Vision wasn't one to be stunned. He wasn't one to really feel surprise, but there wasn't an emotion that he could identify as any better than that for the sensations that were ravaging his inner self. He was shocked to his core, and his next words had to be measured very, meticulously and cautiously. The words that he was about to choose could either maintain calm in this situation, or they could create an explosive reaction, but one thing was certain; his words were the only thing that would carry him into the next moment.

"Wanda," he began slowly, holding her gaze, "I don't know what to say."

"I know that this is something of a shock-"

"I am at an utter loss for words."

"I'm sorry," she tried again, "I should have given better warning-"

"My thoughts are quite uncertain."

"Viz, it was just a question."

"But the question that you asked was not a small one," he continued almost sternly, "and my answer cannot be spoken without a clear and concise thought process to bring me to the most logical decision."

"I said that you can take as much time as you wanted," she reminded him. Wanda had already regretted this discussion, now that she had stunned him into a stupor, which was a major feat where an android was concerned. She didn't think it was even possible to do so, but she took no pleasure in her accomplishment. "We can discuss this at another time."

"No, we will discuss this now, as I will be unable to function properly with this altered mental state that I find myself in."

"If it helps, I make really cute kids," Scott interjected with a sloppy grin, feeling very proud of his point.

"Scott! Not now," Wanda groaned. She dropped her head into her hands heavily, wishing that she was anywhere but here. "Viz, just forget that I ever said anything. I can see now that this was just an idea that I took too far. I do that sometimes. Please, let's forget that it was ever discussed." She stood to leave the room, with Scott standing to join her, but Vision stood as well, unexpectedly taking her arm and turning her to face him.

"Is this what you want?"

"Viz, it's okay."

"Is this what you want with me? Wanda, you know that the life you ask of me is one that I cannot provide."

"Dude, you can provide all of it but this," Scott joined in again, "don't sell yourself short. I've seen you with the kids that have been through here, and you've picked up a lot. You guys could totally do this."

Vision paused and considered what Scott was saying, looking to Wanda, who was now wearing a very hopeful expression and a smile that Vision had a hard time turning down for anything. What she was asking him to do was a question that he never would have expected from her. It was true, what Scott said; he had picked up quite a bit about raising children from those who had been born there, and he would never dream to lie and say that he hadn't enjoyed them. But to have one that would be called his own was a concept that he never considered as a possibility. "Scott...you would be amenable to providing us with your-"

"Yes. I'll provide," Scott answered quickly, "but after that, it's all you, my friend."

"The insemination of a human female is a very intimate experience-"

"Vision!" both Wanda and Scott gasped, stopping him before he could say any more. Scott slapped the android on his arm, feeling a painful sting in his hand from the connection but not balking at it because he was far too shocked to react. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop using that word?! Seriously, I shouldn't have to tell you at all! No one should ever use it as much as you do!"

~~~

At the other end of the compound from where that inappropriate conversation was happening, one that you had actually been expecting for a while now was happening with you, Sam, and Bucky in the living room. They had finally worked up the nerve to approach you about wedding planning, having wanted to wait until things settled with the kids; since that looked like it wasn't about to be a quick fix, they decided to make their move before they had completely chickened out.

"Okay, so when were you planning on doing this?"

"Couple of months from now?" Bucky shrugged as Sam nodded in agreement.

"Do you seriously not have a date picked out?"

"Do we need one?"

"If you want everyone to show up at the same time, it's kind of important, Buck." You leaned back into the couch, letting the overfilled cushions take your weight to feel relaxed for the first time in days with everything that had been going on. You flipped through the messy notebook that Sam had given you, filled with scribbled notes that you could barely read and torn out pictures of one tux and a pair of shoes. It wasn't much to go on, but you really didn't expect that they would have had much more done than this; it was Sam and Bucky, after all, and you couldn't let your poor, inept friends suffer any longer. "Alright, I'll do it."

"Yes!" Sam clapped eagerly, landing a firm slap on Bucky's shoulder.

"On one condition."

"Name it," Bucky answered, just as eagerly.

"That you never, ever, ask me to have a baby for you. I mean it," you pointed at both of them sharply, holding your best stern expression; ironically it was quite motherly. "Not so much as a twinkle in your eye at the thought of asking me. Find another uterus."

~~~

Steve had only a very short amount of time to make his plan work. You were talking to Sam and Bucky about the wedding, and he had asked them to keep you there as long as they could, but there were no guarantees that he would get back home to the compound before you had finished, and he hadn't been smart enough to put together the back-up plan. And then there was this damn traffic that wouldn't let him pass, even in the sleek car that Tony had let him borrow, he couldn't weave around the roadblock that they were creating in front of him. He had only a small amount of time to get to Brooklyn and back, and now he was wondering if he could actually just run there faster. With a shake of his head at the thought, Steve abandoned the idea of leaving Tony's car in the middle of Manhattan when the even busier sidewalks told him that running wasn't likely to work any better.

With the new problem that had come up with the kids, the stress between you and Steve had been bad; you had been through worse, sure, but anything with the three of them hit you harder than other problems that came your way. After you had Nikolas for Clint and Nat, Steve had wanted to plan a vacation for the two of you again, since you hadn't been away and alone together in far too long. But then these strange situations began, and now time away was the last thing on anyone's mind. He had no idea when the two of you might be able to have that vacation, so in the meantime the best he could do was to create fun where he could.

Even though it was his own house that he was finally pulling the car up next to, he felt like a visitor there, maybe because Clint and Nat were calling it their home for now, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was being gone from it for so long, and it made him take note of the nostalgic feeling as he walked up to the door; he wanted to talk to you about coming back when this was all over. He wanted to find that normal life that you had enjoyed here for that very short year. Despite it being his home, when he stopped at the front door, trying to not peek into the small window that he was the perfect height to see through, he still knocked and waited for the okay to enter.

"Hey, Cap," Clint smiled, opening the door readily, "come on in. Act like you live here."

"That's hilarious."

"Thank you, but I know."

"Did you get my message?"

Clint nodded and let out a quiet laugh, closing the door gently so that he didn't wake up his sleeping son in the room directly above where they stood. "Yeah, and I almost didn't believe it until I saw it for myself. You never knew about this? It's been years and she kept that to herself this whole time?"

"Yep," Steve answered, "but those days are over, my friend. The only thing is now that the secret is out, Wade's gonna be pissed at me for taking his advantage away."

"I have a feeling that when she sees this, it's going to be worth it, my friend."

"So, where did you find it?"

"In the shed out back," Clint tilted his head towards the rear of the house, "in a box of her stuff, kinda buried. Here, I packed it up for you." He hurried off to the mud room by the back door, shuffling around and collecting what Steve came for, returning just as quickly with a large bag in his hands that he carried as if the contents were as fragile as his boy. "Alright, it's all yours. Wish I could be there to see the look on her face, though. Have FRIDAY send me a pic."

"Will do. Thanks, Barton." After that, Steve spent only a few very short minutes catching up with Clint and Nat before leaving, feeling the urgency to go so that he could get into the building before you had a chance to notice that he had ever been gone. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter with each corner turned and as every mile passed, growing clammy and sore under the pressure he was putting on them. It wouldn't have been the end of the world if he didn't make it there as he had planned, but it certainly wouldn't be nearly as much fun to catch your reaction.

He pulled the car into the garage, grabbed the bag and ran into the stairwell, taking multiple steps at a time up to your floor. He peeked out from the door before emerging, listening carefully to be sure that he wouldn't be seen. Once he was certain that the hallway was clear, Steve ran into your room and felt immediately better when you weren't there.

But he had just barely made it there in time, because you came around the corner just as the door closed behind him, though you didn't notice. Talking to Sam and Bucky had been exhausting, with question after question about their planning and how you would make it all happen just the way they wanted. There were so many questions, in fact, that you had to stop them and leave, because if you stayed awake any longer, you would have fallen asleep on their floor instead of the bed that was calling your name.

Once inside, you heard Steve in the bathroom, and since you had no energy to wait, you hastily threw on the nearest pajamas you could find and hopped into bed, pulling the covers up and over your head to block out the light that he was still using. You could feel your body relaxing within seconds, sinking into the plush mattress with the heavy wash of sleep beginning to cover you until you heard Steve clear his throat, subtly trying to get your attention.

"Hey, honey," you yawned, pushing the blanket back, "are you coming to...bed..." you startled, staring at the sight of him standing in the bathroom door, your jaw dropped in pure shock.

"There's no way in hell that you can tell me that Wade Wilson fits into this better than I do," Steve smirked, running a hand purposefully down the chest of the deep blue stealth suit. "He may think that it fits him like a glove, but it was literally made for this body, doll."

"W-where...where did you..."

"Did Fury know about your Cap kink when he assigned you to search my apartment? Does he know that you have this?"

"No," you mumbled, your voice all but gone. "just Wade."

"And Sam. I suppose Clint now, too," he shrugged, beginning to walk towards you with his smile fading as he took each step.

"Stay back, Steve," you warned with a hand up to stop him, "I'll get pregnant just being next to that suit." But it didn't slow him at all; in fact, your half-hearted attempt to stop him only fueled his eagerness. "Steve, I'm serious."

"Yes, you look very, very serious." His tone was mocking you, but his expression remained steady, and his eyes on you didn't waver.

"You're incorrigible."

"I'm not the one who stole SHIELD property to satisfy a role play fantasy, sweetheart. I have to say, I'm sorry that I was a little busy at the time, and that I wasn't there to make that come true for you."

"You've done pretty well making up for it over the years."

Steve paused, and his posture straightened. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you almost displeased, and he became harder to read. The newly stern look on his face left you confused and unsure if he was still toying with you, or if you had said something wrong. "I've done pretty well?" he asked flatly. "I think it might be time to teach you a lesson. The suit doesn't make the man who wears it, (Y/N)."

"I know-"

"And it's not the suit that commands respect," he finished. Steve waited, with a raised eyebrow and an expectant glare; he wasn't about to make a move until he heard the only two words that he wanted from you.

"Yes, Captain."