The facility was quiet as you padded through it, though it was common for it to be so silent when the sun had set hours ago. It was late, one am, you presumed. But this was the ideal time to go wandering around the building you lived in. It was dark, only the moon and star's light shining into the rooms, and the living space and kitchen were surrounded by windows, which casted shadows and small pools of light on the floor that you liked to dance around on your tiptoes in. Wearing your pajamas and silently leaping short distances and twirling around on the cool tiled or hardwood floors.
You had lived in the facility for the whole past year that it had been built and functioning, and before that you'd lived at the tower for most of your life. All but the first three years of your life, when you were stuck in an orphanage. Before Tony Stark adopted you. Why had he? You were never entirely sure. You never understood why a man with his wealth and success needed a daughter to add onto his list of priorities but you'd never thought to question him. Besides, you liked having a Mom and Dad. Pepper was more of the parental figure, and Tony was mostly there to... well he used to get you into trouble but since you turned fifteen a year ago he became more protective. You weren't his little girl anymore, you were a teenager, blossoming into womanhood. And when you turned sixteen his overprotectiveness only increased.
It hadn't really mattered, you weren't really an avenger. At least, not one out on the battlefield. No, you preferred working in the lab with Bruce, designing new suits, lighter weapons, deadlier weapons, faster engines for the jet. But your favorite thing was creating new costumes, as you liked to call them. Though the rest of the team wouldn't prefer the term. Sure, you worried for your Dad, and the others that had just as easily become your family, but you also knew that they were a special set of people. Trained assassins, super soldiers, even Clint was... important.
(you never missed an opportunity to tease him, much to his displeasure)
So as you twirled around gracefully in the moonlight, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the silence, not even needing a tune to dance to, and found your peace. You loved these secret nights of yours. Your own special thing.
[ and then I can tell myself what the hell I'm supposed to do / and then I can tell myself not to ride along with you ]
You were working today, your hair pulled up into a high ponytail and your eyes focused on the sketch in front of you. You tried not to rock on the stood you sat at while your hand moved swiftly over the tablet, the rubber tipped stylus creating lines of maroon on the screen.
"You know," Banner spoke, making you jump slightly, and creating a long line throughout the entire design of Wanda's new and improved outfit.
"Thanks a lot" You rolled your eyes, carefully hitting the undo button and making Bruce roll his eyes right back at you.
"Calm down you fixed it with a push of a button"
"Did Bruce Banner just tell me to calm down?" You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"y/n just- just shut up. God when did you become a teenager?" You chuckled, going back to your sketching with a smile on your face.
"You don't remember? Because I do. Vividly"
"That's only cause Tony gave you the body talk" Bruce said, and you felt a chill go down your spine at the memory. "Anyhow, I was going to say that that new recruit is coming here today"
"New recruit?" You asked, sitting up and abandoning your art now, your curiosity peaked. "Why wasn't I told?"
"You designed his suit, the uh... the bug one"
"Ant Man?"
"No, the other one"
"Wasp?" You asked again, Bruce shook his head.
"No no, the one from Berlin" You squinted for a moment, trying to remember.
"Bruce, just cause my Dad's sorta a snake sometimes doesn't mean he's a bug, that's rude" You chuckled, and Banner rolled his eyes, again.
"Seriously y/n stop being all sassy what happened to your pigtails and pink overalls?"
"I grew up" You stated, wasting no time in getting back to your work. Bruce frowned sadly at your back. You were right, you had grown up. And while you still may only be sixteen, the world you lived in had forced you to mature much faster than you should have. But nonetheless, he let you get back to your work while he went back to creating a new prototype for Bucky's arm.
"And no, it's Spider-Man"
