As always, everyone was joking about your age, saying how young you looked, calling you a baby, ect. And that raised the question, how old were you? (You’re dad is Tony) (everyone in the room: Tony, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, Thor) “How old are you?” Steve asked, genuinely curious. “They’re 12-” Tony said, before you cut him off. “I’m 18.” Clint turned around, “we missed your birthday? Natasha asked “Why didn’t you tell us?” The room fell into silence.