(Y/b/n) = Your Baby Name

Clint

Your daughter was the definition of spoilt. She had all the clothes she could ever want, all the food she could ever need. But she was always missing Clint.

He was gone on a mission with Natasha and she had promised to keep him safe for you. You were placing your daughter down on her cot when the front door of the house opened with a small click.

You walked downstairs and saw your husband, looking battered and bruised before you. Running you threw yourself at him and he spun you around and laughed in joy.

"Where's (y/b/n)?" He asked and you kissed his cheek and tugged him upstairs, "in the nursery."

He walked into the room and straight over to your daughter, bow and arrows on his back and all.

"Hey, sweetie. Daddy's home now."

You thought you heard a small rustling come from inside the cot and you frowned and Clint slowly eased away from the cot.

"I woke her up..."

Tony

Tony Stark was the most cautious father you had ever seen in your life. He wouldn't let your son go anywhere near his lab in fear that he would get hurt in there. But what you did notice was that tony hardly ever ignored his son.

It was early in the morning and Tony was sleeping soundly next to you when a little cry erupted from the room. You were expecting this little cry for an hour now, it was his feeding time and you knew he would be hungry.

You gently padded over towards your son's cot and pulled him up. You placed the bottle against his lips and he opened to suck on the teet of the bottle.

You felt tony wrap his arms around your waist from behind you and he placed a chin on your shoulder. He kissed your neck softly and you ignored him and continued to feed (y/b/n).

"Why don't you go back to sleep, and I'll feed him?" Tony suggested and you pouted. You gave the bottle to tony and placed your son into his arms.

You placed a kiss on his lips and fell back into bed, snuggling into the plush blankets tony had.

Steve

Steve was the most protective person you had ever met and was especially protective towards your daughter. She had blonde hair and (y/e/c) which you found quite an interesting mix.

You worked in shield and 4 days after (y/b/n) was born you decided to talk her in to see Natasha and Clint. Maybe Steve. You entered the secret passageway of the shield base and walked towards the boardroom where you would most likely find Nick Fury, and he could give you direction on where to find them all.

You entered the room with a small cradle in your arms and instead of 2 avengers, you got the whole lot. You quietly entered the room and Nick looked up from his position at the table to grin at the bundle in the cradle.

"Hello, Agent Rogers." He greeted and the heads snapped towards you. Then the baby.

"Oh my god, give me a look," Natasha demanded and pushed Clint to the floor in order to get to (y/b/n). "Oh, she's adorable. The shirt!"

The shirt said 'my dad's captain America' and it was the cutest shirt pepper decided to get you to a baby shower.

"You did well capsicle." Tony spoke and grinned at Steve from across the table.

Steve was seated on the left-hand side of fury and gave you a small wink which you blushed at. He got to his feet and you took notice of his uniform, every feature and the way it defined his butt.

"Your dismissed, Avengers." Fury said and most of them rushed out the doors and stopped to admire your daughters face. You handed Steve the cradle which he carried with ease and ended up taking (y/b/n) out and holding her in the crook of his arm.

"She's beautiful (y/n), just like you."

Bucky

When you first met The Winter Soldier he was sent to assassinate you, but my my how things have changed. Your newly born son was listening intently to your boyfriend as he spoke to him in Russian.

Bucky hated the fact that his son had to grow up with a Dad that had a metal arm and hated the fact that one day they would know his past and what he had done. But currently, you didn't care

(Y/b/n) was sucking his thumb and laying his head in the crook of bucks neck as he talked and you admired this view from the doorway of the nursery.

"Hey." You greeted and Bucky's head rose to met your smiling eyes. He got to his feet and placed (y/b/n) in his cot and wrapped him up in the blankets like you had taught him to do.

"Nice work, Buck. You put him to sleep. Always knew you were boring." You joked and Bucky just laughed softly and drew you out of the room.

"Oh shut up." He mumbled and pressed his lips to yours.

Thor

When you gave birth in Asgard there wasn't such thing as painkillers. So a few days later you were definitely still feeling it and Thor was your daughters currently the main caregiver.

"Lady (y/n)," Thor whispered from beside you and you stirred away slowly and blinked at Thor and your beautiful daughter.

"Hi." You had a stupid grin on your face and he just smiled in that damn attractive way of his.

"I think she just wants some maternal love." He exclaimed and you grinned slowly, gently cradling your newborn and placing her against your chest. Your heartbeat caused her eyes to flutter shut and you slowly talked to her, because the babies are used to a mothers voice in the womb.

"Your a very good mother, (Y/n)" he kissed your temple and you smiled warmly at him.

Bruce

You decided to pay a visit to stark towers, aka where your husband Bruce banner worked. Pepper and Tony loved having you there because mostly you didn't ask questions and accepted their lifestyle. So today you were bringing a special guest. Your baby boy (y/b/n).

He was beautiful and mostly just slept. He loved his mummy but most importantly loved his daddy which always brought a smile to your face.

You had immediate access to the tower and most of the time you walked straight on up to peppers office, to say hello to her. But this time you were stopped by happy.

"Oh my, he looks just like Bruce." He exclaimed and you gave a small smile to him.

"Doesn't even look a bit like his mummy?" You teased and happy just grinned and pressed the elevator for you.

"Of course he does!" He answered and you stepped into the elevator, "see you, Happy."

You gave a small wave and gently cradled your small baby in your arms. He snored lightly and you gently rocked him, too keep him relaxed and soothed.

"Would you like to inform Mr Banner that you're here?" Jarvis asked and you shook your head with a small smile.

"No thanks Jarvis, we should surprise him."

You heard a strong voice from what you called 'party deck' and you saw Pepper Potts and Tony, arguing about something while she was laughing slightly.

She looked your way and gave a small shriek before racing over to greet your first born.

"Oh, he's beautiful!" She whispered and clasped her hands in joy, "I want one."

Tony gave a small laugh from behind her and came over to look at 'Banner Junior'

"Maybe, I guess you're here to see Bruce. He down in the lab." You gave thanks to tony and promised pepper she could hold him when you came back up from seeing your husband. You travelled in the elevator yet again and arrived on the floor of Bruce's lab.

You saw him tapping away at a glass screen with various blue diagrams you didn't understand. You opened the door with one hand and held your son with the other and Bruce looked up with confusion.

"Hey, baby." You greeted and a grin overtook his face. He walked over and placed his glasses on the table and gave you a small kiss, then took little (b/n) from your hands.

"Hey, buddy." He whispered and your son started to stir, "Oh no."

That what you thought as well but your son didn't make a sound as he woke up. He just stared loving at his parents and occasionally whacked you in the face or pulled Bruce's hair.

Pietro

It was the middle of the night and you were fast asleep, snuggled up into Pietro's side. You two were very close to each other. Close enough to have a daughter that wasn't even a week old in the room beside you, both of you were too scared to have her in the bed with you because you didn't want to roll over and squash her in your sleep.

A small cry echoed through the monitor and you groaned in your sleep. Why did (y/b/n) have to be awake? Please, child, go back to sleep.

"You think she's hungry?" Pietro mumbled sleepily and you murmured something intolerable back. He gave you a small chuckle and placed a small kiss on your temple.

"I'll be back, but if she's hungry. That's something I can't do." You smiled a little and he got out of bed lightning fast and rushed out of the room. You snuggled into the mountain of soft blankets and the door creaked open slowly and in came Pietro with your little bundle of joy in his arms.

"Hey beautiful," You whispered as he placed her in your small arms compared to his that was packed with muscle, "Are you hungry?"

She continued to cry and you did what you had to do. You didn't care that Pietro watched because he's obviously seen it all before, but it was quite a painful process.

Once your beautiful daughter was finished you brushed her light silver hair back from her eyes and you yawned slightly.

"You want me to take her?" Pietro asked from beside you and went to stand up, but sleepily stumbled on to your that was on the ground. You barely even fell because he was there. Holding you firmly in his arms and making sure that (y/b/n) was okay.

"I'll put her to sleep again." He whispered gently to you and gently took your darling from your arms. You quickly have your baby a kiss on the forehead and gave Pietro a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you so much." You told him and he just smiled and walked slowly out of the room.

"Not as much as I love you."

Loki

At the age of 6 days, your child was just as much of a nightmare as Loki. She was always crying and demanding attention when she was around you, but as soon as she saw Loki, sighs escaped her throat and she stopped crying.

Today was one of those days where you tried everything to calm her down up to gently brushing a tissue over her face, but none of it was working.

"Darling, I can sense your distress-"

And of course, she stopped crying. Does this child hate you or something? Little sighs escaped her throat and you untensed a little and playfully glared at Loki.

"I guess our little princess is a daddy's girl."