~I'm sorry I forgot Pietro.... I am going to group him with the xmen though....~
Pietro:
(Daddy's Hands)
You mentally face palmed yourself as you saw the date on your iPhone. It was two days before Father's Day and you really wanted to do something special for your Dad and your three uncles.
You had bought each of them a new Bowie hunting knife, tickets to the next Giants vs Jets game, as well as tickets to the next Steelers vs Ravens game.
As you sat down on the front porch swing, no ideas came to you. Pietro wasn't being much help either, because he was asleep in your eldest brother
(Y/B/N)'s hammock.
Your mom had already put together the party idea, but there was something more to be done.
That's when an idea finally hit you and you couldn't help but laugh out loud. Sneaking a peek at the sleeping form of Pietro you tip toe back to your room.
After a few hours in your room, you were set.
~2 days later~
"Oh, (Y/N), thank you," was the chorused response to the presents you got your dad and three uncles.
"That's not all, Guys," you say as you take your dad's old Gibson guitar from its case.
Your dad, mom, uncles, aunts, cousins, siblings and Pietro had confused looks on their faces.
"I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare. You could read quite a story with the callous' and lines, years of work and worry had left their mark behind. I remember daddy's hands how they held my mama tight and patted my back for something done right. There are things that I'd forgotten that I love about that man, but I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands. Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was crying, daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong. Daddy's hands weren't always gentle, but I've come to understand, there was always love in daddy's hands," you sang, a couple of tears falling from your eyes.
When you had finished with the song, there was not a dry eye in the living room. Your dad and uncles smiled, happy for the performance.
A few moments later everyone was out back eating the grilled steaks (or whatever you and your family grills) and other good food.
As you were talking to your mom, Pietro came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.
"(Y/N), you never told me how well you could sing," Pietro says.
"You never asked," you retort, smirking.
"I'll ask you next time," he says smirking.
You just shake your head at him and the two of you enjoy the rest of the day with your family.
