"Say Papa," said Steve for the forty seventh time- Tony counted.

Emmy just blinked up at him sleepily.

"Come on, Steve," chuckled Tony, practically glowing with excitement. "Let her sleep. Maybe she'll want to say it when she wakes up."

"It's no fair," pouted Steve but he still pulled Emmy closer in his arms, allowing her to settle into his warmth while Clint flew the plane over yet another forest.

The plane was cramped, not being meant for six grown adults and a child but that actually worked to their benefit since the heat wasn't working properly, leaving the air constantly chilled.

"Don't let her sleep yet," called Clint from his seat. "We're about five minutes out."

"Five minutes out from where?" asked Bruce.

"From the farm," replied Clint with a genuine smile.

"Next time I think we should try visiting the farm when we aren't hiding for our lives," said Tony, leaning against Steve's shoulder.

"Then be more specific next time," said Natasha.

By the time Clint landed the aircraft out of sight, they were all itching to get out of the cramped place. The plane hadn't even settled before Bruce, the most claustrophobic of the group, was clambering out, Thor and Natasha close behind. Steve and Tony made sure that Emmy was covered to protect from the heavy snow that was still falling before they followed Clint out.

The house was much like they remembered it from so many years before but a good sized addition had been tacked on to the north side of the building and the barn looked like it held a few more machines for Tony to tinker with.

"Honey, I'm home!" yelled Clint when he ran inside, unable to hide his excitement. "I brought company."

"So I see," said Laura, smiling from the kitchen sink while her kids ran in, screaming and hugging their father. "Warning, next time, darling. That would be nice."

"And ruin the surprise?" said Clint, disentangling himself from his kids to get to his wife. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Social or work?" whispered Laura against Clint's lips.

"Work," sighed Clint sadly. "Sorry."

"No problem," said Laura softly. "I'm just glad you're safe."

Clint kissed her again, remembering exactly why he married her all those years ago; she took everything in stride, welcomed everyone into her home, and never fought his need to bring home strays.

"Who's that?" asked Callie, pointing up at Emmy, who was trying to hide in Steve's arms.

"This is Emmy," said Tony, plucking his daughter out of his husbands arms and crouching to be closer to everyone's level. "She's mine."

"You've got to stop introducing her to people like that, sweetheart," sighed Steve. "What he means is that Emmy is our daughter and she's a bit shy."

"Oh," said Callie. "Hi Emmy. I'm Callie. That's my brother Lewis. Nate's taking a nap."

Emmy hid her face in Tony's shirt.

"Callie, Lewis, go play with Auntie Nat and Uncle Bruce," said Laura.

When the kids where gone, Laura approached Tony and Steve, smiling down at the newest addition to the family.

"Hello there, Emmy," said Laura with a warm smile. "Your Uncle Clint has told me a lot about you, though your fathers didn't seem interested in calling."

"Sorry," said Steve, having the good grace to look ashamed.

"I'll forgive you this once," said Laura. "Now, I think you've all had quite the day. Clint will show you to your room. I think you'll want to get cleaned up before we have some dinner."

"Seriously Laura, thank you," said Tony softly, hitching Emmy up more comfortably against his shoulder where she closed her eyes, one hand fisting his shirt and the other thumb going to her mouth. "I don't know how you ended up with an idiot like Clint but I'm glad you did."

"I'm just thankful Clint has you out there watching his back. You've been so kind – no, I know you're going to argue but it's true and the media can suck it – and I'm just happy we can repay the favor."

The room was comfortable, second floor because Clint knew that Tony had an aversion to anything on the first floor, with a large bed in the center and a smaller bed near under a window. The soft brown and red tones made the room cozy and warm without cheapening the rustic feel.

"We put Nate's old bed in here for Emmy," explained Clint. "He's grown out of it – I swear that kid is going to be bigger than Thor – so I figured she could use it when you guys visit."

Before Steve could thank him, the archer was gone, leaving Tony to set the sleeping girl down on the soft light green comforter. Emmy made a soft noise of distress but settled when Tony smoothed her hair back and whispered something. Once she was settled down, Tony stood properly and collapsed on the bed next to where Steve already sat.

"I hate people," groaned Tony, careful to keep his voice low. "I hate people who ruin perfectly nice days at parks. I hate people who kidnap us. I hate people who destroy my only day off this week. Do you know how many all nighters I'm going to have to pull now to get caught up on Avengers and SI projects?"

"Come here," said Steve, dragging Tony up to rest against his chest.

Tony sighed contentedly, turning his head so it rested over Steve's heart. It was his favorite place to rest, right where he could feel Steve's blood pumping, the body heat warming his cheek, muscled arms holding him safely. It was almost perfect.

"We're going to find out who sent these guys," said Steve, his voice rumbling in his chest. "We'll end them in any way you want. I won't even protest because they threatened our family. But right now, we're safe. Our daughter is asleep six feet away, everyone else is under the same roof. We're getting a home cooked meal. We made it."

"I know, but-"

"But nothing. Now sleep. I'll stay up because I know that'll make you feel better and I'll wake you up when it's time for dinner, but you're exhausted and I need you to sleep."

"Steve-"

"Sleep."

"I-"

"Sleep."

"Bossy," grumbled Tony, his eyes already falling closed, lulled into relaxation by the steady thrum of his husbands heart.

"Sleep," said Steve, kissing Tony's messy brown hair.

With a grin and the knowledge that – for the moment – everyone he cared about was within reach, Tony let sleep wash over him, slipping into a peaceful slumber without dreams.

*You lot rock! Feedback welcome.