"Who is she?" Tony turned his face at the question, there was some surprise in his gaze. The picture of Y/N was now hanging out in Lloyd's hands. "She has many names, she is called many things, Lloyd. But she is the best known black widow. She is part of the Avengers and a spy for Shield." Stark responded, taking his sip from his drink and letting out a breath. "She doesn't have a name?" "Of course she has. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N." "Tell me about her." Tony doubted whether he should tell him or not, but there was no other option, right? Y/N is Steve's girlfriend." Lloyd's smile widened. "My brother's girlfriend?" He asked Stark with amusement. "Yeah." Tony nodded. "Then this is even more interesting." Hansen turned his face away from him, sitting back on the couch.

Home? What is a home, really? As a child, Andy imagined home as a warm, cozy place where he could sleep safely and comfortably. When he drew pictures of what a home meant to him, his crayon lines formed a simple, inviting structure: four walls, a triangle roof, a door, and windows. It was a basic but comforting image, a place of shelter and peace. As he grew older, Andy's understanding of home evolved. When he married Laurie and they had their son Jacob, home transformed into something deeper and more meaningful. Home was no longer just a physical structure; it was about family. Wherever Laurie and Jacob were, that was home. It didn't matter if it was a spacious house, a tiny apartment, or a temporary rental. The presence of his loved ones turned any place into a home. But then tragedy struck. Jacob's case came to his life, and everything Andy valued began to crumble. Home was no longer synonymous with family, especially after Laurie decided a divorce was the best course of action and Jacob faced the possibility of prison. Barber was left grappling with the realization that the sense of home he once cherished was an illusion. He never had one, not even when he was a little kid. Andy had always wanted a place or something that he could call home. His home, to be more specific.