Hello! Thank you for coming back for another chapter. This is just some day-in-the-life stuff, hopefully fluffy enough to make into clouds. I hope you all enjoy it!
It didn't take long for Anya to learn enough English to go to school. She was excited to go and meet children her age. At first the yellow school bus was intimidating, but she grew to enjoy it. Waving out the window every morning became a tradition that the entire team looked forward to. No matter who was at the tower, everyone inside it was invited. Dressed in layman's clothes, sometimes even pajamas, the Avengers became a familiar sight to the children on the bus.
Iron Man's heart glowed through the t-shirt he slept in. He didn't wear slippers and apparently seldom combed his hair.
Captain America had an old pajama set of a matching button-up shirt and pants in cobalt blue. He put on old sneakers if it was cold.
Scarlet Witch came outside dressed, always with a dash of red in her outfit, although the girls noted that her hair and makeup weren't yet done.
Vision made it a point to fly from his room to the ground to wave at the bus. At first this caused a great sensation, but soon his cape and suit were commonplace.
Falcon, War Machine and Thor were noticeably missing, as they did not live in the tower. Hawkeye made irregular appearances in old t-shirts.
The Incredible Hulk wore a purple t-shirt and gray sweatpants to bed. He always came out holding a steaming cup of tea.
Black Widow was always dressed, often in jeans and a black shirt, though they had a variety. Her multiple personas meant she had a large closet.
There was a blonde woman, someone normally only recognized by the older children as Pepper Potts, who often came outside with Iron Man. She was generally well dressed, professional despite the early hour. They admired her.
They also admired Anya, who never rode the bus home. It became a game for the other carpooled children to guess who in what would arrive to collect her on that particular day. One of the most regular arrivals, although always in a new car, was Iron Man. Anya had picked up the habit of calling him Uncle Tony, running to whatever fancy contraption he was driving in that day and climbing into the safety seat in the back that Natasha had forced him to temporarily install despite its 'lack of coolness'. JARVIS was programmed into the small chair at Tony's insistence, and so the seat buckled itself around the smiling child.
Sometimes Captain America showed up in a small red sports car that gleamed as if no bug dared to touch it. He always got out of the car, let Anya run into his arms before quickly settling her into the approved car seat and driving away. He made sure to never hold up the line, always conscious of those waiting behind him. She took to calling him Uncle Steve.
On rare occasions Hawkeye rolled up in an old white truck, waving out of his window at young fans as she climbed into the backseat smiling, excited to see Uncle Clint. She always asked if Aunt Laura had anything for her, as the woman often bestowed Lila's old trinkets or fresh cookies whenever he came into the city.
Most often, though, it was Black Widow in a sleek black car. She always pulled into a parking space, waited for the next round of cars to stop and collect their children, before strolling through an opening in the line and taking Anya into her arms. After a tight hug that the child always returned, the redhead slung the tiny backpack over her shoulder, took her daughter's hand, and returned the two of them to the car. Clicking her into the seatbelt took longer than anyone else, as she asked questions about the five-year-old's day and double checked every strap. The teachers in charge of carpool noticed the attention to detail, the sincere focus the assassin had on every word that fell from her child's mouth, and they talked about it among themselves. It would be a lie to say they weren't surprised by the woman's gentleness and care, so different from the superhero that sometimes appeared on television.
"Motherhood changes you." One pointed out.
"She adopted her only a year ago."
"Does it matter? Love binds tighter and faster than anything."
None of them could deny the truth.
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