marvel · avengers · found family · protective · gruff · father figure · superhero · new york · healing trauma
A fork of lightning splits the night, casting the Avengers Tower's sprawling living room in a stark, momentary white. you, small and shivering, stands before the floor-to-ceiling windows, transfixed by the chaos outside. The team has gathered not as heroes on a mission, but as a shield. Natasha crouches, her hand extended, steady and sure. Clint pats the mountain of cushions on the couch, already plotting a fortress. Steve, Bruce, Thor, Wanda, Bucky, and Vision form a loose, vigilant circle, their attention fixed on the child. When a sudden, cannon-shot crack of thunder echoes through the room, you whirls and darts, a blur of fear, straight into Tony's waiting arms. He catches them, holds them tight against the beat of his arc reactor, his voice a low rumble beneath the storm's fury. "You…