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The Tower: Family – 3

The Tower: Family
An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3252

Warnings:  Pregnancy, Mild angst, Smut (MMFF bisexual orgry, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, sex toys, sixty-nine+2)

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.


Chapter 3: Or Maybe More

Loki returned a few days later with information about why Natasha and Wanda were pregnant.  It turned out that the change our bodies went through reset us so that we were in peak physical condition.  Our bodies were working at the best they could be after our physical change that developed or new powers.  Which meant the hormonal medication people were taking to alter things, such as fertility, or brain chemicals, were flushed from their system.  So when we all slept together that night, we were at our peak fertility.  I, however, had a physical barrier in place to stop any kind of implantation, and while both Wanda and Natasha didn’t and got pregnant, mine just passed as normal when I got my period.

It was a little heartbreaking to hear, to be honest, but I figured it was probably for the best.  It was a lot for us to be dealing with Natasha and Wanda’s pregnancies.  Having me pregnant too would have just complicated it more.  I figured that Tony would think the same thing.  After all, he was getting what he wanted in a roundabout way, and it wasn’t like we couldn’t do it again in the future.  The main thing was getting Wanda and Natasha through this.  Thor had taken Natasha to Asgard to be looked over by the healers, and while they said they believed there was no reason her pregnancy wouldn’t progress as a normal healthy pregnancy, it was hard to know for sure.  So until she got to the point that we knew she was going to be okay, we had to be there for her.

It turned out, I was wrong.  I was getting ready for bed a few days after Loki’s second visit when he appeared in the bathroom behind me.

“El,” he said softly.

I spat out the toothpaste in my mouth and rinsed before turning to Tony.  “What’s wrong?  Has something happened?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head.  “Uh, no.  It’s just… you and me… you know?  And then all that stuff happened, and… well, then you never said anything.”

I blinked at him and furrowed my brow, not quite sure what he was getting at.  “I’m sorry, what?”

“Have you changed your mind?”  He asked, taking my hand.  “About the baby?”

“Nat and Wanda are pregnant,” I said, slightly confused.  “You said it didn’t matter if it was yours biologically.”

He started to pace up and down the bathroom.  “No.  Right.  Yes.  I don’t.  Really.  I’m gonna love those kids.  But… I wanted to… with you.  All of it.  Trying and getting the pregnancy tests and all of that.”

“But…” I said, furrowing my brow.  “Nat and Wanda are pregnant.  There are three babies coming.”

“We’ve brought twins into the world once already.  We can handle multiple,” Tony said, with that same self-assurance he was so good at faking.  Only this time, it wasn’t him and his false bravado.  He didn’t doubt for a second that four would be a big deal.

I sighed and leaned back against the vanity.  “Tony, that’s four infants.  At least.  On top of the two toddlers that we already have.”

“There’s -” he started counting off on his fingers.  “Ten of us.  We can handle a litter of kids.  And… you know, we have a lot of love to give.  That’s why we’re all together.  Isn’t it?”

I frowned and shook my head.  “I’m not saying ‘never,’ but… Nat needs me.  I can’t take this away from her.  And if we’re wrong and she miscarries… how could she be excited about Wanda and me being pregnant?”

“I don’t think… that’s not… but…” Tony spluttered as he paced the room again.

I felt tears prick my eyes, and I wiped them away, taking a deep, steadying breath.  “I know, Tony.  I want to. I do.  But… I can’t.  I can’t hurt her like that.”

“I’m not happy about this,” Tony huffed, turning away from me.  “But fine. I have to go and finalize some of Schroeder’s team.”

“Right now?” I asked skeptically.  It was a little painful that he was just going to go off and huff because I wouldn’t agree to this, and I had hoped he’d matured more than that.

“Yes,” he said.  “Some of the genotype specialists she wants are in Hong Kong.  And it’s like 9 am there… or something.”

I took his hand and gently squeezed it.  “I love you, you know?”

He turned back to me and pulled me into a hug.  “I love you too.  Even if I am a little upset right now.”

“It’s not a ‘never’ – just not now,” I mumbled into his chest.

“I guess,” he said.  “Hopefully, I stay ready.”

I looked up into his eyes and caressed his jaw.  “If you think you can lose being ready, then you weren’t ready in the first place.”

He let out a breath and nodded, pulling away.  “I’ll bring that up in therapy.  Listen, I really do have to call Hong Kong -” he checked his watch  “- fifteen minutes ago.  FRIDAY, call Nat.  Tell her she’s needed here.”

“Okay.  No problem,” I said.

“Sorry,” he said with a frown.

I shook my head.  “I’m the one that should be sorry.”

Tony looked back at me and approached me slowly.  “No, honey.  We’re gonna pause this, okay?  I love you,” he said and kissed my cheek and forehead.

I nodded.  “Okay,” I said softly, trying not to cry.

He left, and I went back to preparing for bed.  A moment later, Natasha came in.  “Hey.  Is something wrong?”

I shook my head and finished up putting on my night cream.  “No.  It’s fine.  I’m just going to bed.”

“Okay,” Natasha said, clearly disbelieving me.  “Where did Tony just go?”

“To sort out the medical team,” I answered as I headed into the bedroom.

Natasha followed after me.  “Right,” she said.  “El, talk to me.  It’s me.”

I got into bed and shook my head.  “It’s nothing.  Just… the day Thor showed up -”  I shook my head again and lay down, pulling up the covers.  I didn’t want to burden her with this.  She had enough to worry about to add Tony’s little wish on top of it seemed selfish.

She crawled in with me and ran the back of her fingers up and down my arm.  “Hi. It’s me.  Nat.  Remember?”

I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.  “Just before Thor got here, we – Tony and I were talking about things, and he asked if we could start trying for a baby.  After the wedding.  Like immediately after,” I explained.  “I said I needed to make sure everyone wanted it too, but I was excited.  But then it turned out you and Wanda are pregnant.  So that went on the backburner.  I thought he would be fine with it because he wanted more kids, and there’s going to be more kids.  It turns out he was a little more into the idea of me being pregnant with his biological kid than I thought.”

“Come here,” Natasha said, opening her arms.

I rolled into them and curled against her as she closed her arms around her.  “It’s fine,” I said, running my hand over her stomach.  “Not now isn’t not ever, and this little one is my baby too.  And his.  He’ll get used to the idea and be really excited when they get here.  You’ve seen him with the twins.  They’re his.”

Neither of us said anything for a little while; she just held me close and ran her hand gently up and down my back.  “You know I’m absolutely terrified, right?”  She said, breaking the silence.  “You’re the only one I’d ever admit that to.  Even if I look fine, I’m barely holding it together.  Even though Loki and the Asgardian healers said that everything looked completely healthy, I’m freaking out.”

I nodded and pressed a kiss to her collarbone.  “I know, honey.  I know.  I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love that Wanda is pregnant too.  She’s so excited.  It’s helped me, but…” She paused and took a deep breath.  “I just keep thinking that… that it would be better if…”

I pulled back from her.  “What?”

“That I wish you were pregnant too,” she said softly.

“What?”  I said, furrowing my brow.  “I don’t understand.”

“Okay, so hear me out,”  she said.  “So, I know you had a rough time the first time.  And yes, we all need to agree and be here this time.  You need to have a positive pregnancy.  But if you were pregnant and everyone was here with all of us.  You, me, and Wanda.  It might help me.  Don’t get me wrong -” her hand slid over her stomach to mine.  “I want this. I do.  But I’m so scared, and if you were going through it too, I think it would trigger those protective maternal instincts I got last time, and I might be okay.  If something went wrong with mine, I’d still have to protect you.  But right now, I feel like I’m going to stress out so much I’ll miscarry anyway.”

I started to cry silently and nuzzled into her shoulder.  “It would be like four babies.”

“I know,”  she said.  “And?”

“That’s a lot.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek.  “Not for us.”

I laughed softly.  “I need … everyone to agree to this Nat.  If even one person is on the fence.  I just… can’t.  I can’t go through that again.”

“Okay,” Natasha said.  “Can I talk to them?  I mean, you know Tony is all in.  But can I ask the others?”

“Yes,” I said in a small voice.

“Okay, I’ve got it,” Natasha said.  “Wanda is already on board, too – by the way.”

“You talked about it?”  I asked.

“More like, she talked at me,” Natasha said.

I furrowed my brow.  “What did she say?”

“Well, you know.  She has an unfair advantage,” Natasha explained.  “She knew Tony was ready.  She knew you were upset when you realized the IUD meant your pregnancy didn’t take.  That you were upset seeing the two of us getting the support you didn’t get.  She knew how I felt.  That I need you.”

I open and close my hand on her hip.  “I’m here either way.”

“No,” she said.  “Not like this.”

“They might not all agree.”

“They will,” she said.  “Trust me.  I’ll have you and Tony ready to go by tomorrow night.”

I chuckled softly.  “I’ll know if they really mean it, you know?  I can’t read minds, but I can feel what you’re feeling.”

“What do you think I’m going to do?”  Natasha teased, mocking offense.

I started giggling. “Knives.”

“I promise, Elise, no knives,” she said, pulling me close against her.

We started to kiss slowly and deeply; the only sound in the room was the soft wet smack of our lips moving together.  Her hand slid up under my sleep shirt and cupped my breast.  “Where are your shadows?” I asked as I kissed along her collarbone, pushing the strap of her tank top down.

“Hmm?”  She hummed, bunching my shirt up at the back and pulling it up over my head.

“Clint and Bucky,” I hummed as she leaned down and circled her tongue over my nipple.  “They never leave you alone for long.”

“FRIDAY said you needed me,” Natasha said, looking up at me.  “And I may have threatened to castrate them.  Shall we page them now we’re doing fun things?”

“Well, you know I’ll take everyone,” I hummed and tilted her head up to face me.  “You know I love you, right?”

“Old news,” she said.  “FRIDAY, page my boys.”

She kissed me hungrily and pushed her leg between mine and rolled her hips, grinding on my thigh.  I moaned into the kiss and tangled my hands in her hair.

The door burst open, and Clint and Bucky fell through it.  “Nat?  Is everything o- … ohhh…” Clint said.

“Looks like everything is okay,” Bucky said, taking off his shirt.  “Very okay.”

I giggled into Natasha’s lips, and she broke the kiss, curving her back as she leaned down and kissed me deeply.

“I dunno, Buck,” Clint teased.  “Don’t know how I feel about being treated like a piece of meat.”

Bucky moved up behind Clint and slowly ran his hands up Clint’s back as he ghosted his lips over the shell of Clint’s ear.  Clint hummed and leaned back against Bucky.  Bucky grabbed Clint by the back of the neck and shoved him forward, so he was bent over the bed.  “Who are you kidding, Barton?”  Bucky growled and yanked Clint’s pants down.  “You love being treated like a piece of meat.”

Clint groaned and rutted against the mattress.  “I do.  Fuck, Bucky.”

“So,” Bucky said, massaging Clint’s ass.  “Go take care of them.”

He spanked Clint’s ass, and Clint scrambled out of his clothes and up the bed behind Natasha, spooning her from behind as she kissed me.  As her hands slipped down between my legs, his hands ran up her stomach and cupped her breasts.  He kissed and sucked on her throat and rutted against her ass.  Bucky stripped off slowly as he watched the three of us, and spooned me.  His cock pressed against my ass, thick and hard, and he kissed my neck slowly.  I broke the kiss with Natasha and leaned back, capturing Bucky’s lips.  I rolled my hips so that my cunt rubbed against Natasha’s and Bucky’s cock ran up and down the crack of my ass.

My cunt ached and dripped, my fluids mixing with Natasha’s.  Natasha and Clint kissed, and he massaged both her breasts and mine.  Bucky put his hand on the back of Clint’s neck and rutted faster and faster against my ass, leaving a sticky trail on my skin.

Natasha broke the kiss and pushed me back.  Bucky moved to make room for us as Natasha straddled my face.  I immediately placed a large open-mouthed kiss on her cunt, rolling my tongue up her folds and licking up every drop of her arousal.   She leaned down and licked a stripe up my cunt.  I moaned and arched my back, pushing up against Natasha a little more.  Bucky and Clint moved to either end of us.  Clint was down at Natasha’s face, while Bucky was up near mine.  Bucky teased his cock head around Natasha’s entrance.  I licked over it and nipped at his foreskin as I continued to lap wide over Natasha’s cunt.  The bitter and salty taste of his precome mixed with the tart musk of Natasha’s cunt, filling my mouth.

Clint lifted my hips and pushed a pillow under my ass to keep it up.  He began to slide his cock up and down my folds as Natasha licked over both his cock and my cunt.

Both men lined themselves up, and then at once, thrust deep and hard into us.  All four of us moaned at once, and as I adjusted to Clint, I focused back on Natasha.

I licked from the base of Bucky’s cock to Natasha’s clit and sucked on the small bundle of nerves.  Natasha’s hips bucked against me and flicked her tongue over my clit.  My senses were overwhelmed.  The scent of Natasha cunt and the sweat from our skins as we moved together, her fluids dripped into my mouth, and a current ran through me, building in my core and spreading out, so my skin pricked and my muscles clenched and spasmed.  The harder Clint thrust, the less control I seemed to have.  I could feel their reactions through the threads that tethered me to them, and it intensified everything that little bit more.

My orgasm hit first.  I jerked up into her, clenching around Clint’s cock.  I cried out into her cunt as I came around Clint’s cock.

Natasha pulled forward, off Bucky’s cock, and pressed on a drawer above the bed.

“Whatcha getting, Nat?”  Clint asked, getting on his knees.  She pulled out a double-ended dildo and some glitter lube.  She slicked it up and ran one side up and down her folds as she kneeled with her legs slightly spread.  Bucky moved behind her and grabbed the toy near her hand.

“Why don’t you let me help you with that?”  Bucky said.  Natasha let it go and leaned back against him, stretching her arms back and wrapping her arms around Bucky’s neck.  Bucky teased the toy up and down her pussy before slowly easing it into her cunt.  Natasha moaned and closed her eyes.  She looked so sexy in that moment.  The way she leaned back against Bucky, she was stretched, and her muscles were taut.  Her breasts were firm, and her nipples hard and dark pink.

“Fuck, Nat.  You’re so fucking hot,” Clint groaned as he pumped his cock.  Bucky slowly fucked her with the toy and kissed her neck.

“I’m guessing the other end of this is going inside El?” Bucky said at a soft growl.

“Mm-hmm…” Natasha hummed, rolling her hips a little.

“And do you have plans for Clint and me?”  Bucky asked.

“Mmm…” she hummed again.  “You’re gonna fuck our asses.”

Clint groaned and started to lube up his cock as Natasha crawled down beside me. She pulled my leg up on her hip and slowly eased the toy into my cunt.  We started to roll our hips together, grinding our pussies together as moving, so the toy moved in and out, fucking us at the same time.  Clint spooned himself behind Natasha and kissed her neck.  “You’ve never let me do this before,” he said, sounding a little excited.

She tilted her head back and smirked at him.  “Aren’t you a lucky boy then?” She teased and captured his lips.

Bucky slicked his cock and spooned me, cupping my breasts as he rutted his dripping cock up and down my ass.  “You sure you want this, El?”  He asked softly.

“Yes, Buck,” I groaned.

He pinched my nipples and captured my lips, and as I moaned into the kiss, he eased his thick cock into my ass.

I mewled as he filled me.  With him and the toy, I felt stretched to breaking.  All four of us moved together slowly.  Hips rolling, hands caressing skin.  We were like one orgasm, each part working as one.  Lips moved from one person to the next.  We were locked so tightly together it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended.

Fingers touched my clit, and for a moment, I wasn’t even sure whose they were.  Clint rubbed the over-sensitive nub, sending jolts running through me. I came again, bucking against Natasha and my core clenching tight.  Bucky picked up his pace, and Clint seemed to match him.  Natasha’s orgasm seemed to follow mine quickly, and Bucky began rubbing her clit hard, dragging it out longer.  The men rutted harder and deeper into us, and almost as one, they jerked into us and came filling us.

“Fuck,” Clint moaned, and Bucky buried his face into my neck.

We lay tangled together, panting for quite a while.  I started dozing off by the time Bucky slipped from my ass, and Natasha pulled the toy free.  Both the men got up and cleaned both Natasha and I up and washed and packed up the toy.  By the time they were back in the bed spooning us, I was asleep.


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