![]() Yes, Tony had met babies before, but he'd never had to spend any length of time in their company. At the time, he hadn't imagined things would turn out the way that they did, but then again, his life rarely adhered to expectations. And he'd never seen her look anything but composed before. He never would have imagined she'd appear at his doorstep with a baby in her arms, her uniform disheveled and all in all looking quite distressed. That was why he'd always gone out of his way to help her when he could. No matter what her professional dealings were, Tony knew with utmost certainty that she was kindhearted, and that she cared very deeply. She was a secret agent of some sort, and they got along best when he didn't ask her what she did or for whom. Back then, he'd actually tried talking her into going out with him a couple of times, but she was not swayed by his charms, though she did seem to like him to some degree, and kept in touch. Tony had met Natasha several years before, at one of his fundraisers. Liberty was the most wondrous thing he'd ever seen. He had focused on the tiny human that lay on the sofa next to her, thoughts rushing through him and finding no purchase. Natasha had to lay low, she'd said, and Tony took it in stride. And thinking back on it now, the thought hadn't occurred to him until a couple of weeks had passed. ![]() They both knew he couldn’t be entrusted with anything more fragile than a tank. Of course Tony had known that Natasha wasn't considering him as a potential adoptive parent to the child she'd just rescued. She won't remember what happened to her parents, but she needs a stable home. Liberty is still very young, Natasha had said when she'd crashed at his place that fateful night all those months ago.
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