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"I HATE MY LIFE." MARTA groaned, sitting on the couch in the living room, Steven playing with Bucky on the floor. Her hands framed her pregnant stomach, which had grown in the four months following the correction of the snap. Sam and Steve were in the kitchen, so Bucky was left to respond to Marta's gloomy statement.

        "Why do you hate your life?" Bucky questioned, building a tower of blocks with Steven. His hair was short, like it had been back in the day. Marta liked it like that, and she knew it helped Bucky feel like himself.

        Marta sat up. "Because these little assholes won't stop kicking me. I didn't think fetus feet grew this early, but they do." Marta said with a groan.

        She was having twins. The shock had overwhelmed both her and Steve. Going from one super-soldier kid to three was going to be a really rough transition, even with Sam and Bucky helping. They had decided to wait and see if they were having two girls, two boys, or one of each, figuring it would be fun that way. Bucky smiled to himself. "Steve, she's being mean to your kids again." he called into the kitchen, and Marta threw a pillow at his head.

         "Which kid?" Steve asked as he and Sam came into the living room. Steve gave Steven a cup of milk before sitting on the couch beside his wife, Sam taking a seat in the armchair.

        Marta pointed to her stomach. "The cretins that are kicking me in the ribs. I thought he was bad," Marta pointed to her clueless toddler. "but they're so much worse." she rolled her eyes.

        Steve smiled. "Well, when they're born you should tell them that to their faces." he said, watching in delight as Bucky played with Steven. He could tell the smile on Bucky's face was true and genuine for the first time in a really long time.

        Bucky and Marta had court-ordered therapy. Rhodey had managed to swing them each a pardon with the president, so they escaped real punishment. Though in both siblings' opinions, therapy was punishment enough. Sam would be watching Steven so Steve could meet Marta at her doctor's appointment, and then Sam would be going back to Louisiana. It was a good plan, Marta just didn't want to go.

        Therapy was awful, as it always was, and Marta's appointment was fine. The babies were growing steadily, and while Marta's blood pressure was slightly elevated from therapy, it wasn't anything to be concerned about. Steve kissed Marta's hand as they looked at the images of their babies. Marta was excited, and Steve was, too.

        They went home and Sam left, promising to be back soon. Marta put her jacket in the closet, seeing Steve's shield in the back of it. He still hadn't decided what he was doing with the shield. They ate dinner, and walked upstairs to put Steven to bed. He loved their new house. It took some time for Steven to understand that Uncle Tony was gone, and that Auntie Nat wasn't coming back, and he was still getting over the losses. Oftentimes, he woke up in the middle of the night, crying.

        Marta laid awake in the middle of the night, Steve's arm tossed across her stomach, protecting his three loves even in sleep. "Steve?" Marta asked, rolling from her back to her side to look at him.

        Steve didn't open his eyes. "What's up?" he questioned groggily, thumb running under Marta's shirt, over her bare skin.

        "What if they're not okay? The babies." Marta spoke softly, scared out of her mind.

        When he registered his wife's words, Steve opened his eyes. "They will be," he said positively, and when Marta opened her mouth, he pressed his finger over her lips. "And if they're not, we'll deal with it together, and we'll love them no matter what." Steve spoke, and Marta nodded.