
Gifts and Packages
3rd Person's POV
Steve finds Natasha standing alone in the new Avengers facility Tony had put together.
"You want to keep staring at the wall, or do you want to go to work? I mean, it's a pretty interesting wall."
Nat chuckles, "I thought you and Tony were still gazing into each other's eyes. How do we look?"
Steve shrugs, "Well, we're not the '27 Yankees."
He hands Natasha a tablet.
She looks through and nods, "We've got some hitters."
"They're good. They're not a team."
"Let's beat 'em into shape."
They walk down a hall to two sliding doors. As they stand in front of them, the doors slide open revealing Rhodes in his War Machine suit, Sam in his Falcon suit, Wanda in a new suit, and Vision.
Steve stands tall, "Avengers...!"
He stops hearing footsteps behind him.
Sammie wobbles into the room and stands with her hands on her hips, "Assemble."
... A few months later ...
"My nephew will not be wearing that."
"Nephew? How many times do I have to tell you... it's a girl."
Sammie chuckles as she sits on the couch watching Natasha and Tony argue in front of her.
"Girl? Mmm yeah no sorry Nat but you're gonna be in for a real surprise."
Natasha rolls her eyes as she straightens out the pink onesie.
"Yeah we'll see Tony. What did you get her a baby iron man suit?"
Tony frowns, "I thought it was nice."
Sammie shakes her head rubbing her large belly, "You guys are too much."
The door slams making everyone glance over in confusion.
"I am back on Midgard!!! I have arrived with gifts."
Tony squints moving his sunglasses down before rolling his eyes, "We can all hear you point break."
Sammie shushes Tony before holding onto the chairs arm and stands.
Thor rushes over to the couch, "No no Lady Rogers you do not have to get up."
Sammie swats his hand with a smile, "What have I told you about calling me Lady Rogers, Thor? Just call me Sammie, or Sam, even Dylann... Tony still does."
Tony nods while looking at his tablet distracted, "And I will never quit calling you that Dyl."
Sammie smiles, "I'm sure. So Thor what'd you get?"
Thor holds up a golden rattle and shakes it. Just as he shakes it, classical music plays loudly from it.
"From Asgard! This was mine!"
"Aw Thor you didn't have to do that. Thanks so much."
"Of course I did! I would be careful if I were you though."
Sammie frowns as she slowly takes the rattle from him, "Why????"
"Well it's a magic rattle my mother cast a spell on it and whenever it senses danger... it may sort of shoot out deadly lasers."
Sammie and Natasha stare at Thor with wide eyes as Tony bursts out laughing.
"Alright that's it, that's definitely better than my baby suit."
...
"Really Steve?"
"What?"
Sammie giggles as she watches Steve try to juggle large boxes in his hands while he walks down the hallway.
"I can carry a box... it's not going to hurt me."
"I don't want you to strain yourself."
Sammie shakes her head and crosses her arms as she leans against the wall and watches him struggle to make his way to the bedroom.
A box falls off the top of the pile making Steve groan. Sammie raises an eyebrow as he looks between her and the box on the ground.
"Oh now you want my help?"
Steve rolls his eyes, "Just get it please."
"Mhmm."
Sammie bends down to pick up the box but instantly freezes and lets out a yelp.
"Sammie!"
Steve drops all the boxes quickly before running over to her bent over body.
"Are you okay?"
Sammie stands straight up with a smile, "I'm fine. I was just kidding."
She hands him the box as he looks at her with wide eyes, "You're insane."
Ignoring him she laughs and walks down the hall, but then freezes once more as she feels something wet slide down her legs.
"Uh Steve?"
Steve chuckles shaking his head as he picks up the boxes he dropped, "Nice try but I'm not falling for it doll."
Sammie frowns as she feels a contraction, "Steve I'm not kidding this time."
"Yeah sure..."
Steve pauses as he hears a large splash sound behind him. He turns to see Sammie holding her belly while looking down at the now wet floor.
"Oh you really weren't kidding."
"You think!"
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