natasha grinned, holding her hands out towards you.
"All yours, love." You smiled as Natasha began to murmur to the baby in Russian. "Vee, what are you doing?" You asked as the symbiote leaned closer to the baby.
"They smell strange."
"It's baby smell, Venom. All newborns have it." Thor explained, but the symbiote continued to sniff at the babies.
Venom's face gently rubbed against the newborn in Natasha's arms. The baby let out a snuffle as it shifted in Natasha's hold, leaning into Venom's touch before letting out a cry of discomfort.
"Don't worry sweetheart. Mama's got you." Natasha hummed, beginning to try to burp the baby.
With her sister crying, baby girl two wasn't far behind. Venom let out a whine at the loud noise, retreating back to your side.
"Scared of the babies, Vee?" Tony teased.
But before Venom could respond, the eight of you watched as the babies in Natasha and Clint's arms both seemingly flickered. Their still pink skin turned shades of purple and black disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
"They're like us," Venom announced with pride. "We have strong DNA!" He boasted.
"They sure are, bud." You smiled, wrapping your arm around the symbiote.
"What does the purple mean?" Bruce wondered.
"Besides being awesome!" Clint grinned, kissing the baby in his arms cheek.
"They're strong," Venom responded simply. "We have made strong children."
"Well, what do you expect? With God, supersoldier, and symbiote DNA, we're gonna have a hard time finding a daycare." You sighed, leaning back in the bed, watching your soulmates, your symbiote and your children with a smile firmly on your face.
This was your family.
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fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
- if you feel it watching don’t look for it just hurry on your way, but to be safe if you feel running for some reason would insult This One then don’t
- take only dead wood from forests, fallen berries and flowers are safe too, the living things are Not For You
- NEVER stomp on the mushrooms
- stay on the animal paths
- leave an offering in the woods to be left in peace during your walks
- the hills and fields may seem open and empty but They Never Are
- listening to the wind is fine but you should never reply to it, if you feel it shift it’s time to go
- if your dog won’t go near it neither should you
- if It’s in your room then shut your eyes or otherwise don’t acknowledge It, It will eventually lose interest
- ghosts can and will lie to you
- don’t give anything your full name
- if you feel weak, don’t rest - leave
- your shadow doesn’t always belong to you
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"Did you ever think about being a mother again after Ohio?" You asked, internally wincing as your mother froze.
"I didn't stop being a mother after we were separated, dorogoy," Melina said, turning towards you as she leaned against the sink. "I spent all my time keeping you girls safe from what Dreykov wanted to do to you all. And then when he was gone, it didn't feel right to fill that hole." She told you.
"Right." You said slowly, nodding in understanding.
"Besides, I had the pigs. I was busy enough. Why do you ask?" She asked, raising a brow.
"It doesn't matter. It's nothing." You shrugged, focusing on the mug in your hands.
"Don't lie to your mother. She can smell them like bloodhound." Alexi said, entering the kitchen with a bloody bag from the butchers.
"You know me so well." Melina smiled, patting Alexi on the cheek as she took the bag from him. "And yet you never remember the wine." She tsked, moving towards the fridge.
"Ah, not this time!" Alexi exclaimed, pulling a bottle of red wine from behind his back.
"If that was from your pants, I'm not drinking it." You were quick to say.
"Oh hush, is still good." Melina waved you off, kissing Alexi as she took the bottle. "Now, out with it. Why the baby talk? You're not pregnant. Is Peter pregnant?"
"Mama, Peter's a boy."
"I know that I can see, dorogoy, but we don't know all his spider powers, do we?"
"Oh my God, Mom, Peter is not pregnant!" You hid your face in your hands, wishing your sisters would hurry up and get here. "I only asked because the boys and I were talking about maybe adopting another." You admitted with a sigh.
"That's fantastic! Melina, we're going to be grandparents again!" Alexi exclaimed, rushing to pull you into his chest.
"Nothing's set in stone yet, Dad." You groaned as your lungs started to collapse.
"Why not? Malysh, Y/N." He whined.
"We're trying to work things out, Dad. We've still got to ask Peter, and work out logistically how it would work with work, and" You started to explain, only for Melina to wave you off.
"Oh, you think too much. You don't have to think about children. You have children. You have other children. It is life."
"You know we were all technically abducted from an orphanage, right?" You asked, raising a brow.
"The point is life happens, and sometimes you don't have time to think it through," Melina told you.
"Yes, life happens, roll with punches, all good. Now hurry up and decide your mother and I are getting old. We want to meet the new grandbaby. We want to see great-grandbabies. We want to see it all." Alexi said with a clap.
"Great-grandbaby? Is Peter pregnant?" Yelena exclaimed, entering the room with Natasha behind her.
"Someone kill me." You groaned, smacking your head against the table.
"This feels like an intervention." Tony sighed, slipping into a seat beside Bucky.
"You would know." You snorted, sipping your smoothie.
"In all fairness, the last one did work." Bucky pointed out, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist. "He hasn't had raw cookie dough in seven months."
"I miss it."
"Seriously, Tony?" Steve sighed, lifting your legs and placing them on his lap when he sat.
"Oh, lighten up, med." You said, offering the blonde your smoothie as FRIDAY announced Peter's arrival.
"Underoos, take a seat," Tony said, nodding to the bean bag you'd placed before the four of you.
"Okay, if this is about the putty arrows, it was entirely Clint's fault," Peter said, raising his hands innocently. "I told him not to do it. I told him it would piss off people, and he made me help. I am very susceptible to peer pressure,"
"Okay, I am going to stop you right there," Tony said, holding up a hand. "This isn't about the arrows, though we are gonna circle back to that later,"
"And talk about peer pressure," Steve added, causing Peter to groan.
"No more Rappin' with Cap. I've seen enough." Peter complained, collapsing onto the beanbag. "Okay, if it's not the arrows, what did I do wrong this time?"
"Why do you just assume you're in trouble?" You cocked your head.
"Because this feels like an intervention."
"What did I say?"
"Don't yell in my ear, Tones."
"You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love." You muttered to yourself, rubbing the space between your eyes as the two continued to argue.
"Getting back on topic," Steve said, causing Bucky and Tony to fall silent. "We just want to get your opinion on something, and we want you to be completely honest with us."
"Honest like we are about Mama's driving, or honest like we are Dad's cooking?"
"You're grounded."
"What's wrong with my cooking?"
"The driving one, kiddo." Bucky chuckled.
"We have been talking, the four of us, and we would like to expand this family. Our family." Steve explained, watching Peter's face carefully.
"You want to have a baby?" Peter gasped. "Wait, no. That doesn't make sense." He said after a second thought.
"Med, we're thinking of adopting." You told the teen.
"And, just for clarity, bud, it's not happening yet," Bucky spoke.
"Yeah, right now, we're just laying the groundwork, seeing what happens." Tony nodded. "And your opinion matters here, so be honest, you know,"
"I'd get to be a big brother?" Peter cut Tony off, looking between the four of you with glassy eyes.
"If that's what you want, of course, med." You nodded.
"I'm gonna be a big brother!" Peter screamed, launching from the beanbag and towards you and Steve. The teen wrapped his arms around both your necks, squeezing you both tightly before moving on to do the same to Tony and Bucky.
"I take it you're okay with this?" Bucky clarified as Tony fake choked.
"Yes!" Peter exclaimed, pulling away. "Are we thinking boy? Girl? Twins? Triplets? Oh! I could make them a suit." He gasped. "I love you guys! I'm really excited, but I gotta call Ned!" He said, blowing kisses before turning on his heel and rushing from the room.
"Well, I guess we have Pete's approval." You smiled, hearing the sound of his door slamming shut.
"See, there was nothing to worry about," Tony said, rising to a stand. "This calls for a celebratory drink, but since I'm sober, who wants coffee?"
"Nat, I need a drink." You huffed, falling face-first onto Natasha's couch.
"You need to get your feet off my couch," Natasha said, wacking your legs with a magazine. "Who raised you and Lena?"
"Murderers." You said, shfting to sit upright.
"Why are you moping? Why are you moping on my floor? I'm trying to watch my movie." Natasha sighed.
"Well, I can't mope in my room because Steve's doing some mindfulness meditation yoga bullshit that's making me question my marriage to him in there." You said, running your hand over your face. "And Tony's hiding in the lab, and Bucky took Pete to the Lego store, so you're all I've got."
"Alright. Alright." Natasha said, pausing her movie to turn to you. "What happened?"
"We got another rejection letter." You sighed, letting your head hit the back of the couch. "No one wants us to adopt."
"Well, that's bullshit. Why?" Natasha asked, moving towards her drinks cart.
"One wouldn't take us because of Tony's past, another for me and Buck's, a lot said no because we're poly, and there's a few that won't take us because we're avengers." You told your sister as she poured two drinks.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." She said, handing you your drink.
"To be fair a lot of people are dead because of me."
"Oh yes, terrorists and murderers. A lot of human traffickers on that list as well."
"Nat,"
"What have we talked about?" Natasha cut you off, taking your free hand. "C'mon, say it."
"For as much bad as we've done, we're trying to do the same good." You sighed, trying to believe your words meant something.
"Look, every reason they have listed is bullshit, and I'm surprised Tony's not suing to be honest," Natasha told you.
"Steve's handling the lawyers." You said before downing your drink. The burn a familiar and comforting feeling.
"It's probably for the best." Natasha hummed. "I don't get it. There weren't this many problems with Pete."
"We were his legal guardians. May made it very clear in her will." You shook your head. "According to the lawyers, it would have been a lot harder without that."
"Look, Y/N, you guys are great parents, which is surprising given how you all grew up,"
"Buck and Steve had stable childhoods."
"As stable as it could have been in the forties, sure." Natasha amended. "But you four are good parents. Peter loves you, and you are doing better than your best to keep him alive and in school. There are other adoption agencies, and any kid would be lucky to have the five of you."
"Thanks. I love you, Nat." You said, leaning over to hug your sister.
"Love you too," Natasha said, patting your back. "You want to get drunk and watch the rest of this with me?"
"God, yes."
"I'm ready to just call it a year." Bucky sighed, laying his head on your lap.
"It's March, med." You reminded the brunette as you tangled your fingers in his hair.
"It's been March for six years." He groaned.
"I know." You sighed. "You think either of them are going to come down for lunch?"
"Steve was still on the phone with the lawyers when I checked." Bucky shook his head. "He was starting on the risking our lives tangent so he'll be a while."
"Tony had three cars pulled apart when I went to check on him." You said, causing Bucky to roll his eyes.
"Married life. You feel the bliss yet?" Bucky asked, causing you to chuckle.
"Well, I think it's too late to leave ya, so I must love you lot."
"Mom? Pops?" Bucky pulled himself upright and the two of you turned to see Peter hovering in the doorway.
"Hey, bud. I thought you were out with Ned." Bucky said, gesturing for the teen to come in.
"I was, but it looks like he got what his sister had last week because he upchucked halfway through the movie," Peter said, settling onto the recliner beside the couch.
"Hm, lovely." You wrinkled your nose.
"Yeah, but at least it wasn't on my lap this time, like when we went to Coney Island. So, that's something." Peter shrugged as Bucky chuckled.
"Your Dad wasn't exactly thrilled to have you in the car after that one."
"Well, I'd let you into my car, but I wouldn't be thrilled." You told the teen.
"Your Ma doesn't like vomit." Bucky teased.
"No, I don't. And I'll thank you to keep that to yourself. I don't need terrorists finding that out and vomiting on me." You shuddered, poking Bucky's side before turning to Peter. "Well, since you're home, you want to have lunch with us?"
"Yeah, sure. Are Dad and Pa going to join us?" Peter wondered.
"I don't think so, bud," Bucky said after hesitating. Peter frowned at the words but didn't say anything.
"Pete, everything okay?"
"I wanted to ask, is everything okay?" Peter asked, causing you and Bucky to share a look.
"What do you mean, dorogoy?"
"It's just that it's been a while since we talked about you guys adopting, and nothing's happened, but you seem upset," Peter said, shifting uncomfortably.
"Come sit, kid," Bucky said, shifting and patting the space between the two of you. Your arm wrapped around his shoulders, and Peter relaxed into your side.
"There are just a few people who aren't exactly keen to let us adopt, but it's alright, it's just a couple of setbacks. We're working through it." Bucky explained, placing his hand on yours.
"I'm sorry." Peter frowned
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Pete. It's not your fault." You promised, squeezing the teen's shoulder.
"I know, but I know that you wanted this," Peter said, looking between you both. "I know you wanted a family."
"We have a family, and we love our family." You promised, kissing the side of his head. "Having another child was just an idea." You added, sharing a sad look with Bucky.
"Yeah, just a thought. But we're pretty happy with how things are right now." Bucky told the teen, pulling him into a side hug.
"You know what? I am going to get the boys. Family lunch, no excuses." You said, jumping to a stand and rushing from the room.
When you were safely in the elevator, and the doors closed behind you, you allowed yourself to curl in on yourself and let out a half-sob.
It was just an idea.
Life continued to move on. Six months later, you, Tony, Steve and Bucky came to an uneasy acceptance of the situation and, for the most part, put it behind you.
You had the Avengers, your family, Peter, and each other and that was all that mattered.
And unfortunately for you all, the world still needed your help.
"Spider-Man, I swear if you jump in front of another bullet, you are so grounded." Tony snapped over the coms. "I'm too young to have another heart attack."
"It's not my fault. I'm trying to neutralize like you asked me to. I didn't ask to be shot at." Peter snarked, causing laughter to be heard over the gunfire as Tony gasped.
"Sass back! Oh, you are so grounded!"
"If you two are done, I found an exposed vent. I'm going in." You interrupted the two.
"Exposed? That sounds risky, doll." Steve worried.
"Oh, it wasn't exposed before now, don't worry." You said, shimming into the hole you'd created.
"Oh yeah, because blowing a hole in the wall is real subtle." You could just hear Tony rolling his eyes.
"Unlike you, Tones, I don't blow holes in walls." You said, slowly crawling through the vent.
"Damn, Stark, what did you get up to in your playboy days?"
"Y/N, there's a heat signiture coming from your left." Bruce spoke, watching through FRIDAY and guiding people where he could.
"You see anything weird up there, all knowing one?" You asked, turning left.
"It's a small heat signiture if that counts." Bruce said as you came up to a grate. You kept just behind the vent for a moment, trying to hear if anyone was outside, but when you heard nothing, you ventured to peak through the mesh.
"There's a lot of blankets out there." You frowned, seeing nothing else in the sparse room.
"Maybe it's just a rat." Steve suggested as you watched a blanket move and something peek out.
"Oh shit." You swore, quickly pulling the vent free and jumping to the ground.
"What, you scared of a little rat, Y/N?" Clint teased as you knelt down.
"Shut the fuck up, Barton." You swore, staring unblinking at the bundle before you. "I'm gonna need medical and some help in here."
"Y/N, what happened?"
"On my way, Mama."
"Speak to us, Y/N."
"There's a baby here. A live one." You said as the baby before you started to cry.
"Live?"
"There's a lot that aren't." You said, reaching out to pull the baby into your arms and shield them from the sight. "Someone's gonna have to call Xavier. I think these were all mutant children." You said, brushing tears from the baby's blue skin.
"I'll handle it," Bruce assured you as you started to bounce the baby soothingly.
"It's okay, malen'kiy. You're safe. I have you." You hushed, fixing the blanket with one hand. "No one I don't know is coming through that door, okay? Anyone bad tries to touch you again, and I will shoot them." You promised.
"It's not what you say to a baby, Y/N."
The baby let out a snuffling sound as it reached a hand from the blanket and rested it on your collarbone.
And for the first time in so many years, you wereactually surprised at what happened next.
"Holy fuck."
"The files definitely indicate female at birth," Tony said, placing the manilla back on the table. "So we can stop calling her it."
"FRIDAY, did the files help turn up on any living family?" You asked as Bucky played got your nose with the baby in your hold.
"No boss spider." FRIDAY replied. "I found the death certificates for an Elijiah, Mila and Raven Darkholme as well as the burial plots for Elijiah and Mila."
"I'm going with they faked Raven's death certificate." Bucky commented.
"I have also concluded the same for the six other children found today." FRIDAY informed you all.
"I hate HYDRA." Peter shivered, looking down to Raven who had taken his thumb and was getting salivia all over it.
"Well the social worker said she can stay with us until they find a home to take her." Steve said, reentering the room. "She said it might take longer than normal."
"What? Why?"
"There's not a lot of orphanages for mutants, Pete." You said, smiling when the baby made her hair look like yours.
"Yeah, unsurprisingly she had space until I mentioned that part." Steve shook his head, sitting on the coffee table before you. "Doesn't Charles have space for her?"
"Wheels doesn't have a space for babies yet," Tony said, reaching out to take the baby from you. "You're holding her wrong."
"We'll have to order some supplies." You commented, laughing when Raven copied Tony's goatee.
"How are we supposed to know how much we need in supplies?" Bucky asked, looking to Steve, who frowned.
"Depends on how much the social worker was exaggerating." Steve scowled.
"So, she just goes into the system?" Peter asked, causing you all to turn to him. "Into a home where there's no one like her? Where she may not even get adopted?" He clenched his fists.
"Pete," Tony started, stepping closer.
"It's not fair, Dad." Peter shook his head.
"We know, dorogoy." You said, reaching out to take his hand. "That's why they want her to stay here until they can find her a home with other mutants. So she doesn't grow up alone."
"Why can't you take her?" Peter asked, causing the four of you to look between each other.
"We can't just claim a child, Peter." Steve shook his head. "She's not a lost pen."
"No, but you could adopt her. Like you did me."
"Pete,"
"She deserves a family who'll love her, and you've always made me feel loved."
"Aw, kiddo."
"And you know she wouldn't be alone in this family. We're all different kinds of different."
"Well, you do eat cereal on the ceiling."
"And I would be the best big brother. I'll teach her to love Star Wars, the perfect amount of butter to put on popcorn, and I'll teach her all the best ways to avoid FRIDAY for when she's a teenager."
"You know, you were doing real great until you got to that, right?"
"You took me in when I had no family left, and you gave me a family. Why can't we give that to her?" Peter asked, smiling when Raven let out a coo.
For a moment, you all stayed silent. Contemplating Peter's words before,
"You know I don't go to church much anymore, but ma would call this a blessing." Steve commented. "She would call her a little blessing." He nodded to the baby in Tony's arms.
"No matter where she goes, HYDRA will be after her." Bucky murmured, placing his hands under his chin. "We could keep her safe. Try to give her a childhood that they can't take from her."
"Buck." Tony gently handed Peter Raven as he sat beside Bucky, wrappping his arms around the super-soldier.
"Dad? What do you think?" Peter asked, adjusting his hold on Raven.
"I think she grows a better beard than you do, and you're almost seventeen." Tony was quick to quip.
"Dad,"
"Look, this is what we wanted, right? To give you a sibling? To expand our family? Why are we looking the gifthorse in the mouth?" Tony shook his head. "I say we take the chance. It may be our last one."
"Mama?" Peter turned to you.
"When I got out of the Red Room, I knew I could never have children after what they did to us. And I didn't think after all we've done, that I deserved any." You admitted, staring at the wall behind Peter's head, where a photo from your last beach trip hung proudly.
"Mama,"
"But you changed my mind." You said, looking to Peter with a smile. "You are my child, and I would burn the world down if you asked me to, and as soon as that little girl looked at me with those same trusting eyes, I knew I would do the same for her."
"Y/N?"
"Call the lawyers in the morning. They can start making arrangments." You smiled, reaching out to take Raven from Peter. "I guess this is welcome home, malen'kiy."
"Y/N!"
"Be quiet, Alexi!"
"Don't hit, Melina! Yelena, you see the abuse your mother heaps on me?"
"Please get him to lower everything." You sighed, looking to the bedroom door.
"Why? He's your father." Tony smirked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Your father-in-law. I didn't have a choice, you had a choice." You said, leaning into the hold.
"You love him."
"I love him, but if he wakes Raven, I will kill him." You promised, causing Tony to chuckle.
"Go, I got this." Tony said, kissing you before heading towards the sound of your other family.
It had been two months since that fateful day you had found Raven and your family had been completed. Surprisingly, everything had gone smoothly with the adoption.
Your heart hurt to think of the children like Raven who were struggling to find a home, so you, along with the Avengers were working with Charles Xaviers school to make this less of a reality.
And now you were free to watch your children together and only allow yourself to feel happiness.
Both your children lived in rooms down the hall from you, Peter a little further down because no mater how much you soundproofed his room, sometimes he could still hear the four of you.
And while you were happy that meant you'd always hear Raven cry, you worried that Pete would still have to to.
As you neared Raven's room, you heard a familiar sniffling but before you could enter the room intent on drying your daughters tears, you heard something that made your heart swell.
"It's alright." Peter cooed. "Dedushka is pretty loud, but he makes up for it with pretty great hugs. Babushuka's probably already warned him to be careful with you, so you don't have to worry about crushed ribs." You peaked around the doorway to see Peter holding Raven and making faces at her.
Raven let out a laugh as she attached her hands to Peter's face, taking on his hair and eye color.
"You know, I don't like loud things either, but we'll talk to Dad, and he'll be able to make something for you like he did for me." Peter said, bouncing back and forth. "Did you know our family are superheroes? Yeah! They save the world. They saved you and they saved me too in a way. And you know what, this family is never going to let anything happen to you.
We're really lucky, you and me. We got picked by the best family because no matter what we do, they're always gonna love us. And I meant it when I promised to be the best big brother. You are never going to hate me a day in your life, and I am always going to be here."
Peter finished his speech by pressing a kiss to Raven's hairline, causing her to flash him a big gummy smile.
"Should we tell Mama we know she's in the doorway?" Peter asked, turning to face you with a smirk. "You're slipping, Mama."
"Not a spy here." You shook your head. "Just a very happy mother." You smiled, walking over to embrace your children. "I love you, Pete."
"Love you too, mama."
"And I love you, malen'kiy, but I do have to make you suffer through your dedushka." You spoke to Raven in a high pitched tone.
"You love dedushka." Peter accused as the two of you made your way to the living room.
"I do, but it's fun to tease him."
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