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The Tower: Happily Ever After – 36

The Tower: Happily Ever After
An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Reference

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: 2026

Warnings:  talk of sex

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children.  Yet things aren’t perfect.  Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.  When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 36: Childhood Dreams

A few days after the orgy we were taking a day to all be together.  Not sexual and it wasn’t something we all officially agreed to do, it was almost as if the fact that half of us had sexually strayed we now wanted to emotionally bond.

It wasn’t just us though.  We had all the grandchildren with us, as well as Nova and Thour, Mar, and Sarah.  The twins were being very active.  They hadn’t figured out crawling yet, but they had figured out that if they held onto someone’s hand they could walk, so Mar and Sarah were trying to race them around the living room.  Their giggling and excitement had set off the vulparev who were chasing them around and chittering excitedly which in turn made Zak, Piper, and Flynn join in the chase, squealing loudly as they tore around the room, bumping into everything including each other.

It was nice.  Not relaxed per se – but good.  The kind of family time we used to have before coming to Asgard when ruling and setting up the comms didn’t keep pulling us away from each other every day.  I hoped that now we were becoming more settled and that Thor was settled back into his role as king, it might mean we had more time to spend with each other as a family.

“And Nova’s the winner!” Mar cheered, picking up the little boy and tossing him into the air.  He squealed loudly and broke down into giggles when Mar caught him and spun around in a circle.  It was such an infectious sound, not a single person wasn’t at least also smiling.

There was a knock on the door and Rebecca let herself in.  She was dressed in her Valkyrie armor and she looked a little flushed.  “Oh,” she said, stopping dead.  “Are you all busy?”

Thor stood looking at Rebecca with concern.  “Is everything okay, daughter?”

“Yeah, dad,” she said.  “I just wanted to show mom something?”

“Me?” I asked, standing.  “What is it?”

“Good things,” she said.  “Can you come?  If you’re busy…”

I looked around at the others and Steve waved me off.  “Go.  It’s fine.  They’re all fed and happy.  If they need anything we can give them some porridge or yogurt.”

“Okay,” I said.  “Where are we going?”

“To the stables.  Put on pants,” Rebecca said.

I nodded and went to the bedroom, changing from the light dress I had on to a pair of jeans and a tunic, and quickly tying back my hair.  When I came back out Rebecca was holding Thour while Piper and Flynn swung off her free arm.

“Oh thank god, I’m saved,” she teased, as she passed all the children off to Bucky.  “Come on, mom.  Hurry up.”

“Where are we going?” I asked as I followed her into the hall.

“It’s a surprise,” she said.  “I’m hoping we get a double surprise because I saw something scandalous on the way up, and I’m really hoping I can show you.”

“What?  What did you see?” I asked as I practically ran to keep up with her.  She put her finger on her lips and cheekily raised her eyebrows at me.

I followed her down through the corridors winding our way outside, but not in the direction of the stables I usually rode in.  When we reached one corner she slowed down to a tip-toe and waved to me to slow down.  Each step she took was silent as she crept forward.  Thanks to the threads, I knew that Tommy was around the corner, so we were about to scare the shit out of him, but I had no idea what he’d be doing that was so scandalous.

Rebecca crept up to the corner and peered around it.  I could feel her excitement radiating off her and a sly smile crossed her lips.

“Busted!” she shouted, jumping out from around the corner suddenly.

“Becca!” Tommy shrieked.  “What the hell?!”

I came around the corner to find a very flustered Katveil with a very annoyed-looking Tommy.  Both had the puffy lips of people who had just been making out for an extended period and given it had taken me at least ten minutes to get changed, that seemed quite likely.

“Mom!” Tommy yelped and turned back on Rebecca.  “Becca, seriously?!”

Rebecca threw her head back as she roared with laughter.  Katveil fidgeted nervously as she seemed to try to hide behind Tommy.

“I’m so sorry, Tommy,” I said, trying not to laugh.  “I didn’t know what she was doing.”

“Oh come on, mom,” Rebecca laughed.  “Like you didn’t want to see that your matchmaking worked.”

“I am really happy for you both,” I said.

“Thank you,” Katveil said as Tommy threw his hands in the air and spoke over her.

“I wasn’t ready to tell anyone!”

“Shouldn’t have been making out in the corridor for twenty minutes then,” Rebecca teased.  “Tommy and Kat, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.”

“Becca!” Tommy shouted as Katveil started giggling.

I grabbed Rebecca by the arm and began pulling her away.  “I love that you’re together.  Take your time with it though,” I said as I dragged Rebecca away while she laughed in hysterics.  “We should have dinner sometime!”

“You’re so cheeky,” I scolded as Rebecca began heading back in the direction she was taking me.

“Oh come on,” she laughed.  “They could have been in Tommy’s chambers.  He brought that on himself.”

“Have they been seeing each other since the naming day?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said.  “He’s really been playing it on the down-low.  I’m sure Daj knows though.  You should ask her.”

“Why aren’t my kids telling me when they’re dating people?” I said.  “Are you dating anyone you’re keeping secret?”

“Who, me?” she asked.  “I date my job.  You know that.  The whole romance thing is a bit -” she blew a raspberry.  “I like swords.”

I laughed.  “Swords are pretty awesome.”

“As for the other thing,” Rebecca said, putting her elbow around mine.  “You guys are so into us being happy and making sure we can all come to you about everything that when we do date people you are so very, very welcoming.  It’s a lot of pressure for them to be ‘the’ one.  You know?  We all know that’s not how you mean it, you’re just trying to make sure they don’t feel like our hulk dad, and our Norse god dad, and our two super-soldier dads, won’t beat the ever-living shit out of them if things go south.  But at the same time, it’s a lot of pressure for everyone.  Us to not keep bringing home different people all the time.  The people we’re seeing to have to meet our ten superhero parents.  You guys to be all open and welcoming even if you are worried about us getting hurt.  So we just wait until it feels a little serious.”

“Well, I guess that’s fair,” I said.  “Though we definitely don’t mean for it to be that much pressure.”

“I know,” she said, nudging me.  “But also, I’ve never got anyone that I want to bring home anyway.  So no use telling me.”

I laughed and nudged her back.  “You’re a brat, you know that?”

“A brat that’s about to be the favorite kid,” she said.  “Come on.”

She picked up her pace so I was practically jogging along with her until she led me out a door into a courtyard I’d never been to before.  Some Valkyrie were sparring with each other, and others were practicing archery, and some were leading winged horses through the courtyard.

Brunnhilde spotted us as we came out and came jogging over.  She was in her full uniform again.  It was a strange contrast to the last time I’d seen her.  “Your majesty,” she said.  “I’m glad you could make it.”

“What’s going on?” I asked, now more confused than ever.

“Thought you might like to go for a ride,” she said with a smirk.

“Oh my god,” I gasped.  “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” she said.  “Come on.”

I followed after her, almost skipping along with excitement.  Rebecca nudged me.  “Am I your favorite?” she teased.

“You’re well up there, honey,” I joked.

We reached a large grey winged horse that nodded and huffed as we came close.  “This is Agadis.  You’ve ridden the non-flying kind of horse, right?”

“Oh yeah,” I said.  “Loki even let me ride Sleipnir one time.  That guy is fast.  And I can do it bareback, but I tend to use a saddle.”

“Okay, well getting on is the same, only there are wings now too,” you need to be careful not to pull feathers.  “As you can see we don’t use any kind of saddles or armor on them.  It’s all leg commands.  Get up and I’ll walk you through it.”

I swung up onto the horse’s back and Brunnhilde ran me through the commands and how to sit correctly, with Rebecca sometimes translating when I got confused.  Agadis was a huge and powerful animal, but thankfully extremely well trained.  Brunnhilde had me do several laps of the courtyard making sure I could handle myself.  I took him for a trot and a canter and then both Rebecca and Brunnhilde mounted their own horses.

“Ready, mom?” Rebecca asked.

“So ready,” I said.  I could already tell my adrenaline had spiked.  I was completely buzzing and my heart was hammering in my chest.

“After me,” Brunnhilde said.  “Rebecca, go behind the queen.”

She gave her horse a kick and it cantered down the length of the courtyard before taking off.  I followed about a length behind, holding tight to Agadis’ mane and remembering to nudge him up when it was time to take off.

He spread his wings and flapped them as he took off.  The movement was like going over a high jump, only there was no down, and the way his massive wings beat hard to gain altitude shook his whole body and created a gust that was almost painful on my legs.

I was no stranger to riding horses or flying or doing things that put my life at actual risk, yet even still this was indescribable.  Being on this horse with no saddle and no reigns as it soared above Asgard took my breath away.  My heart hammered in my chest and tears from the airspeed pricked my eyes.  I felt alive and exhilarated

Brunnhilde led us around the city and out into the countryside and back again.  It was a view I had seen plenty of times both in my suit and using Mjolnir, but there was something about seeing it from a winged horse that made it seem even more magical.  Like I’d stepped into the pages of a fairytale.  If my thirteen-year-old self knew that she’d get this life when she’d grown up she might have found it a little easier to endure what she went through.

When we finally came into land again, I felt high on adrenaline and elated.  I jumped off the horse and ran over to Rebecca and hugged her.  “That was amazing,” I said, squeezing her.  “Thank you, baby.”

She hugged me back and rubbed my back.  “Don’t thank me.  Thanks, Hilde.  She’s the one who told me to go get you.”

I pulled away from Rebecca and turned to Brunnhilde.  “You did?  Why?”

She shrugged.  “You looked like you could use a friend who didn’t fawn on you.  And maybe I thought you needed a special treat,” she quirked her eyebrow at me and I started laughing.

I went and hugged her too. “Thank you,” I said.  “I’m going to be buzzing from that for weeks.”

“Anytime, your majesty,” she said.  “Now go on.  I have work to do.  Rebecca, walk her back, would you?”

“You got it, boss,” she said.  “Come on, mom.  Let’s get you home.”

As I headed back with Rebecca babbling about how great the ride was to her bemusement, I couldn’t help but feel excited about the fact I finally had a friend here that was just mine.


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