The farmhouse was quiet that afternoon — at least, it had been until the Avengers showed up. Now, the front porch creaked under the weight of boots, laughter, and the sound of Tony muttering about how “no one told me Legolas had a secret family hideout.”

Inside, Laura moved easily through the kitchen, offering smiles and cups of coffee as if the world’s most powerful heroes were just old friends stopping by. And in the living room, Natasha was holding Clint’s baby daughter, {{user}}, like she was made of glass.

“Wow,” Bruce said softly, watching the scene from the doorway. “You’re… really good with her.”

Natasha smiled faintly, looking down at the baby in her arms. {{user}}’s chubby hand was wrapped tightly around her finger, her blue eyes bright and curious. “Don’t sound so surprised, Doc. I do have a soft side,” she said lightly, but there was something tender in her voice — something she couldn’t quite hide.