Steve grinned a dopey grin as Natasha climbed into bed beside him. It was New Year's Eve, and even after sharing the room for over six month, he still struggled to believe he was really this lucky. He watched as she pulled off the diamond engagement ring he had given her for Christmas and carefully placed it on her bedside table. He was mesmerized by the way she punched her pillow not once but twice to get it just right for her head then he obediently turned off the lamp when told to do so. He couldn't resist pulling her in to his arms and kissing her neck in the spot that always drove her crazy.

"Steve, you've had way too much mead. You're going to be miserable in the morning," she warned, as she settled one hand on his chest to push him back onto the bed then proceeded to use him as her pillow, ignoring the one she had just punched into position.

"I'm not that drunk. Besides, James isn't home. You could have had a few drinks if you wanted."

Natasha sighed. "Afraid not, soldier. No alcohol for me for a long time."

Steve scratched his head. "You've already given up fighting. I don't think a few drinks on New Year's Eve when James is at a sleepover would make you a bad mom."

"Oh, I agree," Natasha replied, a coy grin on her face, "but a few drinks with his little brother or sister growing inside is a completely different story."

Steve sat up straight, suddenly feeling very sober. "Wait, what? We've been so careful."

"We've been mostly careful," Natasha agreed, "but, there was that night after your mission to Beirut. I wouldn't call that one careful, or the night we went to see the Russian ballet in the city? Definitely not careful that night."

"So, we're having a baby?" Steve asked, with a sudden need to clarify even though he knew the answer.

"No, Natasha replied. "According to Dr. Cho, we're having two. Congratulations, super soldier. You really out did yourself this time."

"Twins? We're having twins!" he grinned. "This is amazing," he added, reverently rubbing her still flat abdomen.

"It is pretty amazing and a little terrifying. It's too soon. It definitely doesn't fit in with the plan," Natasha replied.

"It's way better than the plan," Steve replied. "You are going to let me marry you before these two make their appearance, right?"

"I did say yes when you asked Christmas Eve. You haven't made me want to change my mind yet, so we might as well get it done," Natasha grinned. "Three children, Steve, three! Are you sure we can handle this?"

"I'm pretty sure we can handle anything, Nat. I love you."

"I love you, too, soldier."

"We need to tell James," Steve said with a slight frown. "He hasn't had us to himself for long."

"I think James will react better than Tony. James is a pretty amazing kid."

"He sure is," Steve agreed.

The next morning, they were happily cuddled on the couch when James came home. His bed head let Steve know his son had probably stayed up late playing video games, slept late, then threw his clothes on to catch his ride home.

"James, your dad and I need to tell you something important," Natasha began.

"Is something wrong?" James asked, a look of concern on his face.

"No, sport, something is actually pretty right," Steve assured his son.

"How do you feel about being a big brother?" Natasha asked.

"Uncle Tony says it's important we have another me, so I'm fine with it. I'll be a teenager by then though."

"What if you didn't have to wait?" Steve asked.

"Well, Tony said the timing would need to be exact to guarantee the baby is me. We did some calculations and the best day-"

"Ack, stop," Steve ordered before looking at Natasha. "What is Tony teaching our son?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to James. "James, what you're dad and I are trying to tell you is that I'm expecting. You're going to be a big brother in a little less than eight months."

James grinned. "Really?"

"Yes, really. We're expecting twins, so this is going to be a big change. We didn't exactly plan for this to happen, but we're a family," Natasha smiled, "we will make this work."

James hugged Natasha then Steve. "I'm going to be a big brother!" he exclaimed. "Can I be the one that tells Uncle Tony?"

"Go for it," Natasha replied. "We'll go over to the compound and tell the others in a few hours."

Fifteen minutes later, Steve's phone rang. "Rogers," he said as he answered.

"What did you do?" Tony asked. "And, twins? You should have discussed this with me, Capscycle. Exactly how many kids do you think I can handle?"

"Tony, we didn't exactly plan this, and there's no evidence that we didn't completely end Ultron. I'm sure Nat and I will be the ones raising the kids."

"You better be, Cap, because I'm sitting her petrified. Twins are a lot of work. Imagine what Wanda and her speedster brother must have been like as kids, and I've just about convinced Pepper we need one then there are the Barton three, or rather four if your kid's right. I'm only one man."

Natasha took the phone from Steve. "Don't panic, Stark. I don't plan on letting anything keep Steve or myself from raising these babies ourselves. You just keep monitoring those satellites and leave the parenting to us."

8 months later

Steve opened the door to the hospital room to let their friends meet the babies. James was already happily sitting beside his mother holding one baby while Natasha burped the other.

"Come on in, guys," Natasha called. "Meet our boys. This is Samuel Nicholas and that little angel is Anthony Ryan."

"Anthony?" Tony grinned. "I knew you liked me, Red. They are really something. Good job team Romangers. Look at these little Avengers in training! The future is looking pretty bright now."

Approximately 4 Years Later

"What do you mean the baby's name is going to be Sarah? It's supposed to be James, Rogers. How could you guys have messed this up so badly? Didn't you follow my flow chart? I spent years extrapolating the ideal time for you two to do what you do in order to make sure this baby was James. What if we have to send a James back in the past, huh? Well, we can't now, because you guys messed it all up."

"Tony, we already fixed the problem," Steve replied calmly. "Instead of panicking over this baby being a girl, think of her as your proof this isn't a time loop."

Tony was silent for a moment. "You do have a point."

"Of course, I do, and I wouldn't say anything negative to Natasha about the baby being a girl either. You know how her hormones respond during pregnancy, and this time has been worse than with the twins."

Tony shuddered. "Sounds like mini widow is already wreaking havoc. I'll keep my opinion to myself until after she gets here. Anyway, what's done is done. It's too late to fix it now. Worse case scenario, I'll just have to send a different Rogers' kid to fix any messes we made. You two sure have given me plenty to choose from."

"I wouldn't say that to Natasha right now either," Steve replied.

"Seriously, Cap, congratulations. You and Red have a really good thing going here. I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, Tony. I'm really happy for us, too.

Bonus scene:

Original Time Line aka "How I got your Mother"

6 Months post Age of Ultron

"Coffee?" Steve asked as Natasha walked into the common room.

"Yes, please. I don't smell any. You're slipping, Cap," Natasha smirked.

"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee with me this morning," Steve replied, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Roger's, when I said you needed to just ask some girl out for coffee, I didn't mean me," Natasha teased.

"Well, you did say I should get out there and go after the one I wanted," Steve countered.

"Steve," Natasha warned, "you really don't want me. Trust me. I'm not a good choice."

"Nat, you're my partner, my movie buddy, my best friend. There's nobody out there who even compares to you. If you aren't interested in me that way, just say so but don't tell me you aren't the best choice for me. You're the perfect choice." He paused. "I'm going to try this again. I want you to either say yes or no based on how you feel not what you think is best." Steve cleared his throat. "Natasha, I really want to take you to that expensive coffee shop that makes all those crazy designer coffees and I want it to be just the two of us. To be clear, I am asking you on a date. What do you say, Romanoff? Ready to take a chance on a fossil?"

"Get your jacket, old man. It's freezing out there, and I'm not going to have you go back on the ice before this date."

"Yes, ma'am," Steve replied. As he walked toward the door to grab his coat, he turned around with a smirk. "There's this great little Italian place I think would be perfect for our second date."

"Easy there, soldier. Let's get through the first date before you start planning a second one. One of us might come to our senses."

"Pretty sure I already have and I know exactly want I want, Nat. And, I know who I want, too. Let's go. We'll take my bike," Steve grinned, tossing Natasha a helmet.

Natasha smiled back at him. "This ought to be interesting," she thought as she followed him out the door.

The End