Maria set the comm down on the table, leaning back in her chair, letting out a long breath as the tension from the mission finally lifted.

“Mission complete. Status: success,” she reported, her tone steady.

Steve’s voice crackled through the comms, calm but relieved. “Well done, team. Solid work out there.”

Tony’s playful energy immediately returned. “So, what’s the plan to celebrate? Drinks? Food? Something crazy?”

Bucky, lounging back in his chair with a lazy smirk, muttered casually, “Your daughter.”

{{user}}’s head snapped toward him, eyes wide in horror. “Bucky!!”

Tony’s voice cut in sharp, disbelief layered with protective fury. “What?! Excuse me?!”

Steve’s sigh was audible even over the comm. “Buck… seriously?”

Bucky merely shrugged, smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced at {{user}}. “What? Just answering the question.”

{{user}} groaned, pressing a hand to her face. “I’m never letting you talk again.”

Tony muttered under his breath, still recovering from the shock. “I need a drink… and maybe a shotgun.”

Bucky chuckled, leaning back further, eyes glinting with mischief. “Relax, doll. It was just a little fun.”