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Summary: It's you, Steve, and Bucky against another team. The best case is everyone walks away unscathed, but will that be the result?
Warnings: none
A/N: This was written a while ago for Flash Fiction Friday.
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"Best case scenario?" you asked your two companions.
Steve glanced over the boxes you three hid behind, forever assessing. His lips formed into a thin line. No doubt he was clocking the enemy's positions throughout the room. At last, he finally said, "If we're really lucky, we'll all get out of this unscathed. If not, then one of us will need to sacrifice ourselves for the others."
"You better not, Rogers," you quipped right back. "You and I are going to hold them off until Buck here can find the best vantage to take out the others. We're all getting out of this together. Understand me?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Both Bucky and Steve shot you grins. They knew better than to argue with you when you got like this.
"We have how many left to knock out?"
Glancing over the same blockade as Steve had, you noted at least two figures poke their heads up over another similar set of boxes. In the opposite corner, you thought you could make out at least one more.
"Five," Bucky murmured into your ear. "Three should be easy enough. It's the last two I'd be most concerned with. Their training and marksmanship are up there."
"But you're better, right?" you asked, shooting him a cheeky grin.
He matched it, nodding. "Yeah, I'm pretty good."
An alarm blared overhead, ending your mini planning session.
While Bucky slinked away as only an ex-assassin/sharpshooter could, you and Steve jumped to your feet to provide cover.
A quick blast had one of your opponents from the first corner groan in defeat. You could make out their pained, "Ah, man, I didn't even get a shot off," before you switched your focus to the other corner. Your shots missed their targets, but you weren't worried yet.
Steve, forever at your side, managed to hit one of them. His own cheeky grin coming out as you both heard a few choice words being flung back at him.
The battle continued on over the next few minutes.
You and Steve both managed to hit another target together, leaving you with the final two threats. The very threats that had both of you even more on guard than before.
One such threat had managed to sneak their way to your current position without either you or Steve noticing. When you finally noticed them, you realized you wouldn't have enough time to defend yourself before they hit their target: you.
Except it wasn't you that lit up a moment later.
It was Steve.
He'd taken the hit for you. His broad shoulders and back gave you enough cover to keep yourself unscathed. His arms had wrapped around you, keeping you safe even as his vest blared his demise.
"Steven," you hissed at him, "I thought I told you nobody was sacrificing themselves today."
"You did," he agreed though he didn't look the least bit repentant. Instead he leaned into your space and murmured, "Avenge me, angel."
Not wasting another moment, you bent around him and shot the infamous Black Widow where she stood. Her vest lit up and blared its siren. Neither stopped her famous smirk from slipping across her features. It wasn't like she didn't know what was coming after Steve's noble and successful effort to keep you alive for a bit longer.
A noise high above and behind you pulled your attention.
In the rafters, you caught sight of your last enemy. Clint Barton. His laser gun pointed directly at you with a cocky grin sliding into place.
Before he could shout his famous line, his vest, too, blared to life: sounds and colors alike.
With that, your team had won.
Again.
"Man, we're so switching up next time. These three together always win," Sam groused as he came out. "Even when Steve sacrifices himself, which is every time, they win. It's simply not fair."
"Well, you should tell Tony to stop making up the teams then. He's the one that keeps putting us together," you retorted even as you brought your knuckles up to bump Sam's. For all his complaining, he was never not a good sport about the whole thing. "It's not our fault we're just so good together."
"Yeah, yeah, you three owe us lunch," Clint said from the rafters, content in his perch for the time being. "Oh, and Barnes, you're mine next time. Where were you hiding anyway?"
"We'll see about that, Barton. I never reveal my secrets," Bucky said, having sidled up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips brushed against your crown. "Good game, doll. You were magnificent avenging our Stevie."
"He keeps messing up my best case scenario, but I love him too much not to avenge him," you murmured, your gaze going to Steve with a mock glare in place. He had the nerve to shoot you a cheekier grin than before. The punk. "One day, I'm going to succeed in all of us making it out of here alive."
"Ugh, they're being sickeningly sweet again. I'm outta here," Sam practically shouted even as he shot you a wink. "You three are nauseating, you know that?"
"We do," Steve said while you added, "and we don't care."
No matter how these games turned out, you knew that you were already living your best case scenario. You had two loving boyfriends and a found family of friends who'd always have your back. Even when they lost to your trio every time in a game of laser tag.
just imagine!, Peter Shuri and Harley being a trio, like, Harley is Peter's embarrassing brother who is always embarrassed Peter, Shuri the best friend with revolutionary but also crazy ideas who things can suddenly explode just for fun, and Peter the poor guy who has to calm these two down so they don't destroy the public's view of the Avengers during group trips or interviews
like, once everyone had to go to another state to solve government problems about superheroes, do interviews and negotiate with politicians, Shuri, Harley, and Peter were brought into this because Harley and Peter were on vacation and the Avengers needed their "Emotional Support Teens" to deal with all the bullshit of negotiations and contracts
Harley and Shuri were out there almost destroying Tony and T'Challa's careers by being crazy and Peter is doing everything he can to stop that from happening, like, Shuri is Black Panther's sister AND Princess of Wakanda and Harley and Peter are Tony's adopted children, they have to keep a image!
they go out to shopping malls, coffee shops, squares, cinemas, etc. while they wait for adults to finish their problems, Harley and Shuri arguing over stupid things or doing experiments outdoors while Peter tries to stop them from killing anyone with their crazy inventions
and the Avengers literally take these kids EVERY IMPORTANT PLACE THEY GO, meetings, councils, interviews, they literally rent out an entire floor of the hotel they are staying at so they can be with their favorite kids
when everyone is in the tower, things are even crazier, Shuri Harley and Peter are doing experiments in the labs while the adults are having fun training, making food and playing games and at the end of the day everyone gathers in the living room to have fun together
none of the Avengers know how we managed to survive without their favorite teenagers in their lives before, literally the phrase "I didn't know how much I needed this until I had this"
sometimes Peter can't attend meetings or gatherings because his school is much stricter than Harley's (Harley goes to a simple normal school because he prefers it that way) and because, well- PETER IS SPIDER-MAN
and everyone always feels like there's something missing, everyone loves so much it's amazing
"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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besides the disrespect towards sam and his position as captain america, another thing that is bothering me about this new avengers bullshit is that i really don't get WHY people are so excited about this, especially if you are an avengers fan.
to me, if you are truly an avengers fan, you shouldn't be supporting those people using the team's name. you can't call yourself an avengers fan and call sam petty or childish or a bully (?) for wanting to protect the name and the legacy of HIS team. for wanting to protect the legacy of his two late best friends, who led that team for years. for wanting to protect everything that avengers really (or should) represent.
i don't care about the thunderbolts. if it was up to me, half of them could die and they surely wouldn't be missed here. if they want to help save the world or whatever now, that's their business. go for it. like i said, I don't give a fuck. i don't care if this is the result of a PR stunt pulled by that valentina bitch. using the avengers' name and expect no complaints about it, it's not just >insane< but pretentious as fuck!!!!!
who the hell they think they are is the real question here. i don't give a shit if they have the "government's support" (to me, this fact alone just proves why they shouldn't be calling themselves the new avengers - and apparently they don't know anything about the previous team either. yelena saying "but we were chosen by the government" ??????? girl, you talk about your sister's legacy, but your same sister was on the run for 2 years because she was a criminal under this same government's eyes. (the same goes to you, bucky!!!!!) you two actually met when she was hiding (in the black widow movie???)
so, i will ask again: who they think they are?
(from what is shown in the post-credits scene, they're suffering backlash from the public and i think it's pretty appropriate. a totally expected and normal reaction to have, at least to me. it's the only believable thing about all this shit)
anyway, this excitement is really bothering me and marvel is (obviously) endorsing it. but i guess that for people who not too long ago are extremely mad about the possibility of sam (or carol, for that matter) being the new leader of the avengers team, those stupid newbies showing up and calling themselves the new avengers is pretty convenient, isn't it?
call me petty, call me childish, whatever. but as a sam wilson's fan and an avengers fan, i think i have the right to be mad about how this whole thing is being handled, just as you have the right to be satisfied with it.
and honestly, to whoever wrote and approved that awesome idea, fuck you.
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Day/Prompt(s): day 8 - kissing under the Christmas lights
Fandom/Character(s)/Ship: marvel (avengers team)
Warnings (if applicable): none
Word Count: 425
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Steve grins as he moves the mistletoe from the top of the front door to the hallway.
He’s sure to catch Clint and Natasha.
He’s confident now, smiling to himself as he adjusts the placement.
He waits until he hears foot steps, and the familiar chatter of the two spies and steps out.
Instead, Pepper and Tony stand in front of him, and he looks at them stunned.
“Oh, uh… sorry,” he starts.
He looks up prompting Pepper to do the same.
She laughs and kisses Tony, and looks at Steve.
“We weren’t who you were expecting, were we?”
He feels his face go red.
“No.”
Tony frowns.
“Who? Oh my god, were you trying to make the assassins kiss?”
Steve looks down, feeling his face go even redder.
“No?”
“Yes,” goads Tony.
“Why?” grins Pepper.
“I know they said they’re not together, but we all see it, they’re so good for each other and they’re like.. You know, meant to be? Even Maria said so.”
“She also said to let it go,” reminds Pepper.
“I know, but maybe just something small and spontaneous is what they need? You know to get them together?”
“Steve,” she warns, “maybe you don’t know everything?”
He nods, chastised.
“I’ve orders four more,” announces Tony.
“Sorry I wasn’t listening. But I like your idea, they’ve both looked so miserable lately. I think maybe some kissing is exactly what they need.”
Pepper takes a step back.
“I’m not a part of this,” she tells them, looking from one to the other.
Tony looks hopeful.
Steve still looks embarrassed at being caught out, and now, with a partner in crime, he can’t feign ignorance.
“Natasha’s going to kill you both.”
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Clint groans and sends a text with a sigh.
“Hallway, and over the fridge.”
The message back is almost immediate.
“How obvious is it if it starts going missing? I can’t kiss Bruce on the cheek again.”
He smiles and takes a step forward.
“Either can I.”
He knows it makes her laugh because he hears her in the dining room, where the biggest Christmas tree he’s ever had the privilege of having in the house he’s living in, lives.
“Nat, maybe we just tell them.”
She looks at him aghast,
“It’s not their business, plus, I like that they think they’re being sneaky. It’s hilarious.”
“Fine.”
She looks above them, the string of lights bright, and on an impulse, pulls Clint in for a kiss.
