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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Chapter 35

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

Bucky was the first to break into your room with surprising force. There was a complete look of panic on his face that made you raise your eyebrow. You could hear running footsteps down the hallway from probably either Steve and Sam following Bucky, or Fury and T'Challa.

Upon the people entering the room, it was all four.

"Y/N, are you alright?" T'Challa asked.

"I'm fine." You said, trying not to laugh at their obvious panic. "It's not like the baby is going to shoot out of me immediately. Calm down and breathe."

"Do you need help standing?" Fury asked. You could hear commotion down the hallway and finally Elizabeth was next to enter the room.

"What?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Her water broke." Sam said.

"Oh." Elizabeth stated, smiling. Then she looked quizzical, "Are you calling a doula?"

"I thought we were going to hospital." Tony said, entering the room next.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Welp, I don't trust the medical industry as far as I can throw them. See you guys tomorrow then."

You laughed at the typical Elizabeth fashion, before sliding out of the bed. Your soulmates immediately converged on you as though you were suddenly made of glass.

"Give her some breathing room." Stephen commanded, leaning against the wall.

You took Bucky's arm and he helped you out of the room. Upon exiting the house, you saw the large bus that Tony had gotten and equipped.

It wasn't really a bus, it was much smaller than that. It was painted black and had nice leather seats inside. It would fit everyone comfortably.

To your surprise though, Elizabeth was sitting behind the wheel, looking at the rest of you impatiently.

"I thought you didn't trust medical facilities?" You questioned as Bucky helped you up the stairs, putting you in the front seat.

"I don't." Elizabeth sighed, starting the bus so that Chandelier by SIA came on. "I hate hospitals, I don't trust them. But I'm not going to miss your babies birth either. As long as no one sticks me with some needles I'll be fine."

"Why would someone stick you with a needle?" Stephen asked in interest as he was the last to pile onto the bus.

Elizabeth looked at him seriously and said, "Why, because vaccines send our brainwaves to Facebook so that Zuckerberg can read all of our thoughts."

She threw a wink at you as you tried to keep your face straight. Stephen was missing an inside joke as he had never been on the gymnastics team with you. He didn't know the story.

Meanwhile, Stephen was staring at Elizabeth in the utmost confusion, trying to figure out how someone he thought was highly intelligent had suddenly come out with the most ridiculous conspiracy theory he'd ever heard.

At least, until he realized both of you were holding in laughs and he rolled his eyes, sulking next to Tony who hadn't heard a word that had passed between the two of them.

Elizabeth finally dropped the lot of you off at the hospital doors before she went to park.

Tony checked you in at the front desk and a nurse brought you to a room in the maternity ward.

"On a scale of one to ten, how painful are your contractions?" The nurse asked.

"Just a one right now." You said. You could barely feel them at the moment.

"Triplets, right?" She confirmed.

"Yes."

She simply nodded, marking stuff off on her clipboard. "You have you taken any medication while you were pregnant?"

"No." You said. Elizabeth, Wanda, Stacy, and Nat had all shown you different books where it was scientifically proven that taking even an Advil or a Tylenol for a headache could prove detrimental to a baby's organs since they were forming in your womb and didn't have a strong enough system to deal with second hand drugs.

There was a slight purse of the woman's lips as she made another mark on her clipboard. "Who is or are your soulmates?"

Was that actually pertinent information?

"We are," Tony said, gesturing behind him to the eleven of them.

The nurse had a glimmer of recognition behind her eyes, her cheeks burning pink. "I see. Which ones are the father?"

"Unimportant. They're all of ours." Tony finished again.

You smiled.

The nurse seemed aggravated with Tony's interference. "Biologically."

"Like said, it doesn't matter." Loki said slyly. The nurse paled seeing him, made another note and gave you a strained smile. "The doctor will be with you shortly."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, settling herself on a chair on the far side of the room. She plugged headphones in her ears and you could hear her blasting a mixture of BLACKPINK and also Tom MacDonald. You smiled a little.

Steve was also in the corner of the room, an artbook in hand. You wondered what he was working on.

T'Challa wasn't in the room, on the phone with Shuri who had wanted to know the moment your water broke. Fury was on one side of the bed, his good eye roving the bed carefully. Clint, Rhodey, and Bucky were on the other side of the bed.

Thor, Tony, and Sam had taken the couch in the room, that was pressed up against the window, while Loki had his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window.

Stephen hovered around, his sharp eyes taking in every medicine that they planned to use.

"No anesthesias." He said to you. "You want to be conscious and aware when you have the children. You don't want to be asleep while you do it, even if there is some pain."

You just nodded. You had been over these steps hundreds of times. But of course, they were starting to feel helpless and nervous now that you were actually at the point where the babies would actually start coming.

Funnily enough, nothing actually happened except a few contractions. You slept the entire night almost pain free, before waking up again the next morning.

Everyone else looked like they'd either slept well or badly. Elizabeth and Stephen both looked like they hadn't slept at all.

"We're going to go and get some breakfast for you, okay?" Tony said, leaving you behind with a still fast asleep Clint- on the couch this time instead of the vents- Elizabeth in the corner, and Stephen who was refusing to leave your side.

Stephen started lightly dozing, trying to keep himself awake for the most part. Elizabeth just stared at the wall, one earbud in, music blasting.

"Hey, Elizabeth?" You asked and she paused the music to look at you, "Why don't you trust the doctors?"

She winced, looking up into the room before coming to sit next to you on the bed, "They have microphones in here you know."

"They do?" You whispered back.

She nodded, "They use them in case an abusive parents comes in. That's why doctors leave so long between the switching or nurse to doctor so that they can overhear if a mother or father is telling their child to tell a certain story to the doctor."

"I never knew that."

"Me neither. My mother told me. A nurse told her." Elizabeth mumbled and then said, "There are shots that doctors give children when they are six months old. There has been a lot of debate about whether or not these shots later cause metal problems in children. When I was six months old, I had an allergic reaction to the whooping cough vaccine."

"Oh?" You looked at her.

She gave a stiff nod, "It was only two hours after we got home. My mum laid me down in the crib. If she had come to check on me five minutes later, she would've missed the reaction I had. I was screaming and she thought I was having a seizure. They immediately took me to the doctors. They couldn't find anything wrong with me. Another nurse pulled my mother to the side and asked for her to tell her what had happened. My mother described the entire day."

"What did the nurse say?"

"She said that when she was in medical school, they used to teach that seizures were a side-effect of the whooping cough vaccine. However, they don't teach the young nurses that anymore. The doctors refused to say there was anything wrong with me. Even to this day, they still try to push the vaccine on me. Whenever I say I'm allergic, they still try and press it on me."

"But why?"

She shrugged, "'It's just a five minute seizure and you're protecting the old and young alike!'"

"They said that to you?"

"They're corrupt. They're all corrupt." Elizabeth muttered, hugging her knees.

Stephen's eyes were open, watching Elizabeth. You wondered what he was thinking about, as he had once been a doctor- although he wasn't the kind of doctor giving vaccines, but performing brain surgeries.

You had no idea what to say, so you just put a comforting arm over her shoulder.

A half hour later, the boys came back with food from Panda Express. Elizabeth perked up, eagerly accepting her fried rice and orange chicken bowl. You had gotten the same thing, with an addition of the lo mien noodles, and the two of you ate. Elizabeth slowly shifted back to her corner so that the boys could sit around you.

More hours passed. A lot of them drifted in and out of sleep, including yourself. But everytime you were awake or awoke, Elizabeth was still awake, curled into herself.

"Elizabeth." You said when all the boys had collectively decided to take a walk and bring back dinner. Your contractions had gotten slightly more painful and the doctor was sure that they would be out either tonight or early tomorrow morning, "Seriously, call Pietro or Hogun and go home. You don't have to be here."

She just shook her head, the stubborn ice ninja she was. "I'm fine, really."

You didn't push it.

"Here." Tony said proudly, putting your favorite dish from your favorite restaurant in front of you.

"Thanks Tones." You said, smiling at him. You leaned upwards a bit and he quickly dipped down so that you could kiss his cheek.

A few hours later, it was around eleven o'clock and you hit your first huge contraction. You gritted your teeth in pain, hating the fact that this was happening. But at the same time, you were ecstatic.

Your babies were finally coming!

The doctor showed up and they made the others clear the room. Stephen was the only one they allowed to stay, though you had a sneaking suspicion that Loki was invisible somewhere in the room. And it wouldn't have surprised you if Clint made his way into the vent in your room.

You followed the doctors orders to the dot. If he said push, you pushed. If he told you to relax, you did as told. They all seemed rather nervous with Stephen in the room, like they were scared of failing under his watch.

Eventually after a good twenty minutes, the first baby was out. It was obviously Bucky's, just by the fact that it was a girl. One of the nurses took her over to the other side of the room to clean her off before coming to lay her on your chest.

She was a precious thing, tiny. Though she had just come from the room, she already had a mess of brown fluff on her head. You nudged her lightly for her to take your bud into her tiny mouth so that she would get used to breast-feeding. It was the healthiest choice for them.

She seemed a natural, sucking though she couldn't actually find any milk. The doctor handed her over to Stephen who took her carefully into his arms as another contraction hit and the second baby was on his way.

"Do you have a name?" Stephen asked over the nurses shoulder, trying to distract me a little bit.

"No idea." You muttered through your teeth as you pushed.

"The second one is almost here." The doctor said, smiling at you, trying to reassure you.

There was a lot of pain and the nurse on the other side of you was telling you in undertone that it wasn't to late to take something to knock you out yet.

You refused. You could do this naturally. After all, if mothers could push out a half dozen babies back in the 1800s with no medicine and in the middle of nowhere, you could push out three in a hospital room with none too.

Natural birth. You just wanted your babies to be born naturally.

The second baby was out and the third was very close to coming out as well, slipping out only seconds after his brother.

The doctor chuckled, "Technically, this one is now a single and those two are twins."

You looked at the clock. 12:01. Damn.

Stephen chuckled, coming over to see how you were holding up as they laid the boys down on your chest.

"How are you feeling darling?"

"Fantastic." You huffed with a light laugh and a huge smile on your face.

The second boy was slightly lighter than his brother. He was very obviously mixed, whereas the third baby was much darker.

"Which one do you think is which?" You asked Stephen.

"You'll have to ask Thor." Loki said, appearing visible now in the corner.

One of the nurses jumped, screeching, running from the room. Loki rolled his eyes and Stephen sighed.

"Hi Lokes." You said sternly, trying not to smile. Loki just grinned.

"Can Bucky come in first with Stevie and Sam?" You asked Stephen. "I want him to see his baby girl first since he's been so terrified."

Stephen nodded, carefully placing the little girl on your chest too. Your arms came up to hug all three of them and Loki carefully moved over to put his hand on one of the boys backs.

Bucky came into the room quickly, Steve and Sam shadowing his footsteps. He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair sticking out every which way like he'd been messing with it. His red shirt was wrinkled and a huge smile lit up his face when he saw the little girl on your chest.

"Does she have a name yet?" He asked as he picked her up carefully in his arms.

"No. I didn't know if you had any preferences." You said earnestly. "I mean, I have names, but um. . . they're not very good."

"Can I hear 'em doll?" Bucky asked sincerely. "I named my cat after a plant."

You giggled. "Alpine is a perfectly good name for a cat. I don't know." You said, growing more serious. "I was kind've thinking something sort've. . . old timey, you know? Like Ruth or Daphne. Lucy. Sadie maybe. Angela. Those sorts of names."

[I know a lot of fanfics have them name their kids after like their dead parents but I'm just like- I can't. Like maybe middle names, but not first names. I honestly just can't. Also, every name mentioned here is on my baby list so yeah-]

"I like all of those." Bucky said. He looked at her. "She looks like a Lucy."

You giggled, "Lucy then?"

"Lucy Sarah." Bucky finished.

"Last name?" The nurse asked.

You all looked at each other. Usually soulmates came up with a name that combined the two last names. Yours was just a tad to long to do that.

"Marvel." You finished.

The nurses nodded.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam went to sit in the corner of the room with Lucy while Loki left to go and get Fury, T'Challa, and Thor.

Thor entered first, picking up the lighter skinned baby, before handing him to Fury. T'Challa picked up the darker one in his hands.

"Do you have names for them, my Nkosazana?" T'Challa asked.

"Yes. Fury's is Vincent and yours is Marcel, though I have not decided on middle names." You said. The names had just hit you as you saw your soulmates hold them.

"Vincent Jack." Fury said. He looked around, "Do we have an official last name that's better than than what we have at the moment?"

"Marvel." You said.

He squinted, "You mean Mar-vel?"

"Marvel." You said, smirking and then shrugged. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. has started calling me Mrs. Marvel ever since I've been married to you guys. I think it's better than Mrs. Avenger but ya know."

Sam smirked at you before turning back to Lucy.

"Yomoya." T'Challa said. "It means of the wind. A free spirit. That will be his middle name."

The nurse blushed, "Er- and could you spell that out for me?"

You smirked and then relaxed into your pillows. Everything had gone as smoothly as you could hope.

The others slowly filed in. Elizabeth hung around Bucky and the soldiers, looking at little Lucy.

"Okay." One of the nurses came in with a needle. You saw Elizabeth cringe backwards.

"What's that for?" Tony asked, frowning slightly.

"We always give this to mothers before they leave the hospital with their babies." The nurse said, looking somewhat blankly at Tony. "It's a DTaP vaccine. It's the whooping cough, diphtheria, and tetanus shot. It's just to keep the babies safe as they are susceptible to these diseases easiest."

You saw Elizabeth pale. She stood and hurried from the room.

Stephen's eyes trailed after her, "We don't need it."

The nurse frowned, "It's mandatory."

Since when?

"No, I mean, we don't need it." Stephen said with a charming smile, "We have a private doctor. You'll have to forgive us, but we are the Avengers after all. The only shots we get are from a friend of ours, Bruce Banner, the Hulk. He'll give her the shot when we get back to the compound."

The others just stared at him, not aware of why he was lying through his teeth.

"Oh." The nurse said, looking troubled, "That's fine. . . I guess."

She looked rather taken aback and then left the room.

"Wha-" Stephen stopped Tony from talking with a simple shake of his head.

Bucky stood up quickly, obviously thinking a threat was around, "We can go home now, right?" He held Lucy protectively to his chest.

"Yes, let's go." Stephen said. Rhodey hurried to the front to sign the rest of you out. Clint got you a wheel chair so that you didn't have to walk. T'Challa let you hold Marcel on your lap while Thor rolled you out.

Rhodey drove home instead, Elizabeth finally falling fast asleep in the bus. You smiled as Stephen put a blanket around her shoulders. Then he sat next to you.

"What was that in the hospital?" You asked curiously.

"Bruce does have vaccines if you want them." Stephen said thoughtfully. "I don't know. Hearing Elizabeth's story, it just. . . made me realize some things. It's up to you of course. I want to wait on the kids though, if that's okay. Their organs are still growing so if we want to get them vaccinated, I'd much rather wait till they are around six or eight years old, if that is alright with you. T'Challa won't have his kids vaccinated period, but it is really up to you for Lucy and Vincent."

You nodded, "I [Will/Won't]"

Once you guys pulled up to the mansion, Steve helped roll you inside while everyone gathered there. Hogun stayed just long enough to glance over the babies and find out their names before he was ushering Elizabeth off to bed. Pietro soon followed.

You were slowly falling asleep, having had a stressful, confusing, and also euphoric night. You're kids were here.

And if you honestly couldn't wait to have more.

"Let's go put them to bed, eh?" Steve said to Bucky, clapping him on the shoulder. Bucky hadn't put Lucy down once since you had handed her over. He couldn't see to be able to tear his eyes from her.

"Look how tiny she is in my arms." Bucky murmured, smiling down at the sleeping babe. "She fits just perfectly. And she doesn't even seem to hate my metal arm!"

Your heart melted, a smile coming over her face, "C'mon Bucky bear, let's put her to bed."

Bucky nodded again and you slowly got out of the wheelchair. You were super fricking sore, but Steve and Sam made sure to walk next to you if you needed it.

Inside the Princess themed room, Bucky finally laid the baby girl down in her pink crib. He tucked a pink blanket around her.

The three of them went ahead and climbed into the bed underneath the Princess castle, knowing full well that they were going to have to get up every two hours to feed and take care of her.

In the room across, Nick and Maria were leaning over Vincent's' crib, the both of them smiling. T'Challa had already laid Marcel down, snapping a picture to send to his mother and sister. He put an arm around me and kissed me.

"Are you doing alright Nkosazana?"

You simply nodded, exhausted. "I'll see you guys in the m-morning."

Nick wrapped his arms around you, placing a firm kiss on your lips, "Sleep tight babydoll."

"You too muscles." You winked, before heading back to the room with Lucy and your soldier boys.

You wiggled your way into the middle of them. Steve and Sam wrapped arms around you. Bucky's eyes were open, fixated on the crib. A warm smile and eyes full of love was all you could see.

You snuggled into Steve's chest and promptly fell asleep.

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beeps-mess · 2 years ago

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Autistic Reader + NCIS Team (Part Two)

Once again, little drabbles of a gender-neutral reader with autism interacting with the NCIS team. This one has Jack, Ducky, Tony, Tim, Kasie, and Nick.

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Jack had picked up on your routine and habits quickly. She knew what time you arrived every morning, she knew how you took your coffee, and that you had to have a specific lid on the cup or else the texture made everything taste horrible when drinking. This information came into hand pretty soon after she noticed it. You had stayed at the office with Gibbs, working through different paperwork, and Tim had tried to be nice by picking you up coffee. Unfortunately, you had worked yourself to the bone, too tired to speak up when you felt the gross paper lid on your lips. Logically, Jack knew you were most likely semi-verbal, if not nonverbal, and waited until you had left to go to the restroom to explain the preference when it came to lid texture. By the time you came back, there was a plastic lid on the coffee cup, one that didn’t make you want to spit the drink back out. You spun around the room, seeing blonde hair retreat into her office before you could even call out her name. A plastic reusable lid showed up on your desk the next week, fitting onto the cups from the nearest coffee shop that had the paper lids.

In your early days at NCIS, you avoided the morgue, finding the smell of bleach too overwhelming. As time went on, you got attached to Ducky, facing the strong smell to talk to the doctor. You would go back and forth with random stories, Ducky having heard so many of your stories that he started telling them when they related to a case. At some point, the conversations always made it to the topic of documentaries, a shared love between the two of you. Most days there would be a suggestion on a topic or feedback on a recommendation documentary. At one point, the two of you ended up bumping into each other when checking out DVDs at the same location, deciding it would just be easier to watch them together. It became the normal thing for the two of you to get together twice a month to watch a documentary, the host deciding which one. It was a constant in your life, something you appreciated very much.

When Tony heard you liked a good amount of Steven Spielberg’s movies he was excited, hoping you would like some other classics, but he was wrong. You liked the Jurassic Park movies the most, the Indiana Jones and Back to the Future movies following closely but that was really it. Jaws was okay, Gremlins wasn’t really your thing, and you had a strange distaste for the Goonies, something that made Tony explode when you told him. It was even worse when you said Shrek was a piece of art. All of his other films were too emotional or just didn’t catch your eye. To put it simply, Tony was frustrated, thus, starting a tradition. Once a month you would sit down with Tony and a bowl of popcorn to watch any film he deemed a classic. It was hit and miss, some being great while others just seemed plain dumb. You did appreciate his consideration when it came to the loud noises in the movies, knowing when to turn the volume down or warning you. After multiple movies though, you felt that you needed to share too, causing a rotation to start. One month, he would choose one of his classics, the next, you would choose a sci-fi movie you liked. You didn’t notice how much you liked the silly tradition until he became an agent at sea, which stopped the movies. He would try to throw out movie suggestions but you could never sit down long enough to actually start the film, something he was amused by when he eventually came back.

Tim had stumbled onto you and Tony bickering about movies one day, which piqued his interest. Only really doing so because the topic of the bickering was whether or not Han Solo was a douche. Tony was of the opinion that he wasn’t but you were convinced he was. Tim realized his mistake the moment he realized the topic though. Never walk into a room where two people are bickering especially if it was between you and Tony regarding films. He was immediately asked his stance, causing the conversation to end quickly when he meekly agreed with you. The topic of Star Wars wasn’t brought up again for a while, with work taking up the majority of Tim and your conversations. The topic was finally brought up again when you mentioned going home and being bored, Tim offering for you to come over and watch Star Wars with him. From there, your friendship expanded. Free time at work was spent chatting about similar nerdy stuff and scheduling movie get-togethers.

Kasie had taken up Abby’s tradition of making apparel for new NCIS agents but also added the tradition of making yearly sweaters or caps for the team. Every winter season they were handed out, a cap going to Nick while everyone else would get a sweater. It was a cute tradition and one that you loved until she tried out a new type of yarn. It was horrible. The texture was uncomfortable and you left the sweater in the box for weeks after you got it. Kasie didn’t know until the yearly holiday get-together. Everyone had shown up wearing their gifts except you, who chose to wear the one from last year. She had frowned, only figuring out that you might’ve disliked the yarn texture then. The next week, a new sweater arrived on your desk, the same design and the old one was nowhere to be found.

It was common knowledge that Nick wasn’t the best with words, often panicking when people are emotional around him, so it was surprising for him to sit next to you while you sobbed your ass off. You had gotten deep into a case, becoming horribly sad when another person fell victim to the killer. Nick just sat with you, explaining he didn’t do words but if you needed company he was there. When he tried to stand your hand reached out, grasping his wrist, making him sit back down. He sat with you for an hour in silence.

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