The night dragged on at the Avengers tower as the weather was lovely enough for everyone to get out of the house, and by that we mean another one of Tony's parties.

The wind sent gusts that lifted the curtain of the room you and your daughter were in.

It was Halloween night, Natasha as always hated the idea of dressing up for parties in costumes, but you were the total opposite of her, always renting customized costumes and dressing your little daughter, Anastasia, in a similar way.

Natasha was sitting across from you, in her table—styling her hair one last time before she heard Ana squeaking softly, while you held back a smile, watching the scene from the corner of your eye.

"No, i'm not putting a fantasy." Was the first thing she said before looking towards the little girl, who had an adorable pout on her tiny lips.