Ello my loves! I have to say that I am just mind blown by all your nice comments and support of this story.

I know I sound like a broken record, and I know this is annoying to you because I think the same exact thing about authors who don't know when to stop acting like Taylor Swift.

But it's the truth and the truth must be told.

Also I am deathly sorry that I took so long to update. I never abandoned this story this chapter just needed a little more time to be told. Let me know what you think of it!

DISCLAIMER: (Let me first say I don't know who wrote this but I thought it was genius) "This is a work of fiction. Still, given an infinite number of possible worlds, it must be true in one of them. And if a story set in an infinite number of universes is true in one of them, it must be true in all of them. So maybe it's not as fictional as we think." ...But I still don't own Clint or Darcy...or the whole Marvel franchise. Or my character's faces. *awkward*

Georgi didn't sleep upstairs on Christmas Eve. She quietly crept in to grab her things, and only did that because she knew that Rob had a very precise "internal clock"-also known as a bedtime-that he wouldn't disturb.

She knew full well what was going to happen tomorrow. There was only one possible outcome and it involved not marrying Robert Hughes. Some part of her was still...struggling with coming to terms with that, as awful as it sounds. They were all materialistic concerns, things that really shouldn't that didn't matter on most levels. Georgi could buy new clothes if it came to that, most of her things weren't in his apartment anyways. Apparently Rob had a very delicate feng-shui. All the details involving the wedding weren't her's. Rob just did whatever the hell he wanted, saying that he knew best.

No, Georgiana Lewis really wouldn't be missing Robert Hughes, or anything he had to offer.

That thought sent her to sleep with determined eyes hidden behind her lids.

He rolled over to the cold side of the mattress and contentment flowed through his veins. Sleeping beside someone was so very bothersome. All the warmth and their godforsaken breathing and moving around. Honestly, he didn't know how he had put up with it for as long as he had. At first it was a sweet novelty, something new to try but now, well, Rob was very grateful that little Georgiana was too afraid to come to bed.

Oh how wrong he was...

Waking up was agreeable. The sheets weren't soft enough and the pillows were quite obviously not stuffed with goose feathers but this was the last day so Rob could deal. Besides, he still needed to teach Georgiana a lesson.

With that in mind Rob woke up and began the process of putting on his pre-planned outfit, courtesy of his secretary. Finally done with getting dressed, he deemed himself ready to put his future trophy wife in her place and made his way downstairs. Rob found her in the kitchen with Linda and Spencer, who was playing with what looked like an old bee-bee gun.

The women were chatting quietly, making coffee and toasting bagels. "Georgiana." His voice stopped both women short. Rob watched as Georgiana's back straightened and shook with deep breathing before turning to meet him.

"Yes?"

"May I speak to you outside?" Georgi nodded and went for her coat. Once outside, she crossed her arms and nodded for him to continue. "I think I deserve an apology."

Spencer had followed them outside and was trying to show Georgi his toy gun. "Auntie! Look what I found-"

Georgi didn't hear him, she was too busy seething from Rob's poor choice of words. "Excuse me? You have insulted my family more times than I can count and you want an apology?"

Rob nodded, feeling that this was going quite well. "Yes. I think it is justified."

"Oh, you want to know what is justified you pathetic excuse for a human being-"

Little Spencer's voice piped up again. "I think it was Daddy's. Do you think I can shoot it? Auntie!"

"Would you shut it you awkward little half breed?!" Rob snapped at Spencer. The tiny boy cowered into his aunt's side right away.

Georgi's mouth dropped open at Rob's outburst. How dare he? Who speaks to little children like that?! She turned and dropped down to Spencer's level. "Honey, why don't you go inside? I'll be right in."

Spencer nodded easily. "Okay, Auntie."

Once the little boy was gone, Georgi unleashed her fury. "Don't you dare talk to my nephew like that." She walked right up to him and stared him dead in the eye. "You know, I have no idea what I ever saw in you. I doubt you even loved me to begin with. It was probably all a game to you, I was just the damn prize." He didn't even have the dignity to say anything. "I would appreciate it if you left, Robert."

Rob was stunned for a few seconds. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me, and I'd rather not repeat myself."

He laughed uneasily. "Georgiana, darling, you're being ridiculous."

"You mean emotional. Now, listen close, Rob, I know this may be hard to understand but emotions are a thing human beings have that separate them from common animals. Maybe you should try to develop some." Rob was visibly thunderstruck, Georgi had never so much as back talked him before they'd come here. Before her god damn family had ruined everything. "Now leave."

What Rob did next was overwhelmingly stupid. It was a split-second decision really, a last ditch effort to win back his prize. He moved forward and slammed her against the wall. "Now you listen to me, bitch, the only way I'm leaving is if you are with me." Georgi was finally looking at him with fear in her eyes. Rob revelled in the return of it.

"Let go of me, Rob."

"No. I don't think I will." He dropped his head down to her level, making sure to get as close as he could without actually touching her. "Because, you see, this is over when I say it's over Georgiana. You don't get much of a say." Georgi didn't say anything, just stared at him with unbridled hatred. "Is that clear?" Something behind him caught Georgi's eye and she smirked. "What?"

She finally looked at him, her blue eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. "Don't look now but there are three very angry men behind you." All the color drained from Rob's face and his green eyes widened comically. He didn't turn but quickly let go of Georgi and backed away. Rob's cowardice prevented him from turning to face the three men but he could feel their anger through their stares.

"I'd prefer it if you turned around, I'm not really prone to attacking a man when his back is turned." Will said.

"Then why would I turn around?"

"Oh, I said I'm not prone to it. Doesn't mean I won't where you're concerned."

Georgi is still in front of him and he accidently makes eye contact with her. "I'd turn around. At least then you can see it coming."

Even though Rob doesn't mean to, he listens to her and instantly regrets it.

Admittedly, Dean, Will, and Clint are intimidating men most of the time. But, right now? Downright terrifying. Rob knew he was about to get hit, no matter what he did. Still, the lawyer in him was convinced there was a way out of this. So he threw on his debonair smile and tried to weasel his way out of it. "Gentlemen, I don't think this confrontation is really all that necessary-"

"Oh I think it's necessary." Dean cut in.

"I'll just grab my things and be on my way. No altercation, no mess...no lawsuit."

"Look, Rob, I hate to break it to you, really I do, but I know Tony fucking Stark. He's kinda on my speed dial. I don't think you'll be getting anywhere with that lawsuit."

Will and Dean looked at Clint incredulously. "You do?"

Clint looked at the two men, seeming to realize what he had said. "Oh...did I say that out loud?"

Dean nodded, his face still frozen in surprise. "Yeah, kinda." Seeing this as his only shot to get away unscathed, Rob made a break for the door. "Ah, where do you think you're going? I didn't think we were done with you. Georgi, were we done with him?"

His head snapped towards Georgi and he gave her a pleading look. She ignored him. "Nope. I was just going to get some popcorn actually." She went to the door. "Carry on."

"You heard the lady." Will said. All three men moved in towards him. "Where to start, where to start...maybe the face?" Will raised his fist and Rob closed his eyes in anticipation for the pain.

Will was just about to hit him before a small hand closed over his. "William Lewis, I expected more from you." Linda scolded her husband. Rob breathed a sigh of relief. "Is this the example you want to show to your son?"

"When protecting his family, yes!"

"It's still not right. You're just sinking to his level." Linda let go of Will's fist and stepped away from him. "I won't stop you if you decide to but...I don't think it's right."

Will looked from his wife to Rob. He wanted nothing more than to beat this man to a pulp, and he was about to-damn the consequences with his wife-until he saw Spencer watching him from the window. There wasn't much of an expression on the boy's face so Will couldn't tell what his son was thinking but in that moment Will decided one of son's memories were going to be of seeing his father show mercy to someone who didn't deserve it. Not punching the crap out of a man, no matter how much he needed it. Will stepped down and glared at Rob. "Leave before I change my mind."

Rob nodded and was glad his keys were in his pocket. He turned towards his car and coincidentally Linda Lewis. It's unknown why he chose to say anything but the self absorbed asshole did anyway, "Linda, thank you so much. I don't know what I would've do-"

"Shut up."

Rob stopped short and inclined his head. "Pardon?"

Linda ignored his question. "The only reason I stopped Will is because my son was right there. So please, leave before I punch you myself."

"I'm not sure I understand you..."

"No? Let me clear it up for you." The small Asian woman pulled back her arm, balled her first, and punched Robert Hughes square in the face. Blood burst from his perfectly sculpted nose and pain erupted in her knuckles.

"Ah!" Robert wrenched forward and cupped his nose. "What was that for?"

"Linda!" She turned, everyone was staring at her in awe.

Linda simply gave the family a smile. "Couldn't resist."

Before any more words could be said, Rob was speeding off in his navy blue suburban, most likely cursing the Lewis family name and struggling to call his lawyer through all the blood dripping down his face.

The cliche would be to inform you that cheers went up and everyone started to insult Rob within an inch of his life, just because they didn't have to hold their tongue anymore. That kind of happiness may have occurred, and I'm sure it would have been a spectacular ending, complete with a crane shot slowly taking you away from the Lewis house and an old man's voice telling "And they lived happily ever after"

Nope. Sorry.

"Ow...no, no, no, no." A screech of pain overpowered all thoughts of happiness. "Please don't, no...damn it!" Dean immediately recognized the voice as his wife and rushed into the kitchen where he found her on the floor, clutching her pregnant stomach.

"Carey? Baby, what's wrong?" He knelt down beside her and pushed her hair from her face. "Tell me what's wrong."

"The-the babies. Dean, they're coming." She looked up fearfully, her dark eyes full of tears. "They're too early, Dean! This can't happen!" She shrieked before stopping suddenly to try to control her pain.

Jeremy gently touched Dean's shoulder, who was as distraught as his wife. "She needs to get to a hospital, son." Dean nodded numbly and stood. "Carey, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Dean and I are going to help you stand up and then we're going to get you to a hospital, okay?"

Carey nodded quickly, just wanting the pain to be over.

Dean felt a tap on his shoulder and turned his head to see Clint. "Where are your keys? I'll pull the car around."

He gave his friend a grateful smile. "On the counter, the Subaru."

Clint nodded. "Okay."

Dean turned his attention back to his wife and focused on calming her down. "Carey, listen, stop worrying. Our babies are going to be fine."

Carey tucked her head into Dean's neck and whimpered, "I just don't want to hurt anymore..I don't like being weak."

He kissed her forehead. "You're not being weak, you're scared for your children. But everything's going to be fine, promise."

Carey sighed and nodded. "I believe you."

On the inside, Dean Cortese was just as scared as his bride.

All right; firstly, let me apologize for waiting a month to get this up. I'm REALLY sorry. Forgive me?

I'm also sorry that I just left you hanging like that but...a helluva lot happened in this chapter.

Just know that I promise a happy ending!

Love,

Spit-fire Extraordinaire