My attempt at some fluffy stuff...
Phillip is two years older than whatever I say Amelia is.
"What are you doing?" Phillip asked his four year old sister sitting next to him on the blanket. Her eyes were closed as the family sat in the park, watching the Fourth of July fireworks explode in the sky.
"The booms are loud." Amelia told him between the noise, eyes still closed tight.
"Well you don't cover your eyes." He pointed out as it if was obvious to the child. "You cover your ears. Now open them." He told her as he went to kneel behind her. Phillip cupped his hands around his sister's ears, blocking out most of the sound. He grinned when the girl awed at the colorful fireworks in the night sky.
Clint smiled at his kids, Natasha lay in his lap. She turned around and he pressed their lips together. The archer appreciated the little moments they had to be normal.
"Why didn't you close your eyes Philly?" Amelia asked the red head when the show ended.
He grabbed her hand as they walked back to the car. "Because you'll miss the best things if you keep your eyes closed.
The thunder was loud along with the roaring wind outside the tower. Amelia and Phillip along with the other kids sat in the living room, the volume up on the TV to block out the noise. A loud crack of thunder and lighting had the electricity suddenly shut off.
A small 'dammit point break' could be heard from Tony, knowing only a storm stirred up by a god could knock out his power.
The seven year old Amelia had her eyes closed tight again, scared by the sudden darkness. She pressed her hands over her eyelids. A small pair of palms pulled them away from her face.
"C'mon Amelia, you'll miss the bed things if your eyes are closed." Phillip smiled at her when she slowly lifted her eyelids. He pulled over to the window to look out on the balcony. A small tornado of wind circled the platform, followed by a massive amount of lighting.
"Wow." The blonde gaped as she was suddenly presented with the sight of her uncle Thor. Armor and hammer and all, standing casually on the balcony. She had seen the god many times, but never his flashy entrances.
"See, I told you." Phil teased as they ran out to greet the Asgardian.
"This was not a good idea Phil." The thirteen year old told her brother, head buried in her arms as the horror movie played across the screen.
"Oh come on Amy, it's not like you /begged/ to stay down here with us." The older boy joked, gesturing to the older kids in the basement.
"You told me it was scary, you didn't tell me this was a freaking nightmare on a screen."
"Just open your eyes, you're going to miss the best part." He nudged his sister's shoulder. She lifted her head just in time to see the main characters set fire to Freddy Kruger.
"How is that the best part?" She asked, rather disrupted red by the vivid gore.
"Not in the movie," Phillip said. "that is the best part." He gestured to Peter's disgusted and disturbed face. The two laughed quietly at the sight.
It was stupidly quiet. Clint was asleep on the right side of the bed, probably involuntarily, running nearly 72 hours without sleep had to cause problems. Everyone else had already gone back home. Only the sound of a heart monitor could be heard, along with the occasional sniff from Amelia.
The eighteen year old rested her head and arms on the hospital bed next to her brother. She glanced up at his face, it was almost like it got worse every time. The bruises got darker, the cuts got deeper. The stitches did not help.
It was stupid why he's even here, Phillip and Clint were doing a simple hit and run, nothing easier, it had been done a hundred times. What was different was that nearly half the cars parked out in front if the mark's house were rigged with C4. Phil was on front surveillance, apparently the target thought he was getting too close for comfort when they saw the same kid walk past the house the third time.
Amelia took hold of the hand that was in front of her, gently running her thumb across the palm. "C'mon Philly." She whispered his nickname from when they were little. "Open your eyes for me this time." The blonde sighed after a few moments and buried her head back in her arms. She peeked at her watch, 53 hours till her graduation ceremony. Students weren't required to walk across the stage, but it was sort of tradition to spit in your hand before shaking satan/the principal's hand.
The girl laid her head back down on the soft-but-not-really-
comfortable mattress. Her hand still twinned with Phillips. After a while she found herself drifting off until pressure tightened around her thumb. The blonde's head shot up and found her brother's face twisted into a smirk, gray eyes tired but shining.
"Hey." He greeted with a rough voice.
"Hey?" Amelia challenged. "Hey? You have us all scared to death and you say, 'hey'?"
Phillip laughed a bit before teasing her. "You know how I love to be Ron Weasley."
"Oh, shut up."
The red head smiled again and glanced up at the wall clock. "Didn't miss it, did I?"
"No, not yet."
"Good." He nodded his head. "You know you'll miss the best things if you keep your eyes closed."