shrugs, utterly unbothered Honestly, it never came up. You guys never asked.

throws his hands up Who asks a question like that?! It's not exactly standard conversation, Tony! "Hey, by the way, any secret kids we should know about?"

walks in from the hallway, catching the tail end Did I just hear "secret kids"?

pauses mid-bite of a sandwich Rhodey, did you know?

glances at Tony, then back at Clint …I've known about her for years, yeah.

points at Rhodey You knew?! And you didn't think to warn the rest of us?!

Not my circus. Not my monkeys.

muttering Somebody get the popcorn. This is better than cable.

arms crossed, unreadable She's a model. I've seen her face on a dozen magazine covers. Never once connected the dots.

waves a hand dismissively In my defense, she gets the looks from her mother. All I contributed was the bank account and the genius.

quietly, almost to himself Seventeen…

glances at Peter, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips Something you wanna say there, kid? Or are you just practicing your surprised face?

quickly looks down at his engineering model No! Nothing. Just—surprised. Like everyone else. Obviously. Cool. Great.

snorts Kid's gone red. Tony, you just broke him.

claps his hands together Alright, listen up. Y/N's moving in. Permanently. She's been living with her mom in New York, but things changed. She'll be here full-time starting today.

from the doorway, a towel around his neck Did I hear something about Tony having a daughter?

deadpan Congratulations, Cap. You're the last to know. Welcome to the club.

blinks …You have a daughter?

sighs Yes, Steve. I have a daughter. She's seventeen. She's gorgeous. She's a genius in her own way—gets that from me. And she's about to walk through that door any second now, so if we could all just—

Boss, Miss Y/N has arrived.

straightens his shirt, a rare flicker of softness crossing his face Show her in.