Avengers Daddy Daughter One-shots, Preferences, and Inserts.

Nickname- All

Bucky smiled down at you as you watched Nemo. It was your absolute favorite movie and you were watching it.

Again.

"Hey, little girl." He flashed you the smile only you could get from him, and he picked you up. He settled down on the couch, watching it with you, and you snuggled up in his lap. "You tired, squirt?" He gently stroked your feathery hair as you yawned sleepily.

He smiled to himself and kissed the top of your head. "That's your nickname. Squirt."

Steve pushed into the apartment, laden with grocery bags. He had gone shopping and asked Natasha to watch you. He was exhausted and slightly irritated.

"Who's the cutest baby?" Natasha cooed, throwing you up in the air and catching you, causing you to laugh adorably. "Who's the little darling?"

Steve smiled, watching you two from the doorway. He set the bags down and Natasha grinned at him, holding you. "Daddy! Daddy!" You squealed, reaching out for him.

Steve giggled and hugged you close. You grinned, yawning and instantly snuggling up to him. "You cute little snuggle-bear." He smiled, kissing your forehead. "My adorable daddy's girl."

Tony smiled as you clung to Pepper's skirt, following her everywhere- yet again. You were always following her around, and she loved you so she didn't mind. "You're like a mini Pepper." Tony chuckled, picking you up. You grinned and Pepper smiled. "Are you salt? Salt always goes with pepper."

Pepper rolled her eyes. "Tony, that's the stupidest thing name ever. Call her... Paprika." She said, referencing to Blue's Clues, your favorite show.

Even though Tony said it was perfect and you called you paprika and Pepper, you were still his little salt.

Bruce set down the glass of clean water and peered into the microscope. "Hey, sweetheart." He said, not looking up as you waddled into the lab.

You often visited your daddy when he was meddling in the lab. Surprisingly, he could keep a pretty darn good eye on you while he was doing... Whatever he did.

You waddled over to him and tugged on his jeans, demanding his attention. When he told you to 'hold on' you began to squeak furiously. He chuckled softly and picked you up. You waved a bunch of dandelions in his face proudly.

"Oh! What beautiful flowers!" He made a show of smelling them and putting them in a glass of water. "But not as beautiful as you," he rubbed noses with you, "my adorable little flower."

Pietro zoomed around the house, cleaning up as you watched Wild Kratts on the TV. It was an episode on birds and you were thoroughly thrilled. You loved the fast little birds with their feathered wings.

You climbed up onto the coffee table and squawked, flapping your arms. The coffee table rocked under your weight and just as you were about to jump off it flipped it over from your weight. You cried out, flapping, but Pietro zoomed past and grabbed you up before you could get hurt.

"(Y/n)!" He cried, cradling you close as you cried softly, scared. "Shh... Sh, my poor dear." He began to coo to you in Russian and you slowly calmed down, chirping softly. "It's okay, my little swift." He murmured, rocking you and glancing at the Tv. "I'll keep you safe, little swift."

Thor watched you sleeping soundly in your little cradle made by Asgardian hands. You were in the Shield Helicarrier because Fury had promised to take care of you when Thor had to go to Asgard (even if Fury did feel like a glorified babysitter).

You cooed softly in your sleep and smiled. You glowed with sleepy happiness. You opened your eyes slowly and thor swooped you up. You gently cuddled against him, playing with his long hair.

He beamed down at you. You were the most beautiful creature in all the nine realms. He kissed your forehead gently.

"My little ambrosia." He cooed, letting you grip his large fingers with your tiny hands. "My beautiful honey."