Third Person POV.
The woman stood in front of the window, her eyes sweeping over the city of New York. Her hand was rested on her slightly enlarged belly and she rolled her thumb around the bump.
"Taylor," a voice spoke causing the woman to be pulled out of her daydream.
She turned to see her red haired husband staring at her.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked as he walked over to her.
"The babies... and if we can handle them along with being Avengers," Taylor responded.
"Darling... we can handle it. Come on. We've faced Time Travel, Loki, and Magneto. There's nothing we can't handle," he replied.
"I know.... but we're not J.As anymore. We're becoming Avengers... we're taking our parents' spot on one of the most powerful teams in the universe," Taylor explained, "Plus... with the twins will we even be able to handle all of this?"
"Taylor. Everything's going to be fine," James stated.
"I know... but why do I feel like it isn't?" Taylor questioned.
"Because... your pregnant and it's probably your mother instinct kicking in," James answered.
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A isn't for Avenging
FanfictionImagine. Your entire life you had to deal with this, it's shadow always standing above you. When you walked to school. When you watched TV. When you threw your dog a stick. It was there. It was there watching and observing you. It never did anything...
