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She snorted at Ella's response and knelt down to her level, keeping Lovisa secure in her arms, so Ella could reach her little sister. "The queen's coming to get them. So any moment." Sif looked over at Eisa who was most definitely getting the butterfly clips stuck in Bucky's curls. "Darling? Why don't you and Ella go get your things packed so you can be ready to leave when Amma gets here." Eisa pouted up at Bucky and Sif rolled her eyes, fondly. "Your ducky will be here when you're back." With a huff, she hopped off his lap and ran out with Ella, leaving Sif and Bucky alone with the baby still in Sif's arms. "Which is fine, because I love them, but once these things start crying or doing gross baby things," she nodded at Lovisa, "I pass them back." She smirked and gently shifted the baby to sit in her lap and reached up to start untangling the clips from Bucky's hair. "Sorry, sæti," she winced when the last one caught in one of his curls, before tossing it aside. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "All gone."

All the choices Bucky had made in his life had led him to that moment when he was trying not to knock the kiddie table over, with an infant in his arm sucking on his metal finger because apparently she liked that more than her teething toys, a toddler trying to shove that infant away, and a bored preschooler shooting daggers at her cousins. All while he was wearing a tiara and his face was covered with glittery make up. “Darling, there space for the both of you,” he spoke gently to Eisa but she only rolled her eyes, mumbling about Lovisa taking Ducky’s attention away from her. “You know, I’m wondering why Auntie Sif is not wearing any make up?” he questioned with a smirk as he handed her the baby. “Because she doesn’t need it, you do,” Ella countered almost immediately before walking up to Sif so that she could play with her sister. Bucky only looked at them, not saying a word and wrapped his arm around Eisa, who finally got him all to herself. “So when is this princess tea party ending?” he asked Sif, his eyes begging her for help as Eisa decided to put even more shiny clips into his hair.

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Tony called to let him know that he'd found Bruce and that they'd hopefully be home in the next day or so. The guilt was obviously still there, but that helped put his mind at ease enough for him to be able to take Morgan back to the penthouse. He knew she had fun with Ella at Rafael and Klara's, but he also knew his baby sister was ready for a return to normalcy. Honestly, so was he. "-- and Daddy said he and Papa should be back soon," Johnny was saying to Morgan as they walked into the tower lobby, taking an immediate left towards the private elevators. Morgan nodded and walked alongside him, little hand wrapped around one of his. But once she saw the man that was waiting for him, she took off running, leaving a slightly taken back Johnny behind. 'Hiii. Jojo said you left,' Morgan said, bottom lip jutted out as far as it would go. She made grabby hands up to Mateo. "Because he thought you did," Johnny continued, brow raised, as he finally walked over to him. "I thought you were going back to LA." // @hcvrtbrcvk

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Loki shook his head. "No, I don’t want it," he murmured, meeting Edward’s gaze. "I wanted us to have another baby, but not like this. Still…" His voice drifted off, and he sighed, resting his head on Edward’s shoulder, their hands still laced together over his stomach. "I can’t just…get rid of it. Thinking about that feels worse than the thought of keeping it." Edward kissed the back of his hand, and Loki tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "I think I know," he said with a slight shrug. "I can feel it. It's hard to explain." He opened his mouth to say more, but the sound of two familiar voices from the next room stopped him. "I love our mothers," he started, lips pursed as it grew louder, "but I’m about to flee the country." He paused. "Or the planet."

But, a few days later, he was grateful for their hovering. Julieta was able to keep Eisa occupied and away when Frigga brought the Asgardian healers into their home. The same ones, he was pretty sure, Klara forcefully threatened to secrecy before they left Asgard. Frantic footsteps up the stairs was enough to make Loki groan and drop his head back against the pillows. "I'm fine," he said, the moment his husband stepped into their bedroom. Which was at the same time the doctor let out an exasperated 'Your Highness -- ' when Loki tried to move off the bed again. "No. I'm fine." But he was still really shaken up, truthfully. He'd let himself get too worked up, too upset about his argument with Edward, too blinded by Avengers stuff. He thought he was just tired, or feeling sick again, until he couldn't feel that magical pull he couldn't explain to Edward. Thankfully, he was fine. And the baby was, too, as the doctor explained before he left. But not before telling Edward that Loki needed to stay calm. There was a reason the doctor wasn't directing his conversation to Loki. The murderous look on Loki's face didn't leave until the doctor did. "Don't you start with me." His eyes darted to his husband, still narrowed. "You heard him. I need to be calm. The second you open your mouth, I won't be."

"Mhhm, I know what it will do to your daddy issues. I saw the way you and Klara oggled my older brother at our wedding," Edward rolled his eyes but smiled against his husband's lips. When Loki sat down on his lap, Edward made sure not to wrap his arms around him, as he usually would; instead, he rested one of his hands on the small of his back, and the other one on Loki's lap. The last thing he wanted was to make his husband uncomfortable when he was already struggling with his situation. But all of a sudden Loki moved his hand to rest it against his abdomen and Edward looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face. It took him a second to understand what his husband was saying with that short move and his words just confirmed it. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, looking up at Loki. "I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with because of me, mi rey," he spoke and lifted Loki's hand to press a kiss to the back of it. "Wait... she? You know that already?"

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Tony assured him his dad was okay. But he told him that with an of course he's okay tone and a still-fading bruise along his cheekbone, so it wasn't that reassuring. He couldn't focus in class, the lab, or at the Tower. Which was on reason he was in his dad's school office. The main reason was that it felt like Bruce. Johnny was sitting at his dad's desk, papers strewn about. The numbers and letters on his laptop screen weren't making sense and he was just about to close it and call it a day when he felt a familiar presence before hearing the soft knock. Johnny looked up, taken back to see his father, but relieved. Truthfully, he really was fine—until Bruce called him exactly what Tony did when he woke up, and then the tears sprung into his eyes. "No, it was stupid," he said, getting up to walk over to him. He hugged him without hesitation and buried his head against him. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "It's my fault. That's why you were upset....That's why Pops got hurt."

As much as he didn't want to come back to New York, Bruce knew he had to. He was never going to forgive himself not only for hurting Tony but for making his son think it was all his fault. That part hurt him the most because he could not bear knowing that Johnny blamed himself for something he did not cause. It wasn't his fault that he hulked out and hurt his husband or other people and he needed to hear that from his dad. Bruce knew where his son would be if he wasn't in the lab or out and about with Morgan. His heart was heavy with stress and guilt but he knew he couldn't run away from that feeling. He gently knocked on the doorframe of his university office, not wanting to startle the blond. "Already trying to take my place, I see," he spoke softly and his gaze was fixed solely on Johnny, just trying to figure out how he would react. "Bambino, I'm so sorry," he started, knowing that those words weren't going to fix what happened but it was a start. @cosmiclvex

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"Well, this is cute," she teased when she saw all six feet of him attempting to sit at the child-sized table. Ella was across from him and Lovisa was on his lap. Eisa shoved her way as close to him as possible, apparently drawing the line at her Ducky's attention being anywhere else. "But oh how the Winter Soldier has fallen." Sif smirked and walked into the room, making grabby hands towards her best friend's baby girl. "Give me this one. Your crown is crooked, princess." // @hcvrtbrcvk

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"Mm." Loki hummed, hand still moving soothingly through Morgan's curls. She stirred a little in her sleep and he placed his hand on the back of her head, magically shifting her thoughts away from anything bad and replacing them with only good. When she settled, Loki said, "Mother's also here because Thor's self-destructing and I can't deal with it. We're doing great." He gave her a sarcastic smile, before rolling his eyes and continuing, "Julieta came as soon as Edward told her. No questions asked. She's just glad we're married." Which, honestly, was a relief. Because he really had been worried about how his in-laws were going to respond. Neither one of them reacted negatively though, having already fully accepted him, and Eisa, as not being human from day one. Apparently things like this came with the territory for them. Loki leaned his head into the kiss and smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm still not happy with how it's happening. We wanted to have another baby soon, but..." His gaze drifted down to Morgan and he shook his head. "I didn't want to keep it, but I didn't think I couldn't not keep it. And I can feel her magic. I thought it was Eisa, but it's not." Loki looked back to his best friend. "Odin cannot find out."

Klara stayed behind in Asgard to keep an eye on things when the future kings departed back to New York after Odin finally graciously decided to wake up. But as soon as she heard about Bruce, she wasted no time in getting back home. She came by to Loki and Edward's house to pick Ella up, since she was still in LA when her dad rushed back to the city. Upon entering she was greeted by Frigga and Julieta who all but snatched Lovisa out of her arms and shooed her away to the study where her best friend was. "Hi," she smiled at him and walked up to him, leaning against the edge of the desk. Klara kept her gaze fixed on Morgan for a little while, letting out a sigh. It indeed was a giant mess. She couldn't even imagine what Johhny or Morgan were feeling. Or Bruce, for that matter. She knew the older man was definitely going to struggle once he came back to it. "Oh?" her eyebrow raised when Loki told her he was keeping the baby. Which she wasn't surprised he was going to do - she had that feeling during their last conversation. "I suppose that explains why the mothers dearest are camping out in your living room. They snatched Lovie quicker than that raccoon snatches snacks," she chuckled, her expression softening as she leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. "At least this one's human," she added with a teasing note in her voice.

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Rafael smiled and brushed Lovisa's dark curls back, pressing another kiss to her head. He walked over and sat beside his girlfriend, repositioning their daughter in his arms. "No. I haven't," he sighed in response to her question, lowering his voice to a softer tone since their daughter had snuggled into his arms, eyes drooping as she attempted to go back to sleep. Rafael gently rocked her a little and continued, "But even if Bruce has come to again, he's not gonna want to come back. Hurting Tony was the one thing he was scared the most of. Tony, Morgan, and Johnny." He looked back at Klara. "He's got a few places he goes. I'm the only one who knows about them. I'll try them tomorrow." He paused for a minute, before shaking his head. "He's gonna really hate my suggestion, but I was considering seeing if Loki or the queen could help him magically sort through that mess like Barnes. The Hulk's going to end up killing him at this rate."

Klara had drifted off into a light sleep, which was cut short when she heard the commotion in the living room. Hearing her boyfriend's voice calmed her down and ensured her there was nothing to worry about—well, nothing immediate. "It's fine, I wasn't getting much sleep anyway thanks to that teething demon," she nodded in the direction of their daughter. "But of course, daddy's girl is calm with you," she added, rolling her eyes playfully. Klara sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "How bad is it?" she asked, not sure if she even wanted to know the answer. "I'll keep an eye on him and Mo. Have you heard anything from Bruce... or the green guy?"

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“Why are you walking around with that dreadful expression on your face? Literally nothing has even happened,” Loki remarked, handing one of the coffees he was carrying to Bucky before circling around him. “Honestly, even if it did, it’s not our fault your ex-boyfriend decided to go play house with Carter the same weekend Banner decided to Hulk smash Stark through the ground.” He sipped his own coffee and settled into the desk chair, blue-eyed gaze landing on a monitor that was tracking something—and beeping. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the beeping stopped. “See?” he said, looking back at Bucky. “We’re good.”

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Loki paused, turning his head slightly to glance back at Thor. “Oh, don’t worry, big brother. I never expect miracles from you." He smirked, "That would be setting the bar far too high,” he teased, though his voice softened slightly at the end. “But I suppose trying is a start." He moved back toward Thor, standing in front of him for a beat longer than necessary, as if making sure Thor wouldn’t retreat again. “You don’t have to be fully functional. You're barely functional on a good day," he teased, though the concern in his gaze lingered. "We just need to get you out of whatever this is." He nodded towards the door and walked out of the common area. “Fair warning. Mother’s been staying with us some” he said, waving his hand dismissively, not wanting to get into the actual why yet. “You know how she gets—worrying about one of us means worrying about both. I’m not sure if she’s still there.”

Fortunately, their mother wasn’t there to smother Thor the moment they arrived at his and Edward’s house. That didn't mean Eisa didn't try. Later on, Loki found him in his daughter’s room and arched a brow at the scene before him. “Darling, I told you to be nice to your uncle,” Loki said dryly, while Eisa poured invisible tea into Thor's cup. Eisa scrunched her nose but set the teapot down, adjusting the small crown on Thor’s head. 'He likes it,' she replied, matter-of-fact as ever. Loki snorted, glancing back at Thor with an amused grin. “Well, it’s certainly a look.”

For what felt like the first time in weeks, something close to a faint chuckle escaped his lips, though it was brief and tinged with sorrow. “Me, dramatic?” he murmured, shaking his head lightly. “Your theatrics must be rubbing off on me, brother.” He glanced back at Loki, who was already moving toward the door again, relentless as ever in his way of pushing Thor toward healing, whether Thor wanted it or not. Loki’s words about his niece struck a chord, though, and Thor’s expression grew a little more thoughtful. “For her sake,” he murmured, the image of Loki’s daughter flashing in his mind. The idea of seeing her, of pretending, as Loki said, that things were okay, didn’t seem quite as impossible as it had moments ago. Thor finally stood, slower than usual, his body still weighed down by grief but at least willing to try. “All right, brother,” he said quietly, nodding. “I’ll come with you. But don’t expect miracles.” His eyes met Loki’s again, and there was a flicker of the old Thor—worn down but still fighting. “I’ll… try to be a somewhat functional being. For her. And… for you.”

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Frigga’s expression softened as she listened to Thor, heart aching for the pain he was holding. She placed a hand on his cheek, thumb brushing against his skin. “No, no, sweetheart,” she started, “you will never forget her, but if you don’t allow yourself to live, to feel something other than sorrow, you’ll lose yourself in that grief. It’s not wrong to want peace, my son. To want to feel her memory without breaking under all of its weight—I think that’s what she would want for you too.” Frigga paused as she held him tightly for a moment. “You will get there. Slowly, perhaps, but you will.” She leaned back slightly, “If going home helps, then we’ll go home together. But if you want to stay here, and if you need me, I’ll be right here with you, too” Her eyes locked onto his. “You may carry the weight of the realms worlds on your shoulders, but that doesn’t mean you have to do so alone.”

Thor couldn’t help but crack a faint smile at his mother’s gentle teasing, even amid the grief that felt all-consuming. “It’s part of the job description, isn’t it?” he replied softly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He met her gaze, the weight of her words settling in. “I know you’re right, Mother. I just feel like if I let go, even for a moment, it means I’m forgetting her. And that’s the last thing I want.” His voice wavered, the internal struggle clear as he wrestled with the conflicting emotions. “But I understand that I can honor her while still finding my way. Perhaps… perhaps going home might help me remember her without feeling so lost.” He paused, his brow furrowing in thought. “I want to be able to look at her photographs without breaking down. To celebrate what we had, not just mourn what I’ve lost.” With a deep breath, he added, "I want to feel her memory without this constant ache, but I don’t know how to get there.”

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Peggy smiled as Steve spoke, her hand still resting gently on his cheek. "Oh, Steve,” she whispered, shaking her head. “You’ve always deserved me. You just don’t see yourself the way I do." She moved closer again, her arms wrapping around his waist as she leaned her head against his chest, letting the warmth of the moment settle around them. "We’ll figure it out,” she agreed. "Together.” She glanced up at him, “For now, let’s just stay right here. No decisions, no rushing. We’ll take it one step at a time. We’ve got all the time in the world,” she echoed, before tilting her head with a teasing smirk. "You still owe me that dance, though."

Steve felt a rush of emotion as Peggy spoke, absorbing the weight of everything they'd been through and everything they could still have together. When her hand rested against his face and she kissed him, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, a calm settling over him that he rarely felt anywhere else. "I don’t deserve you, you know that?" he whispered when they pulled apart, his voice low and full of affection. His hand came up to gently cover hers on his cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. "But I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you. And you’re right," he said, his voice a little lighter. "We don’t have to decide right now." He smiled down at her, leaning in for another kiss, this one softer, more tender. "We’ll figure it out. Together. Just like we always have." He pulled her a little closer, his arms wrapped securely around her as they stood in the quiet of the balcony, savoring the peace and each other. "For now, let’s just enjoy this moment. We’ve got all the time in the world."

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“Paperwork, huh?” may smirked, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed as she watched him. “Sure, because I’m really buying that one.” She raised an eyebrow, dodging the playful swat of the newspaper with a laugh. "Your brother? I thought Ed was still in Asgard." May lowered her coffee, brow raised. "Rafael is coming with all of the kids?" She snorted. "That should be interesting. Disneyland honestly sounds like a nightmare, but sure, I’ll come. Matty will like it." She ruffled her son's dark curls and he smiled. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, she looked back at Mateo. "It won't interfere with today's paperwork, though?"

Mateo knew his ex-wife very well - enough to know she was going to bring up his late return to home. "I had a lot of paperwork to do. Comes with the territory of owning your restaurants," he rolled his eyes playfully and picked up a newspaper to playfully swat her with it. "You worry about your new DA friend," he added with a knowing smirk and took a sip of his own coffee. "Anyway, my brother said he's coming with all the kids. That is, if the flight here doesn't kill him before that. "I told him i'll accompany him at Disney, you wanna come?"

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May glanced over her shoulder as she set the plates down, catching the change in Peter’s expression. She didn’t push, just watched him for a moment before sitting across from him at the table. “Weird, huh?” she said, her voice gentle but probing. “I guess it’s bound to feel like that. You two have been through a lot and then he was gone.” She rested her elbows on the table, leaning forward slightly. “But distance doesn’t mean it has to stay that way. Sometimes it just takes time to get back in sync.” May smiled softly. “He’s been a big part of your life, Pete. Maybe it’s worth trying to bridge that gap.”

Peter’s smile softened as May kissed the top of his head again, and her pointed look didn’t go unnoticed. He nodded, appreciating her trust and concern but still not ready to unload everything just yet. “Yeah, I’d tell you,” he murmured, though part of him wasn’t entirely sure how much he could really say about all that was weighing on him.

At the mention of Harry, Peter's expression shifted slightly, a mix of emotions crossing his face. He sat down at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers lightly against the surface. “Yeah, Harry’s back,” he echoed, leaning back in the chair. “It was... weird, but not as weird as I thought it would be. We caught up a little, but there’s still this… I don’t know, distance.”

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Harry eyed Peter for a moment, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth fading just slightly. He leaned against the bar, crossing his arms as he studied his friend. “Man, you’ve always been a terrible liar. You don’t have to give me the whole sob story, but don’t act like I can’t tell when something’s up. You’ve never been good at hiding it.” He poured himself a drink. “Look, you don’t have to explain everything, but if things are feeling this overwhelming, maybe it’s time you stop trying to hold everything all by yourself.” He paused, his tone softening for just a second. “I’m here, you know? Not just to throw back drinks and pretend like everything’s alright. So talk or don’t, but stop acting like you gotta carry the weight of the world on your own.” Harry downed his drink, then smirked again, the teasing tone creeping back into his voice. “But if you don’t start talking, I’m just gonna assume it’s girl trouble. Or guy trouble. No judgement. I don't know what you've been up to.”

"Man, you really don’t miss a thing, do you?" Peter tried to deflect, forcing a small laugh, but it came out a bit hollow. He ran a hand through his hair, staring down at the glass in front of him before finally meeting Harry’s gaze. "Yeah, guess I’m not doing a great job at hiding it, huh?" Peter muttered, moving to sit on one of the stools by the bar. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter, staring at the glass Harry placed in front of him. "It’s just... I don’t know, man. Things have been kind of... heavy lately." He picked up the glass but didn’t drink yet, rolling it between his hands instead. "You ever feel like... like you’re trying to keep everything together, but no matter how hard you try, it’s just slipping through your fingers?" He looked up at Harry, his expression finally open, the weight of everything he’d been carrying clear in his eyes. "It’s not you. I’m glad you’re back," Peter said quickly, forcing a small smile. "It’s just... stuff I’m dealing with. And, uh, not exactly something I can easily explain."

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MJ sighed softly as Peter started to respond, his words coming out before she could get hers in. It wasn’t easy, seeing him carry the weight of the world on his back, even when he was right there in front of her. When he leaned his forehead against hers, she closed her eyes, her breath steadying. She could feel the sincerity in his touch, but it didn’t change the fact that the weight was always there, lingering between them. “I get it, Pete,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “But I just need you to remember that I’m here, too. We’re in whatever this is together, okay?” Her hand moved up to rest against his cheek, guiding his gaze back to hers. “You don’t have to carry all of this alone. Just… don’t shut me out. I can handle the chaos, as long as you let me in.”

Peter’s chest tightened at her words. She wasn’t wrong—he was taking on too much, more than anyone could really understand. But hearing it from her, seeing the worry in her eyes, made it hit differently. He gently rested his hands on her waist, leaning into the comfort of her touch, even though part of him wanted to retreat.

“I know, MJ. I really appreciate you looking out for me. It just feels like there’s this never-ending list of things I need to handle.” He looked into her eyes, hoping she could see the sincerity in his. “But it’s hard to switch off sometimes, you know? I want to be fully present with you, but everything just piles up.”

He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing her in as he tried to gather his thoughts. “You mean so much to me, and I don’t want you to feel like you’re competing with all the chaos in my life. I promise I’ll try to do better. I don’t want to keep making you feel like you’re not a priority when you are. Always."

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"Yeah." She nodded. "There's still people here that will be your anchor, Thor. You have your brother. All of us. That adorable little niece of yours," Wanda added with a small, fond smile. "We can all be the ones to remind you to that you need to keep going if you need to be reminded. From what I know of Jane, from what you've said of her, I think she'd want that for you, too." Wanda met his gaze when he found hers, smile coming back to her lips. "You're welcome. I know from experience that it's hard. A different loss, but grieving works the same. If there's every anything else I can do to help in any way, you can come to me."

Thor looked down at the hand Wanda placed on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of her touch cutting through the chill that had settled inside him. He let out a slow breath, a small sense of comfort easing the tension in his chest. “Perhaps,” he murmured, though there was a deep uncertainty in his voice, as if he wasn’t quite convinced. His gaze drifted again, thoughtful, as he rolled the cup between his hands. “I think about what it means to keep going. To find something—anything—that anchors you when you’ve lost so much. I suppose that’s what I’m searching for. Some reason to keep fighting, even when the battle isn’t with a blade in my hand.” Thor’s fingers tightened around the mug as if grounding himself. “I don’t know if I can find that again. But maybe...” he trailed off, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. “Maybe there’s still something to hold on to. Maybe it’s enough to start with.” He gave her a small, appreciative nod, his gaze softening just a little. “Thank you... for being here. For reminding me there’s still a way forward, even if I can’t see it yet.”

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Despite Morgan's insistence to come along, Tony left her with her brother while he went to visit Bruce. Not only was he unsure what state of mind Bruce would be in, he didn't want to bombard him by bringing their kids. He knew Bruce and Johnny would need time alone, just like he needed this time alone with his husband. Tony sighed as he waited on the porch, fixing the scarlet scarf around his neck. He'd asked Loki to hide the bruises enough, but he knew Bruce would even see right through the god's magic. Tony looked up when the door opened, the look on his husband's face telling him enough. He placed his hand on the door when Bruce opened it, just if he decided to try and literally shut him out. His heart thudded almost painfully in his chest when his husband spoke. "Is that what you want?" he asked, looking at him for a moment, before letting out a breath. "Bruce." And he'd be lying if he hadn't thought about it over the last week. He would be lying if he hadn't thought about what would have happened if Morgan had been there and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't had second thoughts about trying for another baby. But every time his thoughts went there, they almost immediately came back. He couldn't imagine life without Bruce. "Baby, I don't want you to sign anything," he said, reaching out, but he paused. Tony didn't want to do anything to make his husband uncomfortable, so he immediately withdrew his hand, despite wanting nothing more than to pull him into his arms. "I want you with me. I want you to show our daughter you're okay. I want you to tell our son it's not his fault. I want you to come home." Tony shut the door behind them and sighed again, leaning back against it once it was closed. "I just don't know how to help you and I wish I did."

The day he hurt his husband was something he never wanted to experience but unfortunately, it happened and he wasn't going to stop blaming himself for that. But when the said husband was standing on the porch, incessantly banging on the door, he let out a breath. He knew Tony and he knew he wasn't going to give up until he opened the door. So Bruce did - he held his breath upon seeing him - some bruises still not fully healed and he was sure he saw Tony wince in pain once or twice - and it all had been his fault. Had he not made a stupid mistake at the lab that day, he wouldn't have lost control, none of that would have happened. He wouldn't have hurt the only person he'd ever dared to see his future with. "Hi Tony," Bruce said, shaking his head. He was going to kill Rafael for telling him where he was. He didn't move out of the way to let him in, having a feeling that Tony's visit was going to be short and not-so-sweet. There was no way Tony was going to let him back into their lives, he wouldn't have let himself that either. "You didn't have to bother coming here. I'll sign whatever you want me to." @cosmiclvex