A/N: This is a time skip to the following week when the rest of the kids come to the house. The six that are already there are all confident and everything within the house already.
Phil let out a content sigh as he walked down the stairs at 6am to the sound of the TV blaring. He wasn't used to it, oh no, and doubted he would be for a while, but Nick has warned him - he'd warned him how kids woke up early for this sort of thing.
Phil had never thought about having kids himself, though he'd always known Nick had wanted them, especially when the nieces and nephews came over. Phil could see the way how much Nick enjoyed spending time with them, though his sister and brother? Not so much.
Phil walked into the living room and smiled as he saw Peter, Sam, and Scott all settled and squished happily together in the sofa, watching Fast and Furious.
"Morning guys," he grinned. "Had a nice sleep?" The boys all turned their heads to face and rather sleepy Phil. "Yes, and a had a weird dream too!" Peter beamed, jumping up and making a beeline for Phil. "He's already told us." Sam grimaced. "It's weird." Scott confirmed. Phil smiled fondly down at his new foster son. "Tell me all about it." He said.
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Nick woke up at ten that day, sauntering down the stairs to be greeted by his fully dressed kids and husband.
"Nice PJs." Sam smirked as he poured some semi-skimmed milk over his Coco Pops cereal. Nick mockingly glared. "You'll get fat if you eat that chocolatey breakfast every morning." He teased. Sam shook his head. "I've got perfect physique - I'll live." He took his bowl to the large table Phil and Nick had ordered: twenty seats. It had come the day before super early in the morning and all eight boys had helped put it together.
Sam sat three seats away from the end closest to the wall on the left side: they'd began having specific seats. Peter has even gone as far as taping paper to the back of seats with their names on. Nobody had bothered to remove them, Scott had made sure of that by getting Peter to remake any that somehow disappeared. He didn't want the other kids he had yet to meet to come over and steal his seat at the first meal they all had together.
Bruce followed in Sams footsteps with his buttered cinnamon bagels and sat opposite the boy. "Are the new kids coming today?" The boy asked, delicately taking a bite of his food. Nick made a noise of agreement - nobody could specify it - before taking the coffee and slices of brown toast that Phil handed to him and sat on the end of Sams side of the table.
The way it worked was that Phil and Nick sat opposite each other, Thor sat next to Nick with Loki opposite, Scott sat beside Sam and Peter sat opposite beside Bruce. Pretty soon, all said people came to sit down with their breakfast and drinks, though Sam and Bruce had to get up again to get a glass of water each after they realised they hadn't gotten themselves anything.
"What are they like? What is Pietro like? Is Tony close to our age? Is he younger than Loki? Are Steve and Bucky from the same place in Brooklyn? How far away is Brooklyn?" Peter questioned, hardly taking a breath between each. The topic in question was all the kids who were joining the family today. All they're previous families were taking them over here to Nick and Phils house, save for Steve and Bucky were had just stayed in Peggy's house until the due date by themselves (not that Nick and Phil knew otherwise they'd have come home with them the same day as Thor and Loki) and T'Challa and Shuri who were gonna be driven down by Okoye, who was saying her final goodbyes whilst still in the faux foster carer role.
"Woah! Slow your role!" Phil chuckled. "As for those questions, well, we don't know what they're like, to be honest. Well, Tony's a bit... how do I say this? He's not very trusting, I guess." Nick answered. "Pietro's Sokovian, that's in Russia." Phil said, an answer to Peters second question. "What about Tony?" Loki asked. "He's older than Loki, yes, cause he was born in May. The 29th, I think." Nick replied. "As for the Brooklyn thing, Steve and Bucky grew up together so we can only assume they came from the same place. And Brooklyn is about half an hour away." Phil responded, finishing off his omelette.
"What time are they coming?" Bruce asked, sipping away at his water. "Its about twelve so... an hour and a half? Two hours maybe?" Phil answered, making up his plate and tea mug before taking them into the kitchen to place in the dishwasher. Pretty soon, everyone else did too.
XX~•~•XX
Tony let out a shaky breath as Sharon pulled up outside of the Coulson-Fury house, refusing to open the car door, causing Rhodey to get out his side and open it for the boy.
The thing to know about Tony was that any part of him that was actually Tony had been hidden down by his birth father with all these rules and horrible tricks that stopped him from being himself. Just with Rhodey, Tony was chatty and excited and spoke quicker than lightning, eager to share his ideas and plans for futuristic tech.
"Come on, Tones. This is an actual family. And actual family who want to eventually adopt us." Rhodey smiled a small smile, saved only for Tony in his times of need, because the boy didn't need big ones or fake ones to show him the joy he was missing out on.
During the journey, Sharon had told them about how Nick and Phil had taken in fourteen others and six of them were already living at the house and how Tony wouldn't be rooming with Rhodey and instead with a kid he didn't know.
"I don't want to be here, Rhodey. I've changed my mind - I'll stay with Sharon." Tony declared, slamming the door shut as two more cars parked up in the driveway and the door opened to reveal the eight people already living in the mansion. Somehow, every one of them had heard Tony.
Sharon, who was now stood beside Rhodey, pulled the door open again. "You most certainly will not. These people are your people now and you're their problem and not mine so get out of my damn car!" She shouted, leaning over to unplug his seatbelt and yanking him out the car.
A/N: Enjoying it? Please let me know what you think of it, and if it's getting too rushed or too little detail or what-not.
~ Megan
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Father Fury {Discontinued}
FanfictionWhen Nick Coulson-Fury is given the chance to finally have a kid of his own with his husband Phil, he doesn't expect to be bombarded with every foster parent trying to be rid of their charges. Who is he to say no to those sad little faces anyway? In...
