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seitmai · 11 months ago

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Many thoughts...

"When did you even have time to buy it?" you asked in exasperation. "You just got home on Friday!" He was raking his fingers through his hair. "There was a special on two-day shipping, and as soon as we found out it's a girl, I started adding things to my shopping cart."

Literally Bradley:

"Do I need to take your credit card away?" you asked him, but even you weren't immune to the little pink onesie that said Daddy's Co-pilot.

Probably yes lol

He kissed you one last time and said, "I want my little girl to have the cutest nursery ever, and I want my wife to still agree to cook me dinner after she sees the credit card bill."

Hahah Bradley is getting himself in some trouble haha

"Want some?" you asked, as you dipped more into the hot sauce. A drop landed on your chest above your bra before it made it to your mouth, and Bradley was there to lick it up in an instant.

The hot sauce is back, game on 😎

"Absolutely," he whispered as Tramp trotted in, ready to be fed too. They both gave you puppy eyes until they had their food in front of them.

Hahah those two and their puppy eyes

In fifteen minutes, he would be all sweaty. His skin would be slick to the touch. He would taste incredible. Yeah, you were obviously going to go meet him out there.

Oh, it was so much worse than you imagined it would be. You laughed to keep from crying as you tried to come to terms with this khaki monstrosity. Your butt looked weird, and there was just so much fabric. You tried to tuck the shirt in, but somehow that was worse.

Omg I already said that I googled it after it was mentioned in the last chapter and it's so fucking bad, every time I just think about it not even look it gets worse 😂

"What the fuck are you wearing?" "Bradley!" you whined. "Is it really that bad?" You knew the question was almost laughable. The answer was clearly yes. But your husband scrambled over to you with an apologetic look on his face anyway.

Bradley, we all know it's absolutely horrific but that's your loving pregnant wife, keep it together

He was already strapping the baby carrier around his torso and clicking it into place. Then he picked up one of his ten pound bench press weights and slipped it into place where a baby should go.

He is just such a silly guy that at the same time is so excited to be a dad 😂

He was quiet for a beat before he moaned and asked, "Would the tarp be the same shade of blue as the Bronco? Because yeah, I might actually like that."

I can't 😂😂😂 this cracked me up

"I don't have time to talk," she said. "Bob keeps making me late for work."

I hate being late, but for Bob? I get it

You stood there in surprise for a second before you called out, "I mean, good for you though."

Facts

"I can't," she whispered, looking around. "I'm still in so much debt. He's already paying for Jer's daycare on base now, and he's paying for a lawyer for me. If we get married, he'll try to pay off everything."

🥺🥺🥺

You shrugged. "So get a prenup or something. He loves you and Jer, and you cease to be a hardass now that he's around."

I want them to have their little happy end

Nat turned to look at Bob. "Oh, he's worn out from too much sex."

Hahahah I love Nat, especially when she is just so nonchalant honest and real 😂

When Nat touched the hair at his temple, she said, "You're wearing the expression of a man who is about to be wrapped around his daughter's fingers, and you also have a few gray hairs coming in."

She is not wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️

He'd known her long enough to be sure she wasn't joking about either of those things. When he stopped in the locker room and looked in the mirror on the way to the parking lot at the end of the day, he found that she was right. It didn't really bother him. Hell, you hadn't said a negative word about it. On the contrary, you'd kissed him right there and told him how much you loved him in bed earlier this morning. The issue was that it reminded him of his parents and how young the both were when they just stopped existing.

🥰🥰🥰

He waited a few seconds until you seemed a little bit calmer, and then he said, "I think this means you should start wearing the tent." "I hate it when you're right."

Bradley smiled and kissed your lips. "Back to the scene of the crime."

My first thought is: omg he is gonna break another car lol 🚗

Aim for the Sky Part 4 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't help himself. When he sees cute things for his baby, he buys them. When he craves you as much as you crave him, he makes a complete mess in the garage. Pregnancy bliss is taking his domestic bliss to a new level as he tries to plan the perfect first anniversary outing.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, cum play, swearing, pregnancy

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"What are all these boxes from?"

Your husband clearly didn't hear you come in from work by the look of things. He was still in his flight suit, desperately emptying cardboard box after cardboard box onto the dining room table. When he turned toward you, his eyes were wide like you'd just caught him doing something he shouldn't be. "I have no idea," he said, quickly picking up a smaller one and rushing your way. "This one has your name on it."

You were still trying to look past him into the dining room while he actively blocked you. "Are you joking right now? Oh my god, you went on a shopping spree!"

His cheeks were tinted pink, and he looked like he was going to burst at the seams as he blurted out, "It's for the Nugget!"

"When did you even have time to buy it?" you asked in exasperation. "You just got home on Friday!"

He was raking his fingers through his hair. "There was a special on two-day shipping, and as soon as we found out it's a girl, I started adding things to my shopping cart."

His gaze was sweet and earnest, but you chucked the box you were holding and ducked around him before he could stop you. Then you gasped. There was baby clothing, a folded up pack 'n play, bibs, bottles, and a baby carrier all spread out on the table.

"Do I need to take your credit card away?" you asked him, but even you weren't immune to the little pink onesie that said Daddy's Co-pilot.

"I can behave," he promised. "I'm just excited."

You groaned and looked at his face as he picked up the baby carrier. It was impossible to be annoyed with him right now, and at least it was a bunch of things you were going to need. You nodded toward the hallway and asked, "Do you want to start getting the nursery ready in a few weeks?"

Suddenly you were pinned up against the side of the piano with the carrier pressed between your body and his while he kissed you senseless. "Yes," he whispered against your lips. "Please. Pastel airplanes and clouds." He had mentioned it so many times, you already knew he was still thinking about it.

"Anything you want."

He kissed you one last time and said, "I want my little girl to have the cutest nursery ever, and I want my wife to still agree to cook me dinner after she sees the credit card bill."

Your stomach started growling at the mention of food. "I'm starving," you admitted. "Clean everything up, and I'll work on dinner."

He sprang into action while you unbuttoned your uniform shirt which was way too snug now. You even unbuttoned your pants. You started heating up the chicken casserole that you made and froze while Bradley was deployed before cutting open the box that arrived with your name on it. You already knew what was in it, but you still cringed when you saw it.

The United States Navy maternity uniform was one of the ugliest articles of clothing you'd ever seen in your entire life. You looked out the window at the partially built playset in the backyard and whispered, "You're lucky I love you, little Nugget. Because now I have to wear a weird tent to work for the next four months."

It was too ugly to think about right now. Your stomach was growling relentlessly, so you cut up some carrot sticks and poured out a little bit of the hot sauce you brought back with you from dinner in Del Mar last night. "Mmm, that's so fucking good," you groaned, biting into a carrot stick you dipped into the sauce. You cut up another carrot into sticks and tried to get them as saturated as you could before eating them.

The baby was moving around a lot now as you ate your snack. "Jesus," Bradley grunted, and you turned to see that he had changed into some gym clothes.

"Want some?" you asked, as you dipped more into the hot sauce. A drop landed on your chest above your bra before it made it to your mouth, and Bradley was there to lick it up in an instant.

"Is this some sort of pregnancy craving?" he asked, and you smiled as you fed him the carrot stick. "And are you going to eat in your bra all the time now?"

"Why? Do you like it or something?"

He gave you a stern look and ran his thumb over your lace covered nipple. "Come on, Sweetheart. Your tits make me hard on a regular day, but right now they are doing a little something extra, and you know it."

"My favorite bra barely fits right now," you informed him as you reached for another carrot. "And my maternity uniform arrived." But you could tell he was hardly listening now as he kissed along your bra strap while the kitchen timer told you dinner was ready. "I could model it for you after we eat."

"Absolutely," he whispered as Tramp trotted in, ready to be fed too. They both gave you puppy eyes until they had their food in front of them. Bradley pulled you down onto his lap and offered to share his plate of dinner with you, but you mostly ate the carrot sticks. You were almost tempted to drink some of the hot sauce, so yes, this probably was a pregnancy craving. What you really wanted was to dip some marshmallows into it...

"Baby Girl, I'm going to go work out in the garage," Bradley said, pulling you from your food fantasy. He rubbed his hand along your bare belly and up to your breasts. "Meet me out there if you want. I'll clean the kitchen later."

You watched him slip out the sliding glass door and head for the garage. In fifteen minutes, he would be all sweaty. His skin would be slick to the touch. He would taste incredible. Yeah, you were obviously going to go meet him out there. In the meantime, you should probably try on your maternity uniform.

You wrinkled your nose as you carried it to your bedroom. The pants were nice and stretchy, and they felt comfortable. The shirt had ample room for your belly, and it would definitely accommodate you in your third trimester as well. "Let's have a look," you said to your daughter, but when you glanced in the mirror, you gasped. "Fuck!"

After you slipped some shoes on, you made the trek out to the garage and stood in the open doorway, admiring your husband for a few minutes while he listened to his gym playlist and did some bicep curls. Then he dropped down to the mat and did fifty push ups while you tried not to moan. You almost forgot why you were there, but then he got to his feet, wiped his forehead with a towel, and jumped a bit when he finally saw you.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"Bradley!" you whined. "Is it really that bad?" You knew the question was almost laughable. The answer was clearly yes. But your husband scrambled over to you with an apologetic look on his face anyway.

"You're still beautiful," he insisted, taking both of your hands in his. "I just wasn't expecting you to be wearing this... uniform."

You let him kiss you, but you rolled your eyes and said, "I'm going to have to hide in my office at work until March."

"Okay," he finally said, "it's hideous, to be sure. But I see plenty of officers wearing them on base. And if anything, you make it look a lot better than it really has any right to." Your laughter must have encouraged him, because he wrapped you up in a delightfully sweaty hug and led you to his weight bench. "Wanna watch me do lunges? I'm practicing for the Nugget."

"You're practicing?" you asked as you settled down on the narrow bench.

He was already strapping the baby carrier around his torso and clicking it into place. Then he picked up one of his ten pound bench press weights and slipped it into place where a baby should go. You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he was, but when he looked at you and lunged down into a squat, you moaned and had to press your thighs together instead.

"Yeah," he grunted. "I'm practicing for when I get to wear my little Nugget around. Actually, do you think we should be calling her Nuggette?"

Once again, his words were comical, but the way he was doing reps of lunges like he was cradling a tiny baby's head with his hand instead of a metal weight left you whimpering.

"Nuggette sounds cute, too," you told him, rubbing your belly through your hideous maternity shirt. She was squirming a bit as you said, "I don't think she's picky about what you call her, Roo. She's just very excited whenever you're around."

He lunged down one more time before getting on his knees on the mat in front of you, removing the weight from the carrier and setting it on the floor. "Is that true?" he asked as he scooted a little closer. He smelled like clean sweat, and his body was radiating heat as he started to kiss your belly through your shirt. "You love Daddy?" he asked, running his nose gently against your bump.

His fingers found the hem of your shirt and eased it up so he had full access, kissing the spot next to your belly button. You brushed his damp hair back from his forehead and moaned, "We both love Daddy."

"Hey," he whispered as he started to unbutton your shirt. "I really want to fuck you, but this thing is a mood killer."

"Bradley!"

"I'm so serious," he told you, shaking his head. "We need to get this tent off of you immediately."

"You're so rude," you said with a laugh as he finally pushed the fabric down your arms and tossed it to the floor.

"That's what I'm talking about," he grunted, unhooking your bra and tossing that aside as well. Then he was still on his knees with his mouth on your breasts, and suddenly you could barely remember your own name.

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Something about pregnancy cast a magic spell on your tits, and if left uninterrupted, Bradley could have happily sucked on them all night long. They were bigger, sure, but they were somehow a little firmer, too. And he couldn't understand it, but they were warmer and smelled so sweet. And your fucking nipples looked a bit bigger and were always furled into pretty little peaks that made his dick so hard, he could barely keep from touching himself.

He was moaning for you, on his knees in the garage while he licked and sucked to his heart's content. His left hand was stroking the underside of your breast while his right was stroking his cock in time with the way you were whining, "Brad-ley. Brad-ley." Your fingers were in his hair, and he was in absolutely no hurry to fuck you, but he was slightly afraid he was going to cum within the next few minutes.

So he carefully pushed you down onto your back on the bench and pulled those ugly as sin maternity pants off of your gorgeous body, yanked your underwear to the side, and ran his cock through your soaking wet pussy.

"Fuck, Sweetheart." As soon as he pushed himself inside you with a little snap of his hips, your tits bounced for him. Mesmerized, he did it again.

"Roo," you whined, trying to find something to hold onto as he fucked you a little harder with his hands cupping your bump.

"Yeah," he crooned, ramming himself deep, thankful he'd already removed the bar and the weights. "You better hang on tight."

He fucked you until you were a screaming mess, gripping the bench above your head for support. He'd never let anything happen to you or the baby, but it was delicious watching you scramble like this as he rocked the bench. The grip of your pussy as you arched your back and pressed your bump into his palms had him clenching his jaw, holding back as long as he could.

"Oh, fuck!" he shouted, pulling out of you while you were mid orgasm and shooting his load all over your belly and chest. "Jesus Christ," he panted, standing while straddling you on the bench, jerking himself off all over those tits.

You looked like you were in a daze as you reached one hand up, grasped his sensitive cock, and dragged it through the mess. Then you leaned up and kept eye contact with him while you licked his cock clean. He was literally twitching, hands folded behind his head as he stood there and let you rub his cock along your nipples again and again before setting him on your plush tongue.

He had to clear his throat a few times before he could manage to say, "I'm really happy you decided to join me for my workout."

Your pretty laughter filled the garage as he helped you sit up. Once you were dressed in his sweaty shirt with your awful uniform in your hand, he followed you out the door, across the backyard and directly to the shower.

"I don't know what happened here," he rasped, rubbing his rough hand all over your soapy tits, "but I love it."

Your eyes were closed, lips softly parted as you whispered, "I'm pretty sure it's just pregnancy boobs, Roo."

"And I'm pretty sure I've never cum quite that much before. You were fucking covered in it."

He had to kiss the smirk off your face so the two of you could finish showering and get in bed. "Hey," you murmured as you draped your arm across his chest. "You haven't read any of the Nugget notebook to me since you got home."

Bradley ran his fingers along your shoulder. "I could read some of it to you now," he whispered before reaching to get the pink and blue notebook from his nightstand. He wanted you to read it. He wanted you to know everything he wrote in there, but there was one page he didn't want you to see quite yet. "Have you thought any more about baby names?" he asked as he opened the notebook.

"A little bit," you said with a yawn. "Nothing I'm totally crazy about though."

Be breathed a sigh of relief and started reading out loud. He could wait for the perfect moment to mention it, and he thought that perfect moment might be on your anniversary.

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For the rest of the week, you absolutely refused to wear your maternity uniform to work. You wore Bradley's extra shirt instead, affixing your own insignia pins and name tag to it each morning.

"You're out of dress code," he told you for the hundredth time on Friday morning.

"I don't care," you replied as you ate a granola bar covered in mustard while you both rode to work in the blue Bronco. "If I can go one last week or two before I have to start wearing the uncomfortable tent, then that's all that matters."

Bradley laughed, and you glared playfully at him. "It's not that bad, Baby Girl. I can still get a boner with you in it."

"You could still get a boner if I was wearing a tarp."

He was quiet for a beat before he moaned and asked, "Would the tarp be the same shade of blue as the Bronco? Because yeah, I might actually like that."

"See?" you replied before popping the rest of the bar into your mouth and chewing it up. You'd been craving weird food combinations all week, and honestly the best part of your days was visiting the cafeteria where you could combine whatever you wanted into the perfect meal.

"Hey, don't forget, I won't be at lunch today," Bradley said casually. Had he mentioned that before? You weren't sure. You were starting to have bouts of forgetfulness and brain fog.

"Where are you going again?"

"Uh," he hesitated. "Well I have to go see Nicole."

Nicole was the name on the list you found in the kitchen. Something about a permit. He said he'd never met her and didn't know who she even was. "Why?"

He coasted into a parking spot as he sighed. "It's something for our anniversary. Remember?" He turned and looked at you with those big brown eyes and asked, "Can we please let this be a surprise? I've got some shit planned for that day."

Your parents weren't coming out for Thanksgiving, and the two of you weren't going to Maryland. When you called them a few days ago to let them know the baby was a girl, your mom erupted into joyous screams before starting to cry because she wasn't going to see you until Christmas. Instead, you were planning on having a quiet Thanksgiving at home in the craftsman with Jake, Cat and Jeremiah. So if Bradley wanted to plan something special for later that weekend, you didn't mind.

"Yeah. It can be a surprise, Roo."

He looked relieved when you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, and then he held your hand and walked you all the way to the elevator where he leaned in close. "I'll see you and your tits after work," he whispered, earning him a swat on the arm. He was laughing as he placed a big hand on your belly and said, "Love you, Nugget."

Then you rode the elevator up to your office where you dipped a second granola bar into the container of maple syrup you brought with you and ate it before heading to your lab. You bumped into Maria in the hallway, and when you tried to say hi, she kept rushing by.

"I don't have time to talk," she said. "Bob keeps making me late for work."

You stood there in surprise for a second before you called out, "I mean, good for you though." Your hormones were an absolute mess, because by the time you walked into your own research lab, you were trying to get the image of Bob and Maria doing some nasty shit with his D&D dice out of your head. "Why am I like this right now?" you asked with a grimace.

"Like what?" Cat asked as you sat down next to her. "You're out of dress code." Then her expression melted as she said, "I swear you get bigger every day. You look so cute."

You opened your computer and casually asked, "You think you and Jake will have more kids?"

You were just trying to mess with her, but she cradled her face in her hands and groaned. "He wants to get married."

Your eyes went wide as you spun to face her. "Really? Do you? He's so good with Jeremiah."

You shrugged. "So get a prenup or something. He loves you and Jer, and you cease to be a hardass now that he's around."

She started to spin away from you, obviously done indulging your antics, but then she said, "Can we keep this between the two of us?"

"Who would I even tell?" you asked as you typed your password.

"Your husband. And he'd tell Jake. And then Jake would come storming in here like a knight ready to save the day once again, and I don't want that."

She wasn't wrong, and you knew it. "Yeah, my lips are sealed. You're still coming for Thanksgiving dinner, right?"

"Just as long as you let me help you cook."

"One again, something I can't trust Bradley with," you muttered. "Deal."

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Nicole was honestly lovely. She had everything ready for Bradley to sign when he got there, and then she made some quick photocopies and sent him on his way. Perfect. The permit was in order, and now he just needed to take care of the food and figure out where to buy non-alcoholic champagne, if it even existed. But he had another full week to think about that.

When he got back to work right after lunch, he headed for the lounge to wait until he was called up by someone in the tower. The room was empty except for Nat and Bob who were eating popcorn and sleeping on the couch respectively.

"Want some?" his best friend asked, and he shoved his hand into the kernels.

"What's wrong with him?"

Nat turned to look at Bob. "Oh, he's worn out from too much sex."

"Love that for him," he muttered before shoving the popcorn into his mouth.

Nat snorted. "You're looking a little worse for the wear, too, old man."

"Am I?" he asked after he swallowed. Sometimes it was glaringly obvious that you were six years younger than him, and other times he kind of just forgot about it. But you had been a bit of a brat since the night on the weight bench. You knew now that you could use your delicious tits against him to get whatever you wanted, and you really seemed to want to get pounded into the mattress at every turn.

When Nat touched the hair at his temple, she said, "You're wearing the expression of a man who is about to be wrapped around his daughter's fingers, and you also have a few gray hairs coming in."

He pushed off from the sink forcing himself to focus on the fact that he was very much alive and very much had his wife waiting in the parking lot for him. When he found you next to his Bronco, you were in tears, and you were unbuttoning his uniform shirt which you kept insisting on wearing.

"What's wrong, Baby Girl?" he asked as he rushed to get to you, and as soon as you saw him, you flung yourself into his arms.

"I got a formal reprimand! By some random admiral!"

"For what?" he asked, even though he already knew.

You sniffed and told him, "For being out of dress code."

He waited a few seconds until you seemed a little bit calmer, and then he said, "I think this means you should start wearing the tent."

"I hate it when you're right."

He guided you around to the passenger side door and unlocked it for you. Then he let you pull his shirt off and toss it onto the seat. He didn't even ask questions as you climbed in, he just buckled your seatbelt for you and let you ride home in your bra.

The Bronco was pretty close to the house when you finally reached for his hand, and he gave it to you immediately while you pouted out the window. "Can I have a little hint?" you asked.

He stroked your soft knuckles, unsure what you were referring to. "About what, Sweetheart?"

"Our anniversary. Please? Today was so shitty, and I miss my parents, and I'm starving for grapes dipped in hot sauce, and I am pissed that I got reprimanded."

Bradley tried not to smile as he pulled into the driveway. You were always so endearing even when you were annoyed, and he was going to get you grapes and hot sauce as soon as he got you inside. "Yes, I'll give you a little hint. What do you want to know?"

He watched you unbuckle your seatbelt after he parked, and you crawled across the seat toward him, practically spilling out of your bra. As you straddled his lap and guided his hands to your bump and his sweet Nugget, you asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Bradley smiled and kissed your lips. "Back to the scene of the crime."

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years ago

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Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

Words: 1,986

Phase Three Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to: ‘Saving Grace’ -by The Maine

xxv: The Avengers

"Hey, hot-shot."

Daredevil tilted his head towards the sound.

"Did you talk to Stark?"

"He talks too much to get any word out myself," She taunted.

"What'd he say?"

She sat next to him. "That we'd be risking too many lives for something that might not even work."

"So he said no?"

"He'll help," Cat sighed. "So will I."

He smiled. "Good Kitty."

"Tsk!" She scolded him. "Don't ever, ever, call me that!"

"It's your name," He said playfully.

"Don't be a tease," She pouted. "I'm here to talk about something important!"

"I'm sorry, go on..."

She glanced at him, thinking with annoyance that he was too attractive for his own good. "I think it's going to be just you looking after the city for a while."

The man hummed, he faced the city with an unreadable expression.

"You think you can handle it?"

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a big boy."

"Really?" She smirked. "How big?"

He laughed again. "I'm not answering that, Copy."

"Pity, the answer could disappoint me and I'd leave you alone..."

"Doubt it," Then he added quickly, "that you'd leave me alone— I'm not saying you wouldn't be disappointed—"

"Stop talking," She leaned her head on his shoulder and groaned. "Why can't you be immoral for a night? I'd let you have your way with me..."

"Thing is I love a challenge," He joked. "You're making it too easy."

She scoffed. "I've never played hard to get."

"You should try."

"I'll think about it," She patted his hand, then got to her feet. "Come on, there's a creep two streets down..."

"I hear it," He stood as well. "But I don't think he's dangerous..."

"Well, maybe, but don't you want to scare him just a bit?"

"Copy..."

She whined. "You're no fun."

"How did it go?"

"It was nice, actually. He asked about my new job, I said I don't get paid much and you know Tony, he immediately went mom-mode on me and asked if I was being exploited—"

"Cat, this is important."

"Yeah, I know," She frowned. "So are Tony's life and mine, and I'm sick of hearing you talk about them as if they're some hobby we picked to spend the time. How about you stop talking to me like I have no reading comprehension and I might not slap your pretty face?"

Steve raised his hands in surrender, he stepped back.

"Sorry. You can continue."

She kicked off her shoes and sank onto the couch next to him, rubbing her forehead. "It's hard, being an adult."

The blond man stared at her. "What made you change your mind?"

"What?"

"You didn't want to get involved, and I doubt it was us who convinced you in the end. Was it Pietro?"

Cat sighed. "Peter always believed in us... I promised we'd keep him safe and I couldn't do it. The least I can do is live up to his expectations and try one last time."

"Okay, here we go! Time travel test number one!" Banner announced. "Scott, fire up the... um, Van thing."

"Breakers are set," Steve listed, "emergency generators are on standby."

"Good, because if we blow up the grid I don't wanna lose, uh, tiny here, in the 1950s."

"Excuse me?" Scott yelped.

"He's kidding," Nat sang, "you can't say things like that."

"It was a bad joke," Banner muttered.

"It absolutely wasn't."

"Cat!"

"What? We should be honest!" She replied defensively. "Gulliver, if something happens, I'll sue and I'll get your daughter a large sum of sweet money. I know a great lawyer—"

"Cat, if you don't have questions, I suggest you stay quiet."

"I have a question," She gestured at Cap. "Why are you dressed like a suburban dad?"

"Alright, I revoke your right to ask questions at all."

The girl walked away from the controls, a smirk adorning her face.

"Scott, I'm gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense?"

"Perfectly not confusing!" Scott said sweetly.

"I like him," Cat whispered to Nat. "He's the kind of man I can manage without trying too hard."

"I hope you're joking," The woman muttered.

"Good luck, Scott. You got this."

"You're right. I do, Captain America."

He was sucked into the tunnel and Banner quickly got to work.

"On the count of three! Three... two... one!"

Scott came back, but... he was an infant.

"Uh... guys?" He spoke in a squeaky voice. "This doesn't feel right..."

"What is it?" Steve asked quietly. "What's going on?"

"Who is that?"

"Hold on—"

"Is that Scott?"

"Yes, it's Scott!" The kid said anxiously.

He got sucked back into the car's tunnel twice more only to appear back as an elder, and a baby respectively.

"When I say kill the power, kill the power!" Banner ordered.

"Oh my god," Nat rushed to the switch on the wall.

"Kill the power!"

Scott stumbled back into the room, everyone remained deadly quiet.

"Somebody peed my pants."

"Oh, thank God," Nat said, placing a hand on her chest and sighing.

"But... I don't know if it was baby me, or old me... or just me me."

"Time travel!" Banner smiled at them, spreading his arms in accomplishment.

Everyone stared at him in exasperation, Banner frowned.

"What? I see this as an absolute win."

Cat handed Scott clean clothes and told him to go change. "Sure... You relish on your victory while I make a call, alright?"

Steve walked out of the building, Nat sat and stared absently at the van, deep in thought, and Cat walked away from the group to have a bit of privacy.

"Hello?"

"You better be on your way," she whispered angrily.

"Watch your mouth, Heathen!" Tony scolded. "Don't upset me while I'm driving. You want to be the sole responsible for the demise of the savior who figured time travel out?"

"Wait, you serious?" Cat covered her mouth with one hand. "You bastard! It took you what, five minutes?"

"Fifteen. I had to take a quick bathroom break."

"Show off. I'll see you soon."

Cat ended the call, she stared at her phone for a moment before deciding it was best to get it over with. The girl searched through her contacts and clicked on Pietro's name.

"Hi!"

"You should sit down," She suggested right away.

The young man groaned. "I'm going to kill you."

"Maybe later. Hey, remember when you told me not to do anything stupid until you called? Well, I didn't do it before—"

"I have class in five minutes!"

"I joined the Avengers. Again."

"WHAT?"

"Tony found a way to travel through time, we're getting the stones."

She was lying when she'd said Happy's opinion was the only one she cared about.

"Oh, God."

"I told you to sit down..."

"Are you serious?"

"I wouldn't joke about this."

"I have to be there."

"No—"

"Copy, this is exactly what I was talking about all those years back!" He said. "We'll fix everything! This is what heroes do!"

"You have your own way to be a hero!"

"I have abilities that I haven't used in years. I could bring my boyfriend's family back— And Wanda!"

"We have plenty of people already— you don't..." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I won't convince you."

"No."

Cat wanted to throw her phone out the window. "See you soon, Speedy."

"We're doing the right thing."

"If you say so..."

"See ya!"

"Bye."

She found Tony talking to Steve, Cat's face lit up at the sight and she walked up to them.

"There he is!" She hugged Tony. "The man of the hour!"

"That's a proper welcome!" He kissed her temple. "Look at that Steve, does she hug you? I don't think so! I win!"

"It isn't a competition," Steve raised a brow.

"He gave you the shield back!" She pointed at the man's arm. "What do I get?"

"The chance to park my car in the shadow," He placed the keys in her hand. "Don't crash it or I'll sue you."

The young woman walked out of the building, she spotted the ship and raced to it excitedly.

"Nebula!"

The woman glanced at her as she walked past. "Cat."

"Missed you too!" She beamed.

"MIMI!"

"SMURF!"

Kurt teleported and caught her when she jumped into his arms, he lifted her off the ground and squeezed her.

"I missed you!"

"Me too!" He put her back on the ground. "Rocket's always grumpy now! I think he's been crying himself to sleep—"

Kurt got shot in the ass with a laser gun, he threw insults at Rocket.

"Hey there, Skrullly," He nodded at her. "Good to see you."

"You missed me, Rat?" She picked him up.

The raccoon immediately tried to squirm away. "PUT ME DOWN! YOU BETTER LET GO OF ME ON THREE OR—!"

"GROUP HUG!" Kurt exclaimed.

The mutants trapped Rocket in a crushing hug, the raccoon tried to look pissed about it, but he didn't fight to set himself free.

"You're not coming?" Rocket frowned. "I was told you're the sweet-talker of the team!"

"Only when I know what to say," She crossed her arms. "You're friends with Thor, right? You know him better."

"Weren't you friends with all the OG Avengers?" Kurt raised a brow.

"With the ones that were around," She shrugged. "I talked to Thor like three, maybe four times? I heard you formed a bond with him, Rocket, good luck with that! The guy's gone downhill since he killed Thanos."

"Well, if you're not going then I'm staying," Kurt wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and placed his cheek against her temple.

"You must be Wagner," Tony approached them. "Heard tons about you."

"All about how I tried to kill Mimi, I suppose," He smirked.

"You what?"

"Pietro said he'd be here tomorrow," Cat intervened, elbowing Kurt when Tony wasn't looking. "I tried to stop him, but you know how he is..."

"Why tomorrow? Let's pick him up tonight!" Kurt offered. "We can bring him to the compound in less than a minute!"

"Er..." She looked at Tony. "Can we?"

Tony smiled at her with delight. "You're asking for my permission?"

"I think so," she made a face, "old habits die hard. Forget it. We're picking up Pietro, Smurf."

"Sweet," He ruffled her hair. "You guys have food? I saw a guy eating vegan tacos but if you offer that to me I'll feed them to the dog."

"What dog?" Tony asked in confusion.

Cat and Kurt looked at Rocket, the raccoon had to be held back to stop him from killing the mutants.

There was a knock on the door, Pietro opened it.

Copycat and Nightcrawler were standing outside his room. The girl had sunglasses and the old leather jacket on, and Kurt was wearing a sweatshirt with the hoodie covering his head, he also had sunglasses on along with a facemask to hide the lower half of his face.

"Surprise," Cat smirked.

"I told you I'd be there tomorrow morning," Pietro blinked. "Not complaining, though..."

"We decided to pick you up."

"Pack your bags, pretty boy, we're leaving in two hours!" Kurt teleported to the bed and laid comfortably, Pietro scowled at him.

"I can't leave for at least another five. I gotta finish today's lessons..."

"We'll wait for you, right Smurf?"

"Got a bit of a jetlag, do you mind if I take a nap?"

The door opened abruptly. Pietro's roommate stopped and stared at the scene in shock.

"Hey," Pietro smiled. "Sorry, my sister decided to pay me a surprise visit."

"Er... it's fine," The stranger waved at Cat shyly. "Hi."

"What's up?" Kurt said from the bed, Copycat threw a pillow at him so the stranger wouldn't notice he had yellow eyes. She was glad she hadn't taken her sunglasses off or he would've seen hers were purple.

"There's been a family emergency, so I might not be around for about a week," Pietro told his friend.

"Or longer," She added.

The guy glanced at them awkwardly. "Just came here for my laptop charger..."

Pietro reached over to the desk and handed the cable to him.

"Thanks," He walked back to the hall. "Bye."

Once the door closed, Kurt chortled.

"Humans are adorable!"

"You gotta be careful," Pietro reprimanded. "Don't leave the room, okay? There's food in the bottom drawer if you get hungry. Let him sleep, that way at least he won't cause trouble."

"Noted," She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Don't pout at us, Pi! Things are only getting better, right?"

He smiled a little. "That's true."

They shared the first hopeful look in years, she patted his arm lovingly.

"Go be smart, we'll be waiting."

"Alright."

Pietro picked up his backpack and hoodie, he opened the door again but stopped for a moment before walking out.

"Copy?"

"Hmm?"

"You're going to see Peter soon."

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