Natasha tilted her head, watching tony. Wondering what tony had offered up, but not curious enough to bother a man looking ready to fall over himself. Supporting Loki more she smiled a little,”She is. So if the ramifcations are we have to deal with a pregnant tony or something horrific like that, I might kill you for procreating, Loki.”Natasha teased a little before holding onto him tighter. “Where do you want to go?You’re laying down now.”She said her voice stern and unwilling to listen to any protests. “You might want to go get clint off Tony. He’s looking ready to bolt.”Natasha muttered looking up at steve and james.
“Fuck...F-fuck.My chest hurts.”Tony coughed, whining a little as the other checked him over, panting quietly. “No he wont.”He muttered, okay, so he knew that tj was going to kill him, or well his boys probably would. Leaning heavily into clint he sighed quietly, raising a hand to sooth Clint, stroking his hair “The Fantasy twins might....though I should be forgiven for...surviving that.”he muttered looking utterly lost on how to deal with the sobbing archer clinging to him.
“Oh....okay.What...happened?”TJ muttered frowning, looking at Mab. “Oh!I’m sorry, i should..I should be doing proper things. I am a politicans son, I can be better then laying down to greet you!”TJ rambled, well, it was a good thing to see that his momentary death hadn’t dulled his need to give a good impression, or to please someone else. “No, you are fine, my son. Rest. You need it.”Mab soothed, letting her voice sooth the other, vaguely amused as tj let the magic sooth him.