"The train is that way?" Lori said as Evie dragged her towards Happy's car behind the school.

"We're not taking the train." Evie opened the door to the black car. "Hey Happy!"

"How was school? Good to be back?" Happy put down his phone and turned the car on.

"Eh, Lori this is Happy, Happy this is Lori." She shrugged as she slid into her seat.

"You call your dad Happy?"

"Happy's not my dad!" Evie giggled.

"I work with Evie's dad." Happy explained. "Buckle up so we can get Morgan, the cabbies have been crazy today."

Evie and Lori buckled their seat belts as Happy drove away from the school.

"Your dad wanted to come get you."

"Oh my God, thank you for stopping him." Evie leaned into the front seat and kissed Happy on the cheek.

"Sit down." Happy chuckled. "And I dont think I could have stopped him so don't thank me. You owe Pepper a thanks for making him go to a meeting with legal."

"I'll be sure to tell her!"

"Hey Happy!" A flurry of dark curls and sequins flew into the car as it pulled to a stop in front of the elementary school.

"Get glitter on this car and you're cleaning it."

"Its not glitter Happy. Its sequins." Morgan spoke seriously. "I got an A on my diorama!"

"Nice work princess." Happy smiled.

"Evie, do you think Daddy and Papa will put it on the fridge?"

"Its a shoebox? You can't put a shoebox on the fridge." Evie said shaking her head.

"Maybe on top?" Lori suggested.

"Who are you?"

"Oh! Morgs, this is Lori. Lori this is my sister Morgan."

"I like your hair." Morgan leaned over to ogle Lori's blue hair.

"Thanks, I like your sequins."

As the car pulled up to Stark Tower's garage Lori gasped.

"Why are we at Stark Tower?"

Evie sighed. Happy pulled into the private garage and opened the door for the girls.

"You good?" He asked as Evie slipped next to him.

"As I'll ever be, they home?"

"As far as I know."

"Lori! Evie! Come on!" Morgan yelled from the elevator.

The older girls quickly followed suit and joined Morgan on the ride up to the penthouse.

"So why are we at Stark Tower?"

The elevator doors opened revealing Tony bickering with Natasha in the living room as Steve and Peter sat in the kitchen.

"How was school?" Steve called as the girls walked into the home.

"Papa Papa look!" Morgan tossed her backpack on the living room floor and ran into the kitchen carrying her diorama.

"Oh my God." Lori whispered. "Is that Tony Stark? Is your dad...?"

"Hey Evie. Tell your aunt shes crazy and doesn't-"

"Not getting involved." Evie said quickly.

"Smart, they've been arguing about whether people need a tailor or not, for like an hour." Peter scoffed from the kitchen.

"Obviously you do- who else makes your suits?"

"Tony. Your billionaire is showing." Nat rolled her eyes. "How was school zolotse? Glad to be back?"

"It was school." Evie sighed, slowly attempting to drag Lori towards her bedroom.

"You planning on introducing us Sugar?" Tony walked over with a wink. "Subtlety isn't your forte."

"Dad, Lori. Lori, Dad. We're going to go study now."

"Nice to meet you Lori, call me Tony." Tony held out his hand. "What are you two studying?"

"Thank you Mr. Stark, American history- the Great Depression." Lori spoke softly.

"And you weren't gonna ask your fossilized father? Evie, Evie, Evie." Tony cocked his eyebrow towards Evie as he shook his head. "Also it's Tony, please."

"Dad!" Evie whined.

"Capsicle!" Tony called to his husband. "Regail us with tales from your prehistoric past!"

...

Its short, so apologies are due.

Zolotse- a russian diminutive meaning gold/ golden (Evie is blonde)