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"Mhmm... there had been have been like seven One Rings you were helping destroy."

"Zander is very much sassy enough for his name," she laughed as she got comfortable. "Who knows, maybe when they're born we don't like any names and we'll be back to square one. I think you have like... a week to come up with a name before there's some weird amount of paperwork you have to do. I plan on being in recovery for that long so- baby will need a name before we leave the hospital." She thought for a moment and shook her head, but then at the last minute- "Strawberry milkshake from that place on the corner by the post office?"

“But him as Maximillion.” Jase chuckled before chef kissing his hand to be dramatic. “I’m sure they’ll be perfect and fit whatever name we give them but I really like Zoey.” He promised, before leaning over and kissing Eira’s forehead. “While you’re recovering I’ll be here tending the farm, feeding the dog.” He chuckled, “Strawberry milkshake, god I knew there was a reason I married you, milkshakes would be so good right now.”

"Maximillion Rogers... Mmm he sounds like he'd be too posh to grow up on a ranch... We'd have to get him some horses to suit the name," she laughed. She smiled at the kiss and wrapped her arms around a pillow. "But what if I wanna recover here because I'll miss you and the dog?" she pouted. The postpartum care plan was still a bit in the air, but it really all depended on how easy the birth was. She had plans A thru E figured out, and there was no point in stressing over which one to follow until they were in the moment. "I thought it was because we both got absolutely shit faced in Vegas and the alcohol just let us be truthful about how we felt about each other? Is that not right?" she teased with a smile. "Babe babe- strawberry milkshake, with chocolate sauce in it?"

“Only maximillion when he’s in trouble, plain ol Max for day to day.” Jase shrugged, his ex had turned him down straight away when he suggested it. “If you wanna come back here we can do that but I’ll need to clean up all the boxes, maybe set up a bed in the nursery so I can be there if anything happens.” He hummed, not at all bothered by the thought of having to be there for their child, he did it all for Zan. “I mean that’s one way of looking at it but I like to think it’s because I love you and everything you stand for.” He was a total suck up and he knew it. “Genius! I knew it before everyone else too!”

"You really love that name, hmm?" she said with a soft smile. "How about if it's a boy? We use that name." She held up her hand, pinkie finger extended, to show she meant what she said. She never broke pinkie promises. "I'm not due for a hot minute, Jase, we got time. But I did order these really cool like cushion beads. You can roll them up to make a chair, and roll them out to make a bed. They should be here in like a week, I think." She needed to start making lists of things she'd ordered and forgotten to tell him about. "Ahh okay I see, I try to be funny logical and you're being all sweet and logical. How dare you one up me, sir?" she laughed. "Then I think you should get going to collect our boy, the pizza, and the shakes, babe. I don't plan on moving, I'm like real comfortable right now."

"Zander is very much sassy enough for his name," she laughed as she got comfortable. "Who knows, maybe when they're born we don't like any names and we'll be back to square one. I think you have like... a week to come up with a name before there's some weird amount of paperwork you have to do. I plan on being in recovery for that long so- baby will need a name before we leave the hospital." She thought for a moment and shook her head, but then at the last minute- "Strawberry milkshake from that place on the corner by the post office?"

“But him as Maximillion.” Jase chuckled before chef kissing his hand to be dramatic. “I’m sure they’ll be perfect and fit whatever name we give them but I really like Zoey.” He promised, before leaning over and kissing Eira’s forehead. “While you’re recovering I’ll be here tending the farm, feeding the dog.” He chuckled, “Strawberry milkshake, god I knew there was a reason I married you, milkshakes would be so good right now.”

"Maximillion Rogers... Mmm he sounds like he'd be too posh to grow up on a ranch... We'd have to get him some horses to suit the name," she laughed. She smiled at the kiss and wrapped her arms around a pillow. "But what if I wanna recover here because I'll miss you and the dog?" she pouted. The postpartum care plan was still a bit in the air, but it really all depended on how easy the birth was. She had plans A thru E figured out, and there was no point in stressing over which one to follow until they were in the moment. "I thought it was because we both got absolutely shit faced in Vegas and the alcohol just let us be truthful about how we felt about each other? Is that not right?" she teased with a smile. "Babe babe- strawberry milkshake, with chocolate sauce in it?"

"Zander is very much sassy enough for his name," she laughed as she got comfortable. "Who knows, maybe when they're born we don't like any names and we'll be back to square one. I think you have like... a week to come up with a name before there's some weird amount of paperwork you have to do. I plan on being in recovery for that long so- baby will need a name before we leave the hospital." She thought for a moment and shook her head, but then at the last minute- "Strawberry milkshake from that place on the corner by the post office?"

"Well remind them from time to time. Their brain is still developing, they might need reminders." She smiled softly and settled onto the very comfortable couch. "Zoey Rogers... That really sounds so cute," she said, her smile getting bigger. "We should figure out middle names, too- but I agree. Zoey if it's a girl... and I also agree with pizza. I want to try their thin crust... with bell peppers. And pepperoni. Lots of pepperoni."

“I’ll bring it up on our next nightly chat.” Jase promised, grinning up at Eira almost exactly as Zander did when he promised to be better behaved for his mother. “Zoey and Zander… I see a theme here… Will the next kid be Zachary?” He teased a little before leaning over and picking up the local pizza place menu. “Pepperoni with lots of topping ok, I think we also need garlic everything and maybe the spicy supreme.” He hummed, looking over the menu before pulling out his phone. “Zan’s 30 mins out, I can go get the pizza when I get him.”

She smiled, seeing the similarity in the smiles, and brushed a hand through his hair as he looked over the menu. "I'm normally not a big fan of all same letter kids, but those names are also so different it'd be cute. Like... Daniel and a sister named Danielle??" She made a face and shook her head. "But I do like Zachary... if it's a boy, why don't we name them, that?" She rolled carefully onto her side to her more comfortable, and looked at the menu over his shoulder. "You had me at garlic, babe. Drive safe and get back soon as you can. We miss you already," she pouted.

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"Not hard to believe, no... Just difficult. Honestly I've felt like I've been running in circles for the last five years when it comes to my inventions. There's only so many things I can invent and redesign before it all just becomes... predictable. Against people like HYDRA, you cannot be predictable- and we now have under our guard their most prized asset." She looked at her companion, sincerity and determination on her face. "I made a promise to Steve years ago- when we find Bucky, we protect Bucky. He's... he's here, but he's still my charge. Even if I can't be of help to her... is it Majesty, or Grace if she's a Princess?" she suddenly asked, her tone going from serious to curious in a beat. "Anyway- anything I can do to help her in helping Bucky, I want in. Our goal is to get him as... safe for himself as he can be, so he can live a life. Someone outside of Wakanda has to know how to keep that new arm working... and know what to look for if someone's trying to make blackmarket knock-offs. I'm sure you're aware of how hard it is to track vibranium sales even amongst sneaky crooks, but when it shows up?? I've seen someone purchase a kilo of it for the price of a city block in Manhattan."

"It's what I was raised on for field training with him and Nat. I needed it for survival... Pretty sure it stunted my growth though, I feel like I got shorter from all the times they absolutely whooped my ass on the mats." She sipped the coffee Bobbi had brought her and hummed in appreciation. "So you need me to replace an antique that should be donated to the Smithsonian? Easy peasy, but if Fury comes after me looking for it, I'm not responsible for any damages." She was teasing; she knew she could outrun Fury... if he ran out of bullets. "Backup weapon I can do; I can also build in special filters that can detect poisons, microbes, fungus... I'm very, very close to coming up with a filter that works for detecting brain eating amoeba, but those don't survive coffee water temperatures anyways." She was rambling, her brain seeming to be working on three different threads of thought at once. "Poisons are the important one, though."

"... In two minutes?" Eira asked, eyes widening for a moment. "Not even Tony had one that fast, what the fuck... Pym probably made it. One of the few things Tony could never really... match tech wise, was the speed at which his tech worked. Pym just had a knack for it somehow- but don't tell Pym I said that. The last thing I need to hear his him gloating over a singular minor compliment to his technology." The unspoken distaste... dislike... feud... war?? between Stark and Pym over technology had never been lost on her, and she was nothing if not loyal. "After HYDRA I don't blame you lot one bit, but nothing makes me happier than thwarting their plans, no matter how tiny the mechanism. I'll need you to go over the coding, though, before I finalize it. Biochem- anything is not my forte and you know I trust your smarts in that field more than I do anyone else."

"Well remind them from time to time. Their brain is still developing, they might need reminders." She smiled softly and settled onto the very comfortable couch. "Zoey Rogers... That really sounds so cute," she said, her smile getting bigger. "We should figure out middle names, too- but I agree. Zoey if it's a girl... and I also agree with pizza. I want to try their thin crust... with bell peppers. And pepperoni. Lots of pepperoni."

"Oh thank god, I was worried you were bringing me more of Clint's," Eira said, taking the mug. "Tryin' to cut back on that shit. The older I get, the more it makes me feel like I can smell colors after four cups." She tested the temperature of the coffee before chugging about half of the mug down. "You want something that hold hot liquids safely in a lab? Shouldn't be too hard- but you're asking me. What do you really need?"

Bobbi laughed, shaking her head. "You're brave for drinking that concoction." Bobbi had one sip, once, and refused to trust Clint to make coffee for her ever again. She needed steady hands and after too much caffeine she didn't have steady hands anymore. "Well, we have like.... a 1980's maker down there that is probably Fury's original coffee maker when they built this place. I just need an upgrade. I mean, if it can house a backup weapon, I wouldn't complain. I'm asking you because then I know it'll be fast, and it'll be safe."

"It's what I was raised on for field training with him and Nat. I needed it for survival... Pretty sure it stunted my growth though, I feel like I got shorter from all the times they absolutely whooped my ass on the mats." She sipped the coffee Bobbi had brought her and hummed in appreciation. "So you need me to replace an antique that should be donated to the Smithsonian? Easy peasy, but if Fury comes after me looking for it, I'm not responsible for any damages." She was teasing; she knew she could outrun Fury... if he ran out of bullets. "Backup weapon I can do; I can also build in special filters that can detect poisons, microbes, fungus... I'm very, very close to coming up with a filter that works for detecting brain eating amoeba, but those don't survive coffee water temperatures anyways." She was rambling, her brain seeming to be working on three different threads of thought at once. "Poisons are the important one, though."