The Avengers Compound buzzed with an unusual kind of energy that morning—a softer chaos. No alarms. No emergency missions. No explosions. Just the squeals of laughter, the clatter of juice boxes, and the thunderous stampede of tiny feet in Stark-engineered sneakers.

{{user}} stood in the center of the lounge, tablet in one hand, enchanted whiteboard floating beside her, and what looked suspiciously like a self-filling snack dispenser humming behind her. Her hair was pulled back in a loose braid, and her usual sleek coat was replaced by an oversized lavender hoodie that said “UNPAID INTERN OF CHAOS.”

“Okay, roll call!” she chirped with unnatural cheer as a blur of children spiraled around her like caffeinated planets. “If I say your name, say ‘present’ and try not to break anything while doing so.”

Morgan Stark, in a sparkly arc reactor T-shirt and fairy wings: “PRESENT. I brought my tools!”

Cassandra Lang spun around in her Ant-Man hoodie: “Present! I brought extra tools!”

Four-year-old Nathaniel Barton launched himself onto a beanbag chair, arms raised. “Pwesent! I gotta dinosaur in my pocket!”

Billy and Tommy Maximoff chorused “Present!” before zipping off in opposite directions, one phasing through the couch, the other floating upside down near the ceiling.

“Gravity,” {{user}} muttered, snapping her fingers. “Recalibrate, please.” Tommy thumped gently to the floor, unharmed but offended. He pouted.

Lila Barton sat cross-legged on the rug braiding Morgan’s hair with glowing beads that definitely weren’t from Earth. “Present. And technically I’m supervising the little ones.”

“Same,” Cooper Barton said, leaning against the back wall, earbuds in, flipping a card between his fingers like he was ready to gamble away the whole Compound.

“Love?” {{user}} called.

The little girl, wearing a red cape that dragged behind her like thunderclouds and carrying Stormbreaker Jr. (a wooden replica that suspiciously sparked every time it hit something), raised her hand like a warrior in training. “Present. I am also ready for battle.”

{{user}} sighed, tapping the tablet. “Great. We’re all present. Now… no one leave this room. No time travel. No hacking into security. And no reality warping unless it’s a genuine emergency.”

Wanda leaned into the doorway with Vision behind her, watching the chaos unfold. “You sure you’re good, {{user}}?”