Avengers:The life of Morgan stark

Chapter 22- Ill blow out the candles happy birthday to me...

The next day dawned with a heavy weight hanging over the Avengers Tower—a somber reminder of the absence of one of their own. As the team gathered in the common area, the air was thick with tension and sadness, each member grappling with their own feelings of grief and uncertainty.

Tony and Pepper, in particular, seemed to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. It was Morgan's birthday—a day that should have been filled with laughter and celebration, but instead was marked by her conspicuous absence.

As the team exchanged glances of silent understanding, Tony and Pepper shared a tearful embrace, their hearts heavy with the pain of missing their daughter. For them, the day was a stark reminder of the precious moments they had lost, and the uncertainty of what the future held.

As the somber atmosphere enveloped the room, Natasha found herself clinging to Steve with a desperate urgency, her subconscious fear clawing at her heart.She was definitely not the clingy type, but after yesterday she was shaken to the very core.

"I can't lose you, Steve," Natasha whispered, her voice trembling with unspoken anguish. "I can't bear the thought of them taking you away from me again."

Steve held her close, his own heart heavy with the weight of her words. "I'm not going anywhere, Natasha," he assured her, his voice filled with quiet determination. "I'll always be by your side, no matter what."

But Natasha's grip only tightened, her fear refusing to be quelled. "I'm scared, Steve," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Scared that if you leave, they'll come back for you. Scared that I'll lose you forever."

Steve's heart broke at the raw vulnerability in her words, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace. "I promise, Natasha," he vowed, his voice steady and unwavering. "I'll never leave you. We'll get through this together, I promise."

As the tension in the room lingered, Clint couldn't help but interject with his trademark snark, attempting to lighten the mood despite the heavy atmosphere.

"Wow, Nat, didn't realize you were the clingy type," Clint quipped, his tone laced with a hint of playful sarcasm. "Guess even super spies need a security blanket."

Natasha shot him a withering glare, her eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion. "Shut it, Clint," she retorted, her voice clipped and cold. "You have no idea what we've been through."

Clint held up his hands in mock surrender, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Hey, hey, just trying to lighten the mood," he said, his tone more subdued now. "We're all in this together, right?"

But Natasha's patience was wearing thin, her nerves frayed from the events of the past few days. "Right," she muttered under her breath, her grip on Steve tightening ever so slightly. "In this together."

Tony silently slipped out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the corridors as he made his way to his workshop. Once inside, he sank into a chair, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a heavy burden.

Alone amidst the hum of machinery and the soft glow of monitors, Tony allowed himself a moment of respite—a chance to gather his thoughts and steel himself for the challenges that lay ahead.

But even in the solitude of his workshop, Tony found no escape from the relentless ache in his heart—the ache of a father missing his daughter, the ache of a man haunted by the fear of what might happen if they didn't find her soon.

With a heavy sigh, Tony buried his face in his hands, the weight of his grief threatening to consume him. But even in his darkest moments, a spark of determination flickered within him—a determination to do whatever it took to bring Morgan home, no matter the cost.