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November 30, 2013 – Brooklyn, New York – Barnes/Rogers Residence

She couldn't see her toes anymore and she was pretty sure that her stomach had acquired its own zip code by now. Gone was the sweet, romantic sex and in its place was jumping her boys whenever she wanted. Which, to be fair, was quite often. She'd managed to give Captain America a limp. A limp goddammit.

Natasha hovered around her almost nonstop and plied her cravings with chocolate chip cookies and excessively buttered popcorn. Tony made sure she was stimulated mentally, often coming to her and asking her opinion on her projects and inventions. Clint, however, had taken on the role of mother hen. Making sure all of her doctor appointments were met by her and the boys, that she was fed and watered, and that she was comfy while growing his godchild.

"Honey? Are you okay?"

Darcy looked up from the blanket she'd been knitting, a pale gold and green, and smiled tiredly. "It's been a long day – "

"It's noon," Bucky said flatly as he shut the apartment door behind him. "And you've only been awake since ten."

She sighed in exasperation. "You try making a human, then! It's hard! My ankles are swollen and I'm horny all the time and none of my clothes fit! I'm living in Steve's stupid grandpa flannels because it's the only thing that's comfortable."

"My grandpa flannels come in handy now, huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

Bucky sat on the couch next to her, his hands rubbing her swollen belly. "He better be cute."

"She's going to be adorable."

Steve groaned. "We're not having this fight again. As long as the baby's healthy, that's all that matters."

"You already painted the nursery pink, punk. Don't pretend to be impartial."

Darcy cocked her head. "Really?"

"Don't go in there, the paint's still drying."

December 18, 2013 – Manhattan, New York – Stark Tower

Two hours into waiting and worrying, Darcy felt liquid run down her legs and soak the almost threadbare leggings she'd been wearing.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." Darcy chanted as she struggled to get off the couch, not making much progress. "JARVIS, can you – fucking hell – can you get Pepper, please? Is there anyone else in the building?"

"Of course. Would you like me to alert the team as well? Dr. Banner is still in his lab – "

"For the love of God, JARVIS, please get someone. I'm in labor and I need to get off this damned couch like five minutes ago. Fuck!"

"Miss Potts is on her way."

Not even five minutes later and Pepper was bursting into the room, her expensive heels in her hand and only a single hair out of place. "Darcy – "

"Can you help me up, please? Mom – fuck! – can you get the boys here? They can't – they can't miss this."

The redhead choked up a little and nodded, helping her pseudo-daughter from the couch while calling for Bruce. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get Steve and Bucky back here."

"And my dad."

"And your dad," Pepper amended, her voice catching a little.

December 25, 2013 – Brooklyn, New York – Barnes/Rogers Residence

Clint looked down at the tiny infant in his arms. Her hair was dark like her mother's and she had the fullest lips on a baby that he's ever seen. And he just knew that when she opened her eyes, they'd be as blue as the damned ocean. "What'd you name her?" He asked gruffly.

She smiled and flopped back onto the couch, thankful that someone else was there to entertain her sleeping babe. "Sarah Francis Winifred Barnes-Rogers."

"God, what're you doin' to that kid? It's a fuckin' mouthful."

Darcy smiled. "I can take out the Francis, if you want – "

"No, no," Clint backpedaled. "It's a good name." And it was. A strong name. This little girl would have more people looking out for her than any other child in the world. She'd be protected and safe and so so loved.

"How's everything with Laura?"

It was a topic he'd been avoiding. Soul mates…it was hard to put into words how it was supposed to feel between two people that were bound to be together. Especially when the other part of his relationship was miserable.

He shrugged, smiling when Sarah cooed in his arms. "We have our good days and bad days. Right now, I think we're just tolerating each other. She's mad that I don't want more kids, I think her three are enough to keep us busy."

Darcy's brow furrowed. "Clint…you wanted kids – "

"We're not gettin' into this. We've been over it over and over again and I'm talked out, Darce. Let me live vicariously through you havin' this little one."

"Okay, okay. Just…I love you, okay?"

"I love you, too, babe."

July 13, 2014 – Brooklyn, New York – Barnes/Rogers Residence

A little plus sign stared back at her and she groaned loudly. "Not again. Jesus, not again."

Darcy had been craving jellybeans for almost two weeks and Clint had bought her the test, confirming what they both knew. She hung her head and sighed tiredly. Sarah was just starting to really sleep through the night and her body had reclaimed its normal curvy stature just to be messed up again.

"I don't know why you're upset," Clint said, leaning against the doorframe and smirking at her. "More babies is a good thing, right? I mean, another little girl would be – "

"It's a boy," she whispered, rubbing her flat stomach absently.

"Mother's intuition?"

Darcy smiled, hearing the boys traipse in the front door and Sarah's excited screams from her bassinet. "Yeah."

"Darce? Clint? Everything okay?" Bucky's voice filtered through the house.

The archer looked down at her in sympathy. "Do you wanna tell them? Or wait?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Nah. Sean shouldn't be hidden. Let's go bite the bullet."

He held up his hands. "I'm not the one that got you pregnant – wait, Sean?"

"It's a fitting name," she defended.

Clint smiled, "Very fitting. Let's go, sweetheart."

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