i could do this all day
Summary:
A soft and silly little oneshot about the Avengers as a family. Takes place within my Protectorverse series, but can be read alone.
Notes:
This is just fluff really, idk what to tell you. This fic fills my O3: Blanket Fort square for the WinterHawk Bingo which is the last square I needed to black out my entire bingo card!
Thanks as always to tinysugacube for her grammatical prowess, as well as to Marvin for his official seal of approval.
i could do this all day
Tony, fresh off a fourteen-hour invention bender, collapsed into his bed with exhaustion. After another ten hours solidly asleep, he stumbled into the common area of the tower, intent on finding some food. It was only after he’d chugged two mugs of the strongest coffee his espresso machine could brew that he noticed the blankets.
“JARVIS?” he began curiously. “Why are there blankets all over the living room?”
“You have visitors, Sir. When I informed them you were busy, they took it upon themselves to provide their own entertainment.”
“Uncle Tony!” a young voice called out from under the elaborate blanket fort complex, the owner soon scrambling to emerge.
“Lucy! My favorite niece!” Tony called out just as the six-year-old launched herself into his arms.
She giggled. “I’m your only niece.”
“Doesn’t stop you from being my favorite.” He tapped her on the nose, and she giggled again. “What did you do with your parents?”
“We’re here too.” Clint yawned and crawled out as well, shortly followed by Bucky.
“Whole family is here, I see. To what do I owe the honor?”
“Clint, you owe me ten bucks.” Natasha rolled her eyes as she emerged from the tent as well.
Lucy wiggled out of Tony’s arms and ran over to her. “Auntie Nat! You’re awake!”
“Are blanket forts the new clown cars?” Tony asked with a raised eyebrow, noting Loki, Thor, Steve, and Bruce following Natasha in quick succession. “Who else is in there?”
Bucky, ignoring Tony, shook his head. “I told you that was a sucker’s bet.”
“What are we betting on now?”
“Husband, dear,” Natasha began, kissing Tony on the cheek, “you’ve forgotten what day it is again, haven’t you?”
“I—maybe? I’ve been a bit distracted trying to make sure I finished my project before—oh, shit.”
“Swear jar!” Lucy piped up. “Papa said that’s a bad word.”
“Your Papa is a menace,” Tony rolled his eyes. “Also, in my defense, I didn’t actually forget. I just temporarily didn’t remember.”
“Same difference,” Clint sighed before handing Natasha a twenty. “Keep the change.” He clapped his hands together. “Now, where’s the coffee? I’m going to need a lot if I’m going to make it through today.”
“I might need something stronger than coffee,” Loki muttered.
“Imagine how I feel,” Steve grumbled. “They named the whole thing after me.”
Natasha sighed. “You know it was better to control the narrative—”
“—than let them write it for us, I know, we’ve been over this.” Steve paused. “But a musical?”
End Notes:
And with that, my submissions for the WinterHawk Bingo have come to an end!
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