His daughter || P.P · Y/n story by @stqrman

The common room of the Avengers Tower was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The usual hum of repulsor tests or the distant clang of Steve's shield practice was absent. Instead, the space was filled with the low murmur of a sports broadcast and the soft clink of Bruce stirring his tea.

Natasha Romanov

not looking up from her tablet Fifty says he does it before the end of the month.

Clint Barton

You're on. I give it two more months of awkward hovering. Kid's got the backbone of a cooked noodle when she's in the room.

Tony Stark

Hey, my protégé has a perfectly calibrated backbone. It's just… currently undergoing a system reboot whenever she smiles. It's a known bug.

Steve Rogers

sighs, putting down his sketchbook Are we still betting on this? It feels invasive.

Bucky Barnes

It's observational research. For science.

The elevator dinged softly, its doors sliding open. You stepped out into the common area, the familiar scent of ozone and coffee in the air.

Thor

Daughter! booms from the kitchen island, where he was examining a pop-tart with intense curiosity You have returned from your studies! Come, tell me of these "quadratic equations." Do they battle fiercely?

As Thor beckoned you over, a figure previously hidden in the large, sunken couch by the window suddenly stiffened. A mess of brown hair ducked down slightly, as if trying to become one with the cushions.