𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐝𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

🌻 | 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 [1]

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩? Yes | [No]

a/n: enjoy :)

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Fairburn, Georgia
[3rd Person's P.O.V]

Tony walked out from within in cabin, looking for his young daughter as he jogged down the stairs of the wooden cabin.

He walked along with the tall trees, continuing to look around. He passed by a few chairs, soon clapping his hands while approaching a small, baby-blue tent with multiple colours along its walls.

"Chow time!" He called out after clapping a rhythmic beat.

He continued to look around as he neared the small tent, sitting on a small chair outside of it as he looked in the item's direction.

"Maguna," Tony called out his daughter's nickname, sitting on the small chair.

He fiddled with a small stuffed toy in his hands, calling out his daughter's full name as he looked at the toy with a furrow on his brow.

"Morgan H. Stark, you want some lunch?" He questioned, his said daughter popping out of the tent with a blue mask similar to his covering her face, a glove with a glowing centre was in her hand.

"Define 'lunch' or be disintegrated," She walked out, pointing her hand out as Tony held his hand out.

"Okay," He eyed the mask. "You should not be wearing that, okay? That is part of a special anniversary gift I'm making for Mum."

He kissed Morgan's cheek through the helmet, pulling away while lifting the metal helmet off of his daughter's head. He brushed her hair aside, smiling a little.

"There you go. You were thinking about lunch?" He tucked her hair behind her ear. "I can give you a handful of crickets on a bed of lettuce."

"No," Morgan smiled before pouting.

"That's what you want," He replied before lifting the glowing blue and gold helmet. "How did you find this?"

"Garage."

"Really?" Tony squinted his eyes suspiciously. "Were you looking for it?"

"No," She played with her hair. "I found it though."

Tony hummed, soon standing from the small chair as he picked his daughter up by the waist, carrying her away.

"You like going in the garage, huh? So does Daddy."

He grunted at his daughter's weight, walking away from the tent.

"It's fine actually," He looked down at the mask. "Mum never wears anything I buy her. So I'm gonna..."

Tony's trailed, his speech halting as he spotted a familiar face appearing from a car that was parked by his porch. He walked up the stairs to the cabin, turning around as Natasha tilted her head at him in greeting, Tony copying the action back at her.

"Tony, Pepper says that lunch is–" Anthea halted, looking in Tony's direction as she noticed the other group of people standing outside.

"Oh..."

"Andy, take Morgan inside. I'll... settle these guys in." 

Tony placed Morgan down, passing Morgan's hand to Anthea as the girl took Morgan's smaller one in her own. Anthea nodded, smiling down at Morgan as she led the younger girl to her mother.

"Let's go help your Mum out, yeah?" Anthea smiled as Morgan nodded.

Anthea looked back one last time to see the other Avengers walking up the stairs of the porch, the inventor soon settling them down.