mariteri: I know I've not told you this yet and this is as good as time as any to rectify that little oversight… why? Well because I said so? I just wanted you to know that I love your stories! My favorites are the Blacklist/HP crossovers. Well, that isn't entirely accurate... I've enjoyed every crossover you've done that throws Hermione into the mix; her with Red are simply wonderful. Sorry that I haven't reviewed anything, but truth is I'm horrid at them. I know, I know I'm such a hypocrite! I love reviews, but am shite at remembering to write them. Please just know your efforts are greatly appreciated and enjoyed.

NicoleR85: I honestly doubt I'd write Hermione into the new Avenger movie. I'm better off writing a fanfic about something I've watched/read a dozen or more times. I feel more comfy with the story and characters then.

Epilogue

Hermione was exhausted, but she couldn't stop smiling. Her hair was bushier than usual, sweat covered her entire body and she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. Bruce was grinning widely and looking rather proud of his achievement while she huffed at him tiredly, "As if you did all the work…"

Bruce blinked at her and then laughed, shaking his head at the woman he loved. "I know better than to claim ownership of anything so spectacular. That was all you, babe."

"You had a hand in it," Hermione offered.

Ginny snorted, "I don't think that was his hand."

"You know what I meant!" Hermione blushed deeply as her best friend laughed at her expense. Her husband wisely just smiled and looked away to keep from showing too much of his own amusement.

The sudden wail from the other end of the room caught their attention and Hermione's tears sprung forth unbidden. Bruce stood, torn between staying with his wife and easing the discomfort of his son. Hermione clutched his hand and he looked down at her, "Go ahead."

Bruce grinned once again and gave her a small kiss on her sweaty forehead before making his way towards the healers. Hermione looked up at Ginny and sighed softly, "How did you do that… twice?"

"The first time he looks at you with those innocent eyes, your heart melts and he's your whole world. Then he calls you Mummy and you're done for."

"That all sounds so wonderful, but honestly I haven't the energy to even think that far in the future."

"Just be glad you have Winky." Ginny's head shot up as did Hermione's when a commotion was heard at the door. The healers were attempting to leave as others were asking to enter, "You're about to have visitors."

"I don't want anyone seeing me like this!"

"Are you a witch or not?"

"Don't toy with me, Gin. I haven't the energy."

"Am I not a witch?"

Hermione's eyes closed momentarily, smiling when she felt the warm caress of her friend's magic sweeping over her.

Bruce made his way back to his wife, carrying the new addition to their family cradled against his chest. The scientist gently eased the infant into his mother's arms. "I can't believe we made something so perfect."

"Hermione?"

The new mother looked at the doorway and her smile broadened. She beckoned them forward with a weary voice, "Come in."

"Oh, he's so precious," Molly barreled into the room; Arthur, Tony, Pepper, Ron, Natasha, Steve, Clint, Harry and Angelina followed in her wake. The Weasley matriarch soon held the newest arrival to the family, "So what did you name him, dear?"

"Owen Sebastian Banner," Bruce announced proudly.

The women had swarmed the infant while the men hung back in safety of the outskirts of the room, leaving Bruce to fend for himself. One voice stood out amongst the cooing females; he stood leaning against the wall, arms folded, ankles crossed, "He's a baby. All babies look the same, except for me of course. I was the most handsome-"

"Tony…" Pepper hissed at her fiancé while Hermione rolled her eyes at the man's antics.

"I'm just saying, that I was told that I was an exceptionally-"

"Tony?"

"Yes, Samantha?" The unrepentant, grinning man pushed away from the wall and stood at the edge of Hermione's bed, hands stuffed into his pockets.

"We were wondering if you'd be Owen's godfather."

That stopped all sound in the hospital room with the exception of the gurgling newborn. The billionaire was struck speechless. He stood there, gaping, for a moment until he suddenly found himself holding the boy in question. Tony blinked at the boy who gurgled up at him and found his voice enough to stutter, "Y-you… you want… me…"

Bruce grinned as Hermione went into what Harry and Ron still referred to as her lecture mode and informed the man of all the reasons why he, Anthony Edward Stark, was the logical choice as he was Bruce's best friend and seeing how she couldn't really choose between her two best male friends, not to mention that Ginny who was to be named godmother was her best female friend and…

Ginny squealed excitedly, "I am?"

Hermione blinked, showing her confusion, "You're what?"

"I'm to be Owen's godmother!"

"Well of course you are. Who else would I choose? Honestly was anyone even listening?"

AN: Happy Mother's Day!

Sorry this update is later than usual. I try to post on Thurs or Fri, but seeing how very mom day this epilogue was, Elipsa suggested I hold off until today.

I love you guys ... all of your reviews are such inspiration and heartwarming. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed the ride!