"Bruce, everyone's gone on a mission. Can we go to the library?"

Bruce turned away from his computer, and looked the raven haired girl beside him. Evie's green-gold eyes shone with hope and expectancy.

"Well…." Bruce leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as if in deep thought. He was not doing anything of significance; just rerunning some tests Tony did last night after he had had one or two too many glasses of scotch. So far the results had not been too different from before, a testament to Stark's genius. He made a show of thinking Evie's request over, mumbling to himself.

"Please?"

"Oh…..okay," Bruce pretended to be very reluctant in his answer.

"Yay!" Evie grabbed his hand, but he intentionally made it really hard for her to pull him up.

"Oh, I don't know if I can get up, Sweethheart…"

"Oh come on, Brucie!

"Arms….legs….so heavy….."

"Ugh! You're ridiculous!" Evie gave up and dropped his arm. "I'll go by myself. JARVIS, you're in this new-fangled phone that Tony insists I use, right?

"I am, Miss Barton." The A.I. 's voice floated down from the ceiling.

"What did we talk about JARVIS?"

"Pardon me, I'm supposed to address you as Evie."

"Good, 'cuz if you keep up the "Miss" thing, I'll have to start call you Mister JARVIS." Evie started walking out of the lab. With a chuckle, Bruce jumped up out of his chair and pinned her to his side with his arm, swinging her around in a circle before setting her back on her feet.

"Bruce!" she gasped. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Who me? Never." Bruce too innocently smiled down at her.

"And I thought Tony was bad," Evie huffed.

"You know you love me anyway,"

"Yeah, and it's a good thing too."

Bruce laughed her disgruntled face as he slung his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, I do believe we have an appointment with the science and history sections of the library."

Thirty minutes, one taxi ride, and two reading decisions later found the pair sitting side-by-side on a sofa in the local library. Bruce perused a stack of quarterly science journals, and Evie was engrossed in biography on C. S. Lewis. Pepper found them there, three hours later, after she returned from the office. She had asked JARVIS where they went , and he naturally told her that they could be found at the library. Evie, cuddled up in Steve's five-or-six-sizes-too-big army hoodie, was leaning on Bruce's shoulder with the book open in her lap. The doctor's head was leaning on top of hers, and his finger marked his place in the science magazine he held in one hand. Both were fast asleep.

"Friends of your's?" a passing librarian asked Pepper.

Pepper smiled back. "Yes, they are," she answered, taking out her phone to snap a quick picture.

"It's so sweet to see a father-daughter pair that can take enjoyment together in something as simple as an afternoon in a library," the librarian sighed, moving on to put the books in her arms back in their proper places before Pepper had a chance to correct her. The ginger grinned down at the two slumbering readers. They really were a perfect image of a father and daughter, and the best part was that, at heart, that was exactly what they were.

Sorry this is another short fluffball, but it was too cute to not post, and I think it really shows Evie and Bruce's relationship.