Avenger Imagines/Preferences!

You're Pregnant

Tony: You woke with a start one night and felt that urge to vomit. You hopped out of bed and ran towards the bathroom. You kneeled by the toilet, throwing up whatever had been in your stomach. You just laid down on the floor, enjoying the cool tile against your cheek.

"You okay, baby girl?" Tony asks, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Yeah..."

"You sure?"

You push yourself off the floor and nod. "I'll be fine."

"Okay...." Tony mutters, scooping you up and carrying you back to bed.

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You were on the phone with your best friend, Y/F/N. "I dunno. I threw up this morning but I feel fine now... It's weird.."

"Um... Y/N... When was the last time you slept with Tony?"

"Last night..."

"Not that kind of sleeping, you nit-wit! Sex, Y/N!"

"Oh..." Your cheeks heat up. You always got uncomfortable talking about your's and Tony's love life. "Um... a month or so ago?"

"Sweetheart. You might want to go get a pregnancy test...."

You cursed. "Fine.... I'll call you later..."

So, when you came back from the store, you took the little test and waited the unbearable amount of time. When the timer on your phone went off, you peered at the little pregnancy test. You screamed.

You heard Tony running towards the bathroom. "Y/N? You okay?" He asks, opening the door a crack. Then, he saw the thing in your hands. "You're...?"

"Uh huh...."

Tony threw the door opened and hugged you tightly. "Oh my God...." He muttered against your skin.

Steve: It was game night. You had all the others over. Steve was setting out Scrabble while you were in the kitchen refilling the snack bowls. You heard Steve and your brother Clint yell, "Oh my God!" You chuckle knowing they found your little surprise.

You carried out a bowl of pretzels to see Clint lying on the ground muttering 'No' into the carpet. Steve ran to you, peppering your face with kisses. You actually managed to drop the bowl of pretzels.

You looked over Steve's shoulder at the others who were gaping at the letters I had taped to the board earlier that day. You had cut out and placed the words 'Congrats Daddy' on the board.

"I can't believe it!" Steve shouted, placing his hands on your stomach. "I'm going to be a father."

Thor: You had found out that you were pregnant on Father's Day. So, why not go out and buy Daddy-to-be a nice little card? When you got home, you quickly signed the card 'Mommy and Baby'. You put the card in the envelope and placed it on the table.

You sat on the couch, waiting for Thor to get home. "Lady Y/N, I'm home!" You hear him boom as he enters your apartment.

You smiled and waited for him to open the card on the kitchen table. "Lady Y/N... why did you get me a card for Father's Day?" He asks as he enters the living room.

You just give him a look. His jaw drops. "You... you have my child in there.....?" He asks pointing at your stomach.

"Yes."

Thor just smiles. Within ten minutes, everyone at SHIELD knew you and Thor were expecting a child.

Bruce: You and Bruce were sitting on the couch reading. Earlier that week you realized you were pregnant when your monthly decided to be late. You still hadn't told Bruce. "Bruce?"

"Hmm?"

"I have something to tell you..."

He sighed and closed his book. "Okay."

"I-I'm pr-"

"Pregnant. I know."

"What? You do?"

"Yes. It was pretty obvious. No tampons in the trash can. Midnight excursions to the fridge. I probably knew sooner than you did," he said, chuckling slightly.

"Really?"

"Yes, dear. Really. And I am incredibly happy to know that in nine months we'll have a beautiful baby girl."

"How do you know it's a girl?"

"Father's intuition."

Pietro: "Hello, Princess," Pietro said, planting a kiss on your cheek when he came home.

"Hey, babe. Dinner's ready whenever you are."

"I am definitely ready to eat. I'm starving."

You went and set out dinner and the two of you ate, engaging in your typical dinner conversation. After the plates were cleared away and cleaned, you nudged him on the shoulder. "D'ya save room for dessert?"

"Oh, Princess, I always have room for dessert."

You laughed and pulled a cake out of the oven. You had made it earlier that day as a way to announce to Pietro that you were pregnant. You had iced it blue and had written 'Congratulations on the Baby!' in pink icing. You even managed to find little rattle shaped sprinkles to add on top.

When you placed the cake in front of Pietro, he dropped the knife on the table and stared at you wide-eyed. "Holy-" He trailed off before smiling at you. He laughed with joy and kneeled down in front of you, a hand on either side of your stomach. He pulled up your shirt and planted a kiss on the spot where your baby was growing.

Clint: You had gone out and gotten paint samples: a blue and a pink. When you got home, you sat on the couch waiting for Clint to come home. You had the paint samples on the table and front of you, studying over the samples.

You heard Clint come in, setting his bag by the door with a thud. "Hey, babe. Whatcha doing?" He asked, coming up behind you, giving your cheek a tiny kiss.

"Just trying to decide what color to paint the baby's room...."

He looked over your shoulder at the samples. "I like that one," he muttered, pointing to one of the pinks. He walked down the hall towards the bathroom. "Wait..." He poked his head out and looked at you. "You're pregnant?"

You smile and nod slowly.

He smiled widely at you before disappearing into the bathroom. You saw him pull his phone from pocket to, what you assumed, text Natasha the brilliant news.