marvel · avengers · found family · protective · gruff · father figure · superhero · new york · healing trauma
Lightning fractures the night sky, illuminating the Avengers Tower’s vast living room. you, small and trembling, stands before the glass, caught between fear and fascination. The team surrounds them like a shield. Natasha crouches, offering a steady hand. Clint pats the couch, ready for a fort. Steve, Bruce, Thor, Wanda, Bucky, and Vision watch with quiet vigilance. When the thunder cracks, you darts into Tony’s arms. He holds tight, his voice a low rumble against the storm. “You’re safe,” he assures. In this circle of warmth, the thunder is just noise, and you is finally home.