Once Wanda had parted from Natasha and Clint when baby Nikolas began to fuss, she went in search of Vision, only to remember that he had been called on to join the team for Steve's mission today. Of all of the days that she had known him, this was the only one that really mattered to her, and the conversation brewing in her mind was torturing her to keep inside. She had to calm it before it manifested into something that her powers would find, and she didn't want anyone to see just how out of character she was feeling. She stumbled into the library, hoping for the peace and quiet that she craved for just a few minutes to find her center.

"Hey, you okay?" Scott asked quietly from a chair at the back of the room. He was sitting in a corner darkened so that she might have missed him if he hadn't spoken up.

"Yes, I'm fine," she lied, taking a step back, "I didn't mean to disturb you, I'll go-"

"No, come on, I could use some company. Truth be told," he offered coyly, "I can't find the light switch."

"FRIDAY, lights please?" Wanda asked softly. When the room was illuminated just enough for him to see the smirk on her lips and the glimmer of humor building in her eyes, she quickly tried to hide them, but it only made her laugh aloud to see the poor guy awash in embarrassment.

"Fine, laugh it up," Scott relented. "I hear it more often than you'd think. I'm always forgetting details like that. Ask me how to break into this joint, and I've got no problem. Turning on the lights? Now that's a stumper." He held his smile for a few seconds, waiting to see if the conversation had come to an end, but as her own brightness began to dim right in front of him, he began to worry. "Seriously, Wanda, are you okay?"

"Do you enjoy being a father, Scott?"

"Huh, that sure came out of nowhere."

"I was having a discussion with Clint and Natasha and I guess I would just like to know your opinion too."

"Hold on, are you and Viz thinking about it?" Scott paused and brought his hand up to his chin, thoughtfully rubbing at the stubble that had grown out since just this morning. "Can he even do that? Does he make that...stuff?"

"Why does everyone have that curiosity?" Wanda huffed, waving him away and turning to leave, but before she could get more than a step away, he had her arm in his hand to hold her there, which she didn't fight. "There is more to this than just the physiology, Scott, which is likely the easiest part from what I've seen in raising a child."

"Yeah, I can tell that you've never given birth. Physiology is fairly terrifying at that point. Of course, my last run at being a part of that was on the floor of the living room with your boyfriend's head up (Y/N)'s skirt..."

The two of them sat silently, allowing the words to fade into silence, their eyes drawn to the floor at their feet as they considered them; Scott was replaying that night when your trio was born and he seemed to be the only one who knew what was happening, and Wanda was trying to imagine what it must have been like for Vision to experience that event with his own eyes. It was a strange sensation, jealousy, but she felt it and yearned to know what that part of life was like.

"No," she finally spoke again quietly with a crinkle of her nose in distaste, "he doesn't make that...stuff..."

"So, you'd need a donor?"

"If we were to decide on this, which I haven't brought up to Vision at all, then yes, I imagine that it would be the only way to make it work." Her hands joined together in front of her stomach, wringing with more energy as she let her mind wander, despite her promise that she would keep her emotions in check. Scott was looking at her like he was expecting more, but she didn't know what to say. Until she could speak to Vision, this was a dead topic. "Even if Vision were to agree, there would have to be a very thorough process of choosing someone, and that takes time. This isn't something that is to be taken lightly-"

"How about if I do it?"

~~~

"Vision, stay with the jet on back-up. Parker, you're with Anthony, I'll take Brooklyn, and (Y/N)'s with Grant," Steve commanded plainly, giving a curt nod to each pairing. He was still doing his best to wear his Captain persona and to keep some distance from the situation, but the look in Brooklyn's eyes nearly destroyed his façade. He pushed through the center of the group and to the jet door, slinging his shield onto his back in one quick motion and a glance over his shoulder to you. "Stay close to your partner. We get in, grab the hostages, and we go. Incapacitate, don't kill. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Grant nodded, answering for all three. He had seemed to take on the leadership role within their group, finding a small level of comfort in his father's footsteps. None of them knew what was facing them when they stepped off of the jet, but this is what they asked him for, so Grant steadied his hands and raised his chin with as much determination as he could muster as he stepped into the first mission that any of them had ever seen.

With only one foot on the grass, it started.

A blast hit the jet door from across the clearing where Steve had chosen to land, tearing away a large chunk of the fuselage. The massive piece of metal lifted into the air and was ready to drop on Peter, but Brooklyn managed to stop the inertia and set it gently next to him.

"Nice, B, thanks!"

Grant pushed his way in front of his sister, his eyes darting across the landscape to see where the attack was from, while you took a step back, studying their moves. Anthony followed Peter's lead forward and into the fight zone, and you couldn't help but feel a little pride at how calm he looked in contrast to your anxiety. It wasn't until you felt your head swim just slightly that you realized that the little cheater was connected to you and siphoning your mood.

"Anthony!" you hissed just loud enough for him to hear. "You're cheating! Get out of my head!"

"Sorry, ma'am," he jolted t attention, but held formality. You could see the shift in his demeanor as your influence washed away, and your mind came back to you clear enough to focus.

The rest of the group pushed forward, but you held cautiously back with Steve. You weren't so far back that you couldn't jump in and assist, but you weren't so close that any of them could depend on you to intervene. "Grant's really getting into this," you whispered to your husband, "he's got your drive to lead."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Steve grumbled, "I'm not ready for this."

Another blast came from the enemy line, this time striking a tree and splitting it into shards and splinters, the remains flying out over the group and knocking Brooklyn to the ground as she was struck, not fast enough to catch it this time. Your first instinct was to run to her and help, but Steve's firm hand held you back.

"Stand down, (Y/N). She'll get up and be more pissed than ever."

Sure enough, just as he predicted, your girl stood up and shook off the hit, a new anger building in her eyes that you could see even from this far away. But despite her renewed energy, for every push forward that the team made, the other side pushed them one step back. It was a frustrating dance that left them fighting a ticking clock, barely any closer to rescuing the prisoners than they were when they landed.

"Okay, this is crap," Grant finally broke, stepping out far ahead of the group, "stay behind me!"

"Yep, thought so," Steve mumbled, almost frustrated, grabbing his phone from his pocket to take down a few notes. His attention was pulled away, however, when a massive wall of flame built in front of the team, flushing out anyone who had tried to advance against them. Within only a matter of seconds, the flash was dimmed and the scene was visible again; the enemy was gone.

"Yeah!" the boy cheered. "That got 'em!"

"Grant!" Steve called out, shoving his phone back into his pocket and stomping angrily towards his son. "What did you do wrong?"

"What? I stopped them?"

"Right, but did you make sure that your entire team was behind you first? Did you make sure that your team was safe from what you were doing? Where were your mom and I?"

"I...I don't know...sir," the boy cowered.

"Exactly," Steve snapped, poking the boy in his chest with a firm stab of his finger, "you didn't know. You never go rogue like that, not when there are lives at stake. A team works together, they rely on each other, and they keep each other safe. This is why we plan so much before missions. This is why we plan right up until the minute we step foot out of that jet. Everyone knows their role, and yours was not to play the hero."

"I'm sorry, Da...Captain."

"Now," Steve sighed, equally upset with himself for having to be in this position, "apologize to your Uncle Sam. He'll probably never grow that eyebrow back."

"What?"

The three kids turned towards the enemy bunker, their mouths hanging agape and their eyes wide with shock as Sam, Bucky, Tony and Thor emerged; Sam was covering his singed off eyebrow as he approached, with a laughing Bucky close behind. Anthony turned to stare at you and Steve, aghast that it was all staged from the very beginning.

"Did you really think that I was going to put you guys in a real situation on your first time out? I wanted to make a point, not put you in any actual danger."

Tony stepped out of his suit, looking fully annoyed still, despite the success of the mission in that no one was seriously hurt as he had feared. "Are we done with this bullshit now?" he snapped, stepping up to the kids with a look that made them feel all of seven years old again, when he had caught them trying to sneak out to the Sanctum behind your back. "Have you seen enough? Did anyone piss themselves? Because you sure looked scared from where I was standing."

"Dad, come on," you tried, but he only threw a cold glare your way.

"No, (Y/N). Don't get me wrong, this was a fun family outing, but we're done, right?"

"Oh my god, Grandpa, just stay out of our business!" Anthony burst forth, finding a boldness enough to step up toe-to-toe with Tony. If your body hadn't been so frozen in shock, you might have tried to stop him, but it was already far too late. "You don't know everything, alright? You're the one who told Mom that everyone needed to be ready for whatever thing you think is going to happen, so now you should just keep your mouth shut when we actually do what you told us to do! We're out here doing this because of you, so stop being a hypocrite and stay out of our way so we can do it!"