Happy Family

“Aunt Y/N!”

Of all the things that could happen, the last thing you could have expected your day to go was a kid you only saw in pictures and on the news make her way into your office without knocking and make her way to your lap as you continued answering emails.

Morgan H. Stark.

Your brother’s only daughter, and your niece. At four years old, she was a spitting image of your brother and you could see the ghost of your father in her eyes. It brought back all the memories of regret lingering on your shoulders since his passing.

Even without being a part of her life for the better part of four years, it was a surprise to you that she even knows you, let alone this enthusiastic at your presence. Aside from Monica, kids were never your forte in life. You could be the spoiled Aunt to kids, but when it came to tantrums and messes, you’d prefer to be out of the picture as much as you could.

“So how did Little Miss escape her grumpy father?” You inquired, laptop closed gently as you focused on the child snuggled on your lap. The doe brown eyes were looking at you in wonder, a weird way for a kid to do, especially in the mood you had been all morning thanks to one Steve Rogers and one Bucky Barnes.

“Aunt Nattie was suppose to watch over me.” Morgan responded proudly.

“And how did you get here?” You inquired, lifting her up into your arms. Her small arms were quick to wrap around your neck. “How did you even know I was here?”

“Daddy said Aunt Y/N would be back and I asked Mommy if I can come visit you.” She explained.

Huh, who would have ever thought that Tony Stark still talked about you to his new family. Having always thought you were an afterthought, it was a little heartwarming to know you wouls still be included in his little family.

Even before the intrusive thoughts could manifest in your mind for the moments you had refused to be a part of, you headed out of your office and locking the door behind you. Your team was out for lunch—under Tony’s dime, obviously, so it would be a while before any of them would return. Making sure the office was lock, you had made your journey to the elevator with the little girl still in your arms now making sure to ask all the necessary questions her father wasn’t able to.

“Will you come to dinner with us, Aunt Y/N?” Morgan inquired after being satisfied with all the questions her mind would have.

“Depends.” You spoke and as the elevator brought you to your brother’s floor, everyone panicking at the reception and you held the responsible party. “You need to promise me you need to ask Natasha or your Daddy permission whenever you would go to my floor, deal?”

“Deal.” Morgan beamed holding up her hand with her pinky up towards you.

“Right on.” You smirked doing the pinkie promise before making your way towards the panicked crowd that composed of your brother, his wife Pepper, his secretary Natasha, and the dumb and dumber that looked just a stressed as Tony was with the missing child.

“Daddy! Aunt Y/N said she can go to dinner with us.” Morgan announced and all heads jerked towards the two of you.

You tried your best to avoid Dumb and dumber’s gaze, your attention more focused on your brother and his wife.

“It was a good thing she went straight to me.” You said pointedly, rolling your eyes at the sheepish smile that played on the husband-wife duo had. “God knows what would happen if she ran off to someplace else.”

Handing Morgan back to her mother. You bit your lips seeing a different side in Tony, the father you never thought he was capable of becoming. You guess a wife and child can definitely change even the most serial of playboys in New York. You just wish he wasn’t much of a cheater as your father had been during his time.

“Aunt Y/N. Want to play dolls with me and Uncle Bucky and Uncle Steve?” Morgan had said out of the blue.

You winced finally turning to look at the two individuals your niece was talking about. Both looking at you with an expectancy you never thought either would ever have in your presence. Turning back to your niece, you lean towards her to whisper something you know you further get on the two’s nerves.

“You know boys have cooties right?” You whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. Putting on a playful disgusted nose, you pinched your nose earning a giggle from the child. “And they smell bad too.”

“Hey.” All three men protested and you could only fist bump with your niece because of it.

“Once I’m done with my email, I’ll stop by your Dad’s office and come get you. We can have lunch anywhere you want, my treat.” You winked before turning pointedly at Tony and Pepper. “I might even buy you a scoop of ice cream for dessert.”

“Y/N…” Tony warned and you could only smile bigger. Nothing was worse than a kid with a sugar rush in their system. This is you little way of getting back at Tony—spoiling the shit out of Morgan and bring hell to him in the process because of it.

“Okay!” Morgan cheered, once again pulling pinky up for you.

Without hesitation, hooking your own around hers. You made a promise—a promise you were more than willing to keep.

“Anything you want, Little Lady.” You winked before making you leave. Never once did you meet anyone’s eyes aside from Morgan that was waving at you as you finally made your way to the elevator.
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“I’m surprise she’s actually good with kids.” Bucky couldn’t help but point out as they joined Tony into his office. Morgan rested on her father’s lap as he continued on with whatever he was handling on the computer.

“She’s actually good with a lot of things.” Tony had acknowledged much to Bucky’s surprise. What Steve didn’t know was he knew very well the doubt that was in Tony’s decision—bringing her back into the company, wasting God knows how much money. “You should have seen her with Rhodey’s kids back in the day.”

It was more than a business for Tony, more than what he lets on in the moment. For the life of Bucky, he never really understood where you fit in this mess of a life. A daughter that had left everyone high and dry and now come when the company was bound to crumble.

“And she’s pretty too!” Morgan supplied making all three men smile down at her.

“Of course she is, she’s a Stark. Just like you.” Tony smirked down towards his daughter before his eyes returned back towards the monitor. “And she’s just as stubborn as one.” He muttered more for Bucky and for Steve to hear.

“A Stark through and through.” Steve’s remarks earn a pointed look from both Bucky and Tony. He was the last person whose opinion on you should matter.

“Yeah, and now you’re facing a wrath of one.”

Before another argument could start between the two of them, Bucky had held onto Steve’s hands, hoping and praying that it was enough to calm him. The lack of a response from the blond was enough to place him at ease for a while. Let’s just hope Stark doesn’t say anything else to trigger another argument all over again.

“Want to know a secret? I screwed up the Maximoff’s life, I did a total takeover in their company, with your signatures on the paper.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed, what did Tony mean?

“Sokovia Reports? Rings a bell?” Tony offered. The lack of Steve’s response or the fact that he couldn’t look at them made Bucky aware of the secret that Steve had never told him. “Because of your secrets we had to bury, my father and I had to do things we shouldn’t.”

“So you’re gonna tell her about it?”

“And face more of her wrath? I don’t think so.” Tony snorted. “I made a promise to my father after he passed, his secret along with your own would stay to my grave.”

“Even if it means making her stay here?”

“Oh if she finds out, she would stay and stake her claim more than ever—and she will win and throw all three of us out along the way.”