There was an audible snort that she couldn't blame the baby for. That was a dead on impression. Wicked guessed it was hard to imagine, it was sort of hard to believe and she was there for it.
"Yep, doctor's appointments, ultrasounds, he got books and junk food for me, hell, he even babysits. Like normal grandma stuff to be honest. I also had Kitty so you know he's not completely screwed."
Maybe Nick was getting soft in his old age who knew, but then again her relationship with Fury was very different from the one Tony had with him.
"He's taking a shit," She noted pointing to Joe. That was definitely the shit grin. The scrunched up face was the dead give away. She held out her hands to take him. "Don't worry it's a legit diaper he won't get any on you."