#halkeye

From the moment you were born, you were showered in love

You lived in Stark Tower until they moved to the new facility

Obviously, you excelled in electrical engineering and got straight A’s

You got your mothers red-ish coloured hair 

You got your father’s sarcastic nature and the tendency to stay up late

Rhodes was your godfather

You grew up with the avengers

Since you were a baby, he tried at all costs to protect you from the media

As a teen, you often hung out with Nat and Clint

You were the biggest ‘Pepperony’ shipper in the tower

You wanted to be a normal kid, so you went to public school

(but you may have skipped a few grades *wink wink*)

You became good friends with Peter Parker before Tony recruited him

“If he tries anything, I swear I’ll-” “Dad, stop it’s fine”

He does background searches on all your friends

Your mum would tell him to take it easy

Your middle name is Maria, after Tony’s mum

Happy tolerates you

You hated your whole ‘family’ fighting in Civil War

You couldn’t pick a side

You texted Wanda and Nat frequently after CACW

You convinced Tony to keep the phone from Steve

You were taking a walk with your parents when Infinity War happened

He got that Squidward reference from watching too many Spongebob episodes with you

You were a small but happy family

Words: 989

Warning: Angst, talk about miscarriage, love, stress.

Summary: Your journey with Bruce while you’re pregnant.

Master List

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You’d just recovered from your illness, Bruce fussed you and dropped all his other work. “You don’t have to get up, it can take another week after the virus has been killed for you too fully recover, I’ll write you a sick note...” He’s forcing you to live in his room, even moved your cat into Stark tower. The ginger tom was at your feet purring in content bliss, Bruce wasn’t a fan of cats, but he never complained about yours, he just let it happily cover his clothes in hair, bring hairballs up in his shoes and destroy his documents. “Bruce, I’m just making coffee for the team, that’s my job, it won’t kill me, Tony is letting me use a chair...” He nods “I’ll be back in a minute...” He walked out, then five minutes later walked in with Tony.

“See, she’s still not recovered...” You where sat crying, you’d been trying to put your jeans on for nearly ten minutes, you were so tired, your body ached. Tony wasn’t convinced “she works with fresh food and drinks, she could still have the virus, can you imagine if she passed it to the team, to you...” That thought made Tony cringe, he hated been ill, he’d seen you be suffering, vomiting, temperature, fits then the sweating. “She can have as much time as she needs...” He left allowing Bruce to comfort you, “you can’t keep letting me have time off..” You know he’s doing it coz he loves you. He gave what can only be called a firm but loving glare. “You’re two months pregnant, you’ve had flu, you’re most at risk of losing the child...” Sometimes you loved his honestly, right now wasn’t that time.

He sat as you cried, the first two months were really tuff, hormones, vomiting. It all made you hurt, he understood, that was his job, he’s a biologist. His large hands touched your stomach, “you’re gonna start showing soon, I can’t wait, I can’t wait for tiny feet and sleepless nights...” He leant down, his head kissing your stomach. “I don’t know, I’m gonna need a bigger flat, and I’ll need a better wage...” Laying back on the bed, you can’t believe this happened, three years you’d dated him. You were happy, you’d felt ready for a kid, but now it was making you question everything. Kissing your cheek as he pulled his glasses on, going back to the desk in the room. “Bruce...” Getting up, looking over his shoulders “I’m hungry...” House arrest was probably still in play, he smiled “okay...”

Twenty minutes you waited, chewing your lip, finally, he walked in. “Chocolate spread on toast with bananas...” Oh yes, you have to have fruit with every meal. When you protested he started to find ways to get it into your system, he’d learnt how to coat everything in Chocolate, your current favourite was raisin and oats, he’d found chocolate bars that you could eat and get some sort of healthy substance into you. “Vitamin tablets...” Pointing to the side board, another thing, multivitamin chews, before breakfast. He did it because he loved you, you know that, but it drives you crazy.

Finally, you ate, smiling as he watched you. Finally, he went back to work, scribbling numbers and drawing diagrams. Nat knocked and entered “Y/N, Tony is been a bother, come to sit with me...” You didn’t give Bruce a chance to answer before you darted out the door. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you trapped in there, Clint said you were on house arrest..” She put the tv on and smiled relaxing. “Everything okay after the flu?” She didn’t have to glance at your stomach to know, you told her before you told Bruce, she’s your best-friend. “Yeah, Bruce did practically daily ultrasounds, hooked the machine up to the tv and we sat watching them move...” Smiling, Bruce was cute. Nat smiles, “Bruce is adorable, you make him so happy..” It was no secret that she was mad for Bruce.

You had three hours of freedom until Bruce wondered in “Y/N, when was the last time you checked your temperature?” Sighing and pouting “Bruce I’m watching a movie...” Handing you the thermometer, until you took your temp he didn’t leave.

*7 Months Later*

Tony had agreed you could raise your kid in the tower, you looked the size of a whale, Tony reminded you daily. Waddling down a corridor, Tony threw himself into a wall, he began to yell “save the civilians!” If he was anyone else, you’d have slapped him and beaten him, but no, you two had grown close since Bruce announced the pregnancy. That’s when the pain struck, you’d been feeling terrible all morning. Suddenly your gripped Tony’s arm, “get Bruce...” he frowned “baby!” You suddenly yelped water running down your legs. Tony ran off, he left you leant against the wall, Bruce ran towards you, “stay very calm, stress causes the baby stress!” Gripping his arm, “Bruce! Shut up!” An ambulance was called, you threatened to rip Bruce’s dick off multiple times.