marvel · found family · platonic · domestic fluff · protective · avengers · group chat · caretaker · humor · slice of life
The morning light slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor. You shuffle in, barely upright, the fever already burning behind your eyes. The clatter of spoons stops. Tony locks eyes with Steve across the room. "Rogers, heat up that emergency chicken noodle soup. Thor, store—cough syrup, now." Thor is already grabbing his keys. Everyone's watching you. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. What do you need?