{* Means rewritten}
*Tony Stark:
Tony and Pepper were sitting by the fire (?) eating their Chinese food, when Jarvis' voice rang through the air, signalling that someone wanted to be let in.
With an over dramatic sigh, Tony got up and left to answer it. The person on the other side was a woman, tall with (your skin tone) skin and a bad fake wig. But before Tony could get any words out, the woman spoke.
"The condom broke." She deadpanned.
"Excuse me?" Tony asked, confused. The woman, who remained unnamed, kept a blank look on her face and shoved a red bundle into his arms.
"This is (your name). You take good care of her." She said, a hint of tears in her eyes. She left quickly, giving you one last look, leaving before Tony could object.
She left him dumbfounded, standing there speeches for the first time in his life. He took a look down at you, seeing you looking up at him with wide (your eye colour) eyes and a gaping mouth.
"Who was at the door-" Pepper started, pausing instantly when she spotted you. Tony quickly started spluttering excuses, only to get shushed by Pepper. She knew he didn't do anything un-loyal, a baby takes nine months to develop, and they'd only been together for two months.
"She's adorable." Pepper smiled, coming round to take a look at you. "So you're not mad?" Tony asked, watching to two of you interact.
"Oh, I'm pissed. We'll talk about this later." She replied, grabbing you and walking you into the kitchen for something to eat. Tony did that same over dramatic sigh again, wondering how all of this could have happened in three minutes.
(Tony's is set before Iron Man Three but soon after Iron Man Two)
Steve Rogers:
"Please, someone help, please!"
Steve was suddenly on high alert as he heard the sound of a crying woman, the other Avengers didn't hear it so he started to run toward the source. It was the day that Loki wreaked havoc on New York City, they'd finished off the aliens and were heading towards Stark tower to apprehend the younger God.
Natasha gave Steve an odd look but brushed it off, Steve was just generally a weird person. Steve ran the short distance to see a woman trapped under some rubble, a dirty crying baby was held above her head out of the pile of concrete. He pulled off the bricks as fast as he could but he couldn't save her, a large shard of glass was stuck through her chest, she was barely breathing when he freed her.
"P-please...save my baby."
The woman was choking up blood and died in under twenty more seconds, you had tears rolling down your face and were bawling, that's something a child should never see, and it only made him want to kill Loki even more. Steve sighed sadly as he looked down at you, your sobs had now quieted down to soft whimpers.
He stood up and started to clean you up a little bit, your face was covered in soot and dust and your tiny blue dress was tattered and torn. Licking his thumb he used it to wipe up your cheeks, you didn't react and continued to let out hiccups.
"Don't you worry, Kiddo, I'll look after you."
Bruce Banner:
"-Patient 266, three months old, struck with gamma radiation."
Bruce's head perked up at those words, an unreadable expression on his face. He was currently at a mutant children's hospital, nowadays it's fairly common to see a mutant. Normally this isn't something he'd do, but he was curious, and felt maybe he could help the kids out in some way.
He looked through the window and saw you, the baby the doctor was talking about. You were in a hospital bassinet wrapped in a mint green blanket, you were restless, your tiny fists flying all over the place as if you were looking for something to hit. Your face held an angry frown, Bruce smiled at this.
"Unlike what you might think, she isn't like the Hulk, rage doesn't fuel her powers. she possesses super human strength, high pain tolerance and is already at genius level intelligence."
Bruce was still smiling at you in your hospital bed, you intrigued him. The frown on your forehead ceased as you stared back at the man in a lab coat, he waved a little at you which you returned. He stumbled back obviously not expecting that, I mean you're three months old for Odin's sake, though you are a genius.
"-sadly she'll be soon leaving the hospital, she'll be put into a orphanage-"
"I'll adopt her."
(Thor's is set before the first Thor movie)
*Thor Odinson:
Thor was currently holding your tiny form in his arms, cradling you close to his chest.
An unnamed woman, your mother, unbeknownst to Thor was watching from afar.
She had left you in a wicker basket in the throne room, a note sitting on top of your sleeping body. The note read as following:
'Thor Odinson,
You may not remember our night together, but I do.
We were not protected, and (your name) came as result.
She is your daughter, please love her enough for the both of us.
Sincerely, Aurelia.'
Thor furrowed his brows as he read through, you wiggling and yawning in his arms. Aurelia smiled sadly from her place behind a pillar, before making her leave, back to Deo, back to her duties.
"Thor! There you are, what are you-"
Loki had walked in, stopping mid sentence as he saw you. Slowly he walked over to where Thor stood, still dumbfounded and rereading the note.
"She is mine."
Thor spoke suddenly to his brother, looking at him with a 'wtf' look. Loki grabbed the note from Thor, reading over it himself, nodding, deeming it legitimate.
"Indeed she is, what do you plan to do with her?"
Thor looked down at you, you staring right back up at him. You giggled loudly, shocking the both of them, making Thor crack a small smile.
"She is my daughter, I'll raise her as such."
(This is deadass the same as Tony's)
(Trigger warning: child abuse - skip if you can't handle it, though it's not that much)
(Also Loki's is set before Thor Ragnarok, and the mythology in this is not correct)
*Loki Odinson:
"And this is my trophy baby."
Loki's sugar daddy-ahem, the grandmaster, was giving Loki a tour of sakaar, droning on about his many possessions. Loki wasn't paying attention up until this point, his head snapped towards where en was facing.
You were locked in a clear chamber, sat on furs directly in the middle, a woman servant feeding you some unappealing paste. A few other people were surrounding the chamber, whispering and watching in amusement, it was sick.
You were were wearing some black alien animal fur, and had small golden bracelets on your wrists and ankles. But that wasn't the thing that really stood out to him, it was the fact that you were blue.
"She's what you get when you cross a jötunn and a sorceress from vanaheim, she's one of a kind, baby monster and goddess of the night. Fun right?"
The Grandmaster wiggled his shoulders with smirk on his lips, Loki hid a grimace behind a half assed smile. He looked back to you, watching as your skin shifted from blue back to (your skin colour).
The people watching awed and observed in amazement, Loki wanted to roll his eyes at the lowlifes. You were now spitting out the food, getting it all over the woman, giggling when she got angry. Loki smirked to himself.
But the fun didn't last, the lady servant backhanded you across the face. Yes, that's right this bitch just hit a two month old baby. Loki's mouth fell open in shock, the other sickos laughed to themselves, laughed like you weren't a helpless baby but a monster getting what they deserved.
You fell back onto the furs, eyes slowly filling with tears and lip quivering. Loki felt his cold heart break in the moment you looked at him, a tear dripping down your freshly bruised cheek.
He turned back to the Grandmaster, but he was already gone. He had to look away, he had to go, so he did. Loki walked away, the sound of your hiccuping sobs and people's laughter echoed on his way out.
He doesn't know what made him return that night, wether it was the fact he couldn't stand the abuse you received, to spite the grandmaster, or simply because the way you were alone reminded him of himself.
But here he was punching in the password, heavy doors opening up for him. You were still there, in your furs, cheek throbbing, watching him with still teary eyes. He stalked towards you quietly, careful not to scare you, but you just reached out towards him, tiny hands grabbing the air. He picked up your small body and cradled you close.
"I've got you now, my darling."
(Natasha's might be a little gory to some people, if you're like me and don't mind a bit of blood, by all means read on)
Natasha Romanoff:
"Six hostiles on the third floor, four hostages held at gunpoint, Romanoff you head for the captives, I've got these guys"
Steve was yelling out commands which Natasha followed, He charged towards the thugs that were holding people hostage for ransom while Natasha ran to where the prisoners were. Reaching the room she opened it with caution, unsure if anymore dickheads were inside.
Her question was answered however when she was tackled to the ground by a medium sized - but well built - man, he stood up before she could and reached for his holstered gun. He didn't aim the gun at her but at another woman, the woman was crying and cowering away holding a baby in her arms, that baby was you.
"No!"
Your father screamed and dove in front of you and your mother, the thug pulled the trigger before Natasha could reach him. The bullet went straight through your father's chest, blood splattering over you and your mum. But it didn't end there, the bullet passed through your dad and skid past your arm hitting your mother in the heart.
Natasha was too late. With a growl she got up onto her feet and charged full speed towards the balding man, she jumped up into the air and kicked him in the chest with both of her feet. The man landed on the ground with a grunt, but before he could react Natasha had grabbed her gun and started to repeatedly shoot him in the head.
He was dead from the first shot but she kept firing, this piece of garbage deserved to rot in hell. Once she was out of bullets she turned to where your family lay in a pool of blood, the other woman hostage looked like she'd been dead for about three hours, your mother had died on impact but your father was still breathing slightly.
Leaving the man - who's head had been blown to bits - she walked over to you, you were bawling in pain, the bullet had whizzed passed you, cutting your tiny arm deeply. The sight of you covered in your mother's blood and crying in agony made Natasha tear up a little, she thought she had failed you.
"P-please...t-t-take care o-of my b-baby." Was your dying father's last words.
"You have my word." Was Natasha's promise.
Clint Barton:
"-No he's naming her Toni, after me. Aren't you Clint?"
"That's ridiculous. He's naming her Natasha Jr. After me. Tell him Clint."
"Everyone shut up......He's naming her Pieta."
Tony, Natasha and Pietro continued to bicker over your name as Clint sat worriedly in the hospital waiting room, his wife was giving birth to you - their first born - and he couldn't possibly be more nervous. The whole Avengers team had come to witness this special day, including Fury who was secretly very excited.
"I'm not naming her after any of you. We choose the name Steve picked, (your name)."
This caused the three to start whining again, but they couldn't deny that it was a beautiful name. Clint sighed and looked away from his teammates, he wished he could be in there with Laura but the doctors wouldn't allow it, claiming that he was dangerous, bunch of bull if you ask me.
"Calm down Clint. Everything's gonna be fine, they're professionals."
Steve reassured his teammate patting him on the back, Clint visibly relaxed as he was reminded that Laura was in good hands. A small smile tugged at his lips as he thought of meeting you, his beautiful baby girl.
"Mr Barton? You can go through now. Room 219, but there's something you should know-"
Before the doctor could continue he was running towards the room, a panicked look plastered on his face. The rest of the Avengers followed suit and started to run to you and your mother - Pietro zooming past them all - ignoring the doctor's angry protests, he shut up however when Nick shot him a 'Do you wanna die' look.
"Laura?!? Are you okay? Is (your name) okay? What-"
Clint stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the room, all but fainting as he laid eyes on the hospital bed. There lay Laura with you in her arms wrapped in a pink blanket, but to the left of the bed stood Pietro (he got there long before Clint did) holding not one but two other babies wrapped in blue blankets.
".....The Fuck?"
It was Fury that broke the silence, pushing a confused Clint towards the bed. All the other Avengers cheered and smiled taking turns holding the three of you, Pietro was especially fond of you. It wasn't until the doctor explained that initially they had thought you were the only child but it was fairly common that other babies aren't seen during the ultrasound, that Clint comprehended the fact that their were three of youse.
"Clint, meet (your name), Connor and Bow."
(Connor and Bow are both boys. Bow is the oldest, Connor is the youngest)
{Bucky's is set before Civil War}
Bucky Barnes:
Bucky was heading towards the local fruit market when he heard a loud scream, the other shop goers didn't seem to hear it, that or they just didn't care. He paused to make sure he wasn't hearing things, but another cry rung through the air. He ran full speed towards the noise. Advanced hearing, one of the good things to come out of HYDRA.
He ran till he reached what looked to be an abandoned apartment block, graffiti and grim covered the outside. He rushed inside to where the noise was coming from, and kicked in an old red apartment door. The inside of the room shocked him, it was an abandoned HYDRA hideout.
At least a dozen dead bodies were littered around the room, each with bullet shots to the head, a foul smell polluting the stuffy room. Sciencey shit was also scattered around the three day old bodies, tubes and syringes lay around the rampaged room.
But that didn't concern Bucky, the still very much alive baby did. The baby - you - was in a clear bassinet, tubes hooked up to your fragile arms. You looked maybe three weeks old, and were completely nude. Once broken out of his trance he reached out and grabbed you, your screams seizing now that you've gotten some warmth.
"Don't you worry little solider."
{Sorry that was really short, I couldn't really think of anything}
Wanda Maximoff:
Wanda found you just outside of the Avengers tower one morning. Originally she left to get some fresh air, but stumbled across you instead. You were battered and bruised, covered only in scrunched up newspaper. You weren't crying or anything, simply laying there, quiet and near death.
She gasped and scooped you into her arms, wrapping her red jacket over your tiny body. You barely reacted at all, only opened your beautiful (Your Eye Colour) eyes to stare back into hers.
"Who would do such a thing?"
She muttered angrily, inspecting your wounds and bruises. You've been alone in the alley for almost a week now, on the brink of death. One more night out there and you'd surely be a goner. With a new goal in mind Wanda set off back inside, bypassing a worried Tony and heading towards the kitchen.
She got out the baby formula Tony had here for Nathaniel and made you a full bottle. Once you were fully fed and feeling a lot better, she tended to you wounds, bathed you and dressed you in a small towel.
"That'll have to do for now. But don't worry, Angel, I'll take care of you."
Pietro Maximoff:
"Where is Pietro?!?" The woman bounded angrily.
She stomped into the Avengers tower like she owned the damn place, and started to furiously search for her one night stand. You were in her arms, wrapped in a grey-silver coloured blanket, and whimpering softly at the loud angry tone of her voice.
You were barely three days old, and already your mother wanted to rid herself of you. Your mother - Amanda - looked, how do I put this, horrible. She was in only a robe and slippers, her face was sunken in and tired, and she reeked something fierce, no doubt she just got out of hospital.
"Evelyn?" "It's Amanda!"
Pietro was now in the lobby, where your mother was currently rampaging. He looked around deeply embarrassed, everyone has gathered around to watch things unfold.
"Here! Take your devil child. Don't ever speak to me again!" She basically screamed.
Pietro ran away from embarrassment, holding you close to his chest, cradling your neck so you wouldn't get whiplash. He stopped once he reached his room, then peeked down at you. You eyes were now open wide, and your tiny fists were moving around fast, faster than other newborns. He smiled when he saw your hair, it was barely there but it was a silvery-White, that's how he knew you were his child.
"Woah calm down, speedy......daddy's here."
(Catch up for Peter Quill, T'Challa, Doctor Strange and more to come. Also I wrote all of these a year ago, that's why they're shit. I am going rewrite them all, but so far only Tony, Thor and Loki's have been)