Ok I just hurt myself laughing at this fic, seriously curled up fetal, couldn't breathe, the works:
Without the Usual Cost of Labor “Okay,” Pepper says, loudly. “Moving on. What’s her name?”
“Baby,” Tony says.
“Princess America,” Thor says.
Bruce coughs. “I might have told him that,” he admits, when Natasha tilts her head.
“No,” she says.