Heartless

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"He's so cute!" Pietro cried out, letting my newborn baby Anthony play with his fingers, Yelena had her lips pressed up against my temple and was wiping the sweat from my forehead. "What's his full name again?" He asked.

"Anthony Chase Bishop." I said softly, Yelena smiled and kissed my temple again. Pietro laughed and kissed Anthony's forehead.

"Oh, here's the birth certificate." Pietro's said, handing me the piece of paper. I read it, Anthony Chase Bishop, July 10th 2026. "Do you want to rest?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I do." I said, he nodded. "Can you put him in the crib over there?" I asked him, handing Anthony over to him. He nodded and put him in the crib.

"I'll leave you be." He said.

I woke up three hours later to Anthony crying, Yelena was patting him on the back and he eventually stopped crying. "Finn and Daisy stopped by to see him about an hour ago." She told me.

"Oh ok, I'm going to go say hi to them." I told her, she nodded as I got up off the bed, still patting Anthony on the back and kissing the top of his head multiple times.

"Ivy!" Finn exclaimed, he was eleven now and almost as tall as me. "You look tired." He said, looking up into my eyes.

"Well, I just gave birth two days ago and I've barely gotten any sleep." I told him, he nodded.

"So how's my brother?" He asked.

"What?" I asked, taken off guard. "You see him as your brother?" I asked him.

"Of course I do." He said simply. "And I see you as my mom." I smiled widely and kissed him on the forehead. "I mean, you saved me from Hydra and took me to school and do nothing but love me, help me, and take care of me." He added.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way." I said, he smiled and I could see his eyes light up.

"But I want to talk to you about something." He said nervously.

"Of course, what's up?" I asked him.

"Well, I was wondering if I could be an Avenger." He asked, I widened my eyes and shook my head. "Why not?" He asked.

"Because we lost Peter, he was only seventeen." I said. "And anyways, your not even a teenager, you're too young to be fighting." I told him.

"I guess I'll go talk to Harley about it then." He said innocently.

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"I know that you promoted him to the leader of the Avengers Ivy." He told me. "I heard the whole conversation you had with everybody." I nodded and looked up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Well, he'll say no too." I told him.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked me. "He's 20."

"And I'm 24, there's not that much of a difference there." I said, he rolled his eyes. "Look Finn, I've lost so many people I've loved, and I love you, and I don't want you to put you in a position that I could lose you too." I said, patting his shoulder.

"Yeah, I understand." He sighed. "I'll wait." He said. "But when?" He asked, looking up at me innocently.

"What about when you're eighteen." I said, nodding.

"But that's so long!" He complained. "That's seven years!"

"I know, but that's also when you're an adult." I told him. "And when you're not considered to be a kid anymore; and Harley and I don't want to let anymore kids on the team." I said.

"Oh, well that makes sense." He said, I nodded and patted him on the shoulder again. "Well, I should probably get back to Yelena and Anthony."

"When are you guys going to get married?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked him.

"You guys are obviously meant for each other, and you've been together for over a year, why don't you guys get married?" He asked.

"I-I don't think we're ready yet." I told him, he nodded and then turned around to leave. "But I want to." I told him, he turned back to me and smirked mischievously.

"I know you do."