Irondad, Spiderson, And A Little Kid. (Discontinued)

Chapter thirty - curse da bird.

Sorry about the curse word, but it's funny!

Brandy's POV:
They were gathered in the main living room. We sat there in silence. Suddenly, something wonderful popped into my head.

I shift into a hawk, and fly to the middle of the room silently. No one notices.

" Caw caw, motherf_____!" I screech and they all look up at me. Hawkeye, Sam, Bucky, Tony, Peter, Natasha and Rhodey burst into fits of laughter.

" Brandy Carol Stark! LANGUAGE!" Steve points a finger up at me, and I fall to the ground laughing. I shift back to a human still on the ground.

I sit up and cough a bit. I wipe a tear from my eye, and smile.

" Haven't laughed that hard since I was I dunno, three?" I feel myself get picked up. " We are the best Hawks!" I smile and nod.

" Yeah!" Clint puts me down on the couch beside Bucky.

The room falls silent again for a while.

" Hey Bucky?" I whisper into his ear. He hums in response, and I hold in a laugh.

" Birth certificates are really just baby receits." I whisper back, and he snorts and laughs for a bit.

Silence.

" Do I need to curse again so it's not so quiet?" I say looking at everyone in the room. " No!" Steve groans with laughter in his eyes.

" Ok." I sit back down and see Bucky looking at me.

" What? You look like your debating if your the better older brother over Peter." I say and they both glare at each other.

" Is that a challenge?" Bucky says playfully. " No, not really. Your the best older brother, Peter is the best cinnamon roll brother." I say simply.

Bucky lifts me up, and grins. " And your the best little sister!" I snort and smile. ( IRL I looked at this, and decided to snort like a pig. Causing my sister to yell at me to shut up, as I laugh until I can't breathe ).

Stark seems deep in thought. " What is it Tony?" I ask, and he looks up.

" If Bucky is your brother that mean he's my.... son?"

Bucky bursts into laughter, and I join him. " Tony...* Wheeze* that..." I fall back into the couch, and laugh until I my throat hurts.

Bucky dramatically picked me up and shook me. " Stop laughing before you die!!" He yells with a smile.

" At least that death would be quite hysterical." I joke, and he snorts. " Stop joking about death in front of America!"  Sam practically yells pointing at Steve.

Bucky mock salutes and " apologizes ". We fall into silence again.

I lean over to Bucky again. " Tommorow, we dress the same, and wear our hair in a bun. Deal?" He smiles.

" Deal."

<Skipped to next day by lazy piece of poo>

I walk into the room. By my side, is Bucky. We both have black shirts. Both have brown pants. Both have our hair in a short bun. We look exactly alike. Just Bucky is a boy, and he's taller, and he has a beard.

They all stare at us. I clear my throat.

" I'm a mini Bucky. Bow before the Bucky's." They all exchange glances, and Peter bows down. Bucky lifts me up, and the Lion King music come out of nowhere.

" It's the circle of life! And it rules us all!" I shift into a baby lion. Everyone still stares. " It's too early for this..." Uncle Rhodey mutters.