How to Piss Off A Super Soldier. By: Thor Odinson

How To Recover From Having Demigod Twins. By: Steve G. Rogers

Steve took a weak breath, and suddenly his lungs filled with air. Where was he now? He looked like he was at a train station. An old rattley one, with a badly built wooden platform with sobbing wives and children and friends. This was the train Bucky shipped off on. He frowned and looked at himself. Frail, small, holding onto the last good thing he had. Of course he was there.

He looked around, why was he here? He felt a shiver run through him as someone walked through him. Is this what it felt like, his life flashing before his eyes? As the hug ended the world paused, and a man stepped out through a door. He seemed to have ripped open the picture and made a door before his eyes. This was a mean trip.

"Rogers... Fancy meeting you here." He looked around and behind him, but the world was gone, hung up around him like some cheap curtains, and Bucky was gone. "We hung this up for you so your eyes wouldn't get burned out and all." "Considerate." He hummed, looking up and only seeing smoke filled bright lights.

"What happened? Am I dead is this death because I feel pretty dead." He sighed gently and rubbed his thin arms. "No, not yet at least. It's a deciding point at this time, you could fall this way." The world tilted and opened a small hole to the real world, where he was laid out on a bed, Thor holding his hand, doctors humming, 'he seems to be improving.'

"Or you could go the other way." The world sharply turned to tilt the other way, opening another portal where doctors yelled, 'He's crashing he's crashing!!' He gulped. "Depends which way you fall." The old man spoke. "Well... How do I determine which way I go? I want to stay alive! I have babies, I don't want to lose them!" He sighed softly and shook his head, "I can't leave Thor all alone with the thought that it was his fault or something."

"Of course of course, not his fault that you wanted to bottom that night." Steve blushed and raised an eyebrow. "This doesn't seem like appropriate conversation." He sighed and shook his head. "Oh, I'm sorry, pansy." "What was that??" "Nothing... Every second you are here is an hour in your world, might want to speed up the chit chat."

Steve sighed in frustration. "Why are you here?" The blond huffed, "to toss the coin." He smirked and handed him a silver dollar. "Do whatever superstitious thing you want." He blew on it gently and rubbed it in his hands. "Heads life wins, tails death wins." He smiled and tossed it in the air. It flew through the air and a breath of wind softly blew it to the side, it landing tails on the edge of the platform, before tipping over and spinning through the portal onto his son's chest, landing heads. "See you again soon, you death teaser." The man called, Steve being launched back through the portal.

Steve breathed deeply and opened his eyes, for the first time in what felt like forever. Thor looked at him and yelled loudly. "Yes! You are alive! I could see it in the stars my love." He kissed his lips and helped him sit up, Steve looking at him with a weak laugh. "Hey big guy, how ya doing.." He smiled softly and looked around. "Where are our boys?" "With Natasha, she is a very good mother to them in the time you were gone." "That's lovely to hear... How long was I gone?" "Two weeks, fourteen days, 336 hours Steven." "God, I'm so sorry, I never meant to leave you alone like this." "You had my children, two beautiful children, you deserved to sleep for a decade."

The blond laughed and looked up at him, kissing his cheek. "God I love you... Can you get the boys?" He asked, giving him a begging look and leaning back. He had to see his children, now. He had to know they were safe. "Of course." Thor stood and moved to the nursery, Natasha helping bring in two small squirmy bundles. "Hey little guys... I'm your mom.. dad... Parent. And I adore you. I'm sorry I was gone for so long." The babies gurgled and one of them let out a little squeal at their mommy, the slightly older one moving to tug at his dog tags. "Yeah, that's my name honey." He smiled and kissed their foreheads, beyond excited to finally hold his sons.

"Speaking of names... we never discussed it before you left us." Thor mentioned, gently stroking Steve's hair with his fingers. "Well I liked the name Logan... and well, James maybe." He said, smiling a little to himself. His best friend never used the name, it seemed right to pass it on to someone else. Thor smiles innocently, not knowing the connection in the slightest. "Logan and James it is." He said, grabbing the red bundle and declaring that baby Logan.

Later that night as he changed James out of his onesie he found a small coin on his chest. He furrowed his brows and picked it up, the room rumbling. "It wasn't just a dream after all was it?"

*18 months later*

"Say daddy." Steve hummed, bouncing Logan on his knees. "Ah!" "No sweetie. Da dee." "BLL." The baby buzzed his lips and Steve chuckled, rolling his eyes. "He can use Tony's Stark pad but he can't say daddy." He smiled softly and leaned back, Thor chasing James around as he ran every which way, not caring how tired his daddy was.

Steve was never bored.

He looked up as Bucky sat down on the couch, his face pale and under eyes dark. "Yikes. Third time this week?" Natasha added. He nodded solemnly. "What's going on?" Steve asked worriedly, putting Logan in his swing. "Bucks been getting sick a lot recently, he's probably got some kinda super flu." Bucky glared at her softly. "I threw up once before a mission in those shi.. stalls on the plane. Probably just ate something weird. I don't have any other influenza symptoms." He mumbled, avoiding cussing so much around the twins, knowing his friend would be horrified if his babies first words were swears.

"Sounds familiar." He gave Nastasha a small look and she looked back at him. She dragged him by his ear to the other room. "Are you implying what I think you're implying?" "I dunno, him and Sam have been friendly for what a year now? And... It might be possible." He shrugged. "Well he could just be sick. Give it a month." "Fine... One month before we call Bruce."