Welcome back to another chapter! I have some news but I'll wait until the end of the chapter to address you about it. This chapter is kinda fuzzy with feels. Some father-daughter fluff, some steve-spencer fluff, and Nick Fury about to lose his shit XD Not much to say but!

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"She's going to kill you." Tony remarked smartly—sounding a bit too smug.

There was a long sigh, "I know, Tony." That was her father.

"Should I record this? I feel like I should record this." Tony continued.

"Tony, can you shut up?" Steve groaned.

Spencer muttered, "Can you guys shut the fuck up." She turned onto her side—away from them and towards the wall as she bunched up the covers tightly to her body. Her father was alive, fuck, she never thought she'd be thinking those words, but here she was…here he was. She should've been angry with him but how could she? She thought he was dead for the last two months. She didn't think she'd ever see her father alive again…She wanted to be angry, of course, but she couldn't conjure the emotion up.

"Language, Spencer." Her father was probably frowning at her.

She propped one eye open and glanced over her shoulder at him. Yeah, he was frowning at her. She mumbled sleepily, "Tony's annoying. You know he's been stealing our food for weeks and trying to adopt Cooper."

Phil couldn't be angry with her—there was no way. Spencer did very little to anger him. Watching her act as if his death had never happened made him incredibly happy. Of course, she'd want answers…and although Phil didn't have most of them, he would answer her questions happily. He was just glad that she no longer thought he was dead. Or throwing knives at him—on the rare occasion that Spencer did get angry with him, she had a tendency to throw sharp objects. Lana used to do the same too—only with spoons and forks.

"Perhaps you should move further away from him then." Phil answered with a small grin watching his lazy daughter sit up. Cooper was perking up and joining her on the bed giving out happy whimpers. Spencer mumbled a small greeting to her furry friend and stroked his ears.

"He'll keep coming over." She yawned rubbing at her eyes.

"You're seriously not going to kick his ass?" Tony complained, finally speaking up. He had stayed because he was so sure that Spencer would start flinging her stupid knives around or at the very least pumping out those electrical pulses of hers!

"Tony, she just found that her father isn't dead." Bruce deadpanned with a frown. Bruce didn't see why Tony was so eager to see an angry Spencer—Bruce certainly didn't want to witness anything like that. He knew how strong the little girl could be and definitely did not want to be in the vicinity when it happened.

Steve was just happy that Spencer had her father back. How? Well, Steve obviously didn't know but he'd find out later whenever Agent Coulson was ready to tell his tale. To Steve, this meant no more nightmares for Spencer…no more crying in the middle of night when she thought he was asleep…no more avoiding certain places or things because they reminded her of her father. Steve was happy that finally Spencer would receive some peace and joy with her old man back.

"I just want answers." Tony mumbled sounding like a sullen child.

"We all do," Spencer said with a clearer voice, "But I have the patience unlike you." She shot Tony a smirk.

"Pikachu, I swear I will eat the leftover ice cream from the other night if you don't stop this abuse!" Tony stood up pointing at her, "This is why I'm taking Cooper away from you!" The light-furred wolf-dog perked his head upon hearing his name but kept his place next to his mistress.

"Cooper doesn't even love you." Spencer informed.

Tony gasped, putting his hand to his heart, "How dare you! Cooper loves—"

"He only likes you because you bring him toys and treats." Spencer finished his sentence with a bigger smirk.

Tony huffs, "You raised a savage, Phil!"

Phil was smiling—too happy to care. Spencer lazily got up and stumbled into her father's lap. "Oh gross father-daughter moment." Tony gagged almost ruining the moment. Spencer hugged her dad tightly. His warmth was the same, his arms were the same, and he even smelt the same. Spencer felt tears prick the side of her eyes but she managed to keep them at bay.

"I'm taking a picture—" Spencer immediately shot his phone out of his hand with an electrical dagger.

Tony gaped at her, "That was a very expensive phone, Spencer Rose Coulson!" He fumed at her giving her a dirty look.

Spencer glanced at him smugly before snuggling into her father, "You're a billionaire, buy yourself another one." She said—her voice coming out muffled.

Steve was snickering while Bruce smiled. They were used to the Tony-Spencer banter by now. "Does Fury know you're here, Phil?" Steve asked rubbing his jaw.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Phil sighed quietly, "He's been keeping me at the HQ in town under my request but he's been pushing me to transfer over to the Triskeleton for days. They want to make sure I'm fully rested up before sending me out for missions again."

"Are you sure you're ready to be sent out into the field so soon?" Spencer questioned looking up at him with a frown. She didn't want to lose him again.

Phil knew she was worried, hell, he feared the same as she did. He didn't want to die again…and leave her again, but this was his job…and hers as well. "Not yet. Fury said I'll have to be trained and assessed before he decides—said it could be a year until he deems me fit." Phil assured her softly.

Spencer nodded feeling a bit better and mumbled, "If I had it my way, I'd send your ass to retirement early."

It made her men laugh at her sulkiness.

Bruce and Tony had to leave. Pepper came by to drop in some groceries since Tony kept eating whatever Spencer had in her fridge and pantry, and let's just say that Tony was supposed to be in a super important meeting—not wrestling with Cooper on the floor over a chew toy.

So, the beautiful Pepper Potts dragged Tony out by his ear with Bruce following after them. Of course, Pepper freaked when she saw Phil but after getting over the shock and staying for some tea, she finally left with her annoying playboy billionaire.

"So, Fury did tell me that Steve moved in with you," Phil was watching Steve pick out a new series to watch from the kitchen, "As a father, I can't say I agree with a man moving into your apartment with my permission but since this is Steve, I have to say I'm a bit relieved you have something to take care of you when I'm not around."

Phil was watching his daughter tidy up around her apartment. It had been a few days since she last cleaned and was mortified when Pepper came by to see the apartment so messy—although the willowy Potts assured Spencer that Tony's apartment was worse.

"You only say that because he's your favorite superhero," Spencer deadpanned with a grin as she dusted one of her book shelves, "Had this been another guy, you'd kick his ass." Steve chuckled and Phil grinned.

"You bet your ass I would, but I'll still have a talk with Steve just to keep him in line." Phil stated seriously.

Steve's baby blue eyes widen, "In line for what?" Steve questioned nervously.

"Dad," Spencer gave her father a sharp look, "Steve's like a puppy."

"I like puppies." Steve mumbled going back to pick a movie to watch.

"He's a good-looking man." Phil added.

"And? May I remind you that Steve's, like, ninety years old?" Spencer reminded going to sweep the floors, "Dad, Steve doesn't need the talk. Don't make him uncomfortable." Spencer whined.

"He probably has raging hormones." Phil added making Steve snap his head towards him and blush.

"S-Sir,"

"Dad!" Spencer shrieked, mortified.

"With all due respect, I-I don't think you have to worry about anything like that. I see Spencer as a little sister a-and I do not have raging hormones." Steve sputtered shooting Spencer a scared glance.

Phil eyed Steve and bluntly pointed out, "I believe you but I'd still like to have a word with you." Phil quietly stated.

"About?" Spencer was about to start sweeping but Steve came up to her, chosen movie in hand, and traded the movie for the broom. "Thank you, Steve." Spencer beamed up at her cherished friend glancing down to see what series they were going to binge watch. Star Wars. "Finally watching these, eh?" Spencer chuckled going over to the T.V stand.

"Well, I figured it was time," Steve chuckled softly, "You said you hadn't even watched them yet, right?"

"Star wars sucked—especially the first one. It's such shit." Phil scoffed knowing his daughter wouldn't like it already.

"Yeah?" Spencer tilted her head, "I know they said you had to watch them in a certain order and didn't have to watch the first one since it was such crap, but I don't know, I'd like to give it a try." Spencer gave a small shrug.

"You should've picked something like Game of Thrones." Phil piped up.

"We already watched all the seasons, remember?" Spencer hinted putting in the fourth movie in the series.

"Steve hasn't."

"I don't think Steve's ready for it." Spencer muttered knowing all the nudity would definitely make him uncomfortable. Underneath all the manliness was still awkward Steve Rogers.

"Ready for what?" Steve questioned sweeping in the kitchen.

"Incest and nudity." Phil and Spencer said in unison.

"I heard that series was really good along with The Walking Dead—that's the one I was going to pick first but I figures since you said you hadn't seen Star Wars then we could watch that first." Spencer smiled at her friend adoring how selfless he could be.

"We have plenty of time," Spencer gave a small grin, "We're stuck in his apartment until Fury decides to move us and that won't be for another couple of months—maybe a year." Spencer waltzed over to close the curtains to darken the apartment.

"He'll probably move you once all my training is cleared up and I'm ready to go out in the field." Phil walked over into the kitchen to make some popcorn.

"I'm surprised he hasn't busted down my door looking for you—"

Bam!

"What did I say not to do, Phil fuckin' Coulson?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Dude, my door." Spencer complained as Cooper rushed up to the chocolate man.

"Fuck your door," Fury growled slamming it shut, "What I want to know is why you disobeyed my orders!" Fury stormed up to her father. Steve continued sweeping. Spencer watched with amusement. Phil didn't look like he had a care in the world.

"Technically I didn't." Phil sassed.

"Excuse me?" Nick demanded.

"She saw me and jumped in front of my car." Phil explained.

"You jumped in front of a moving car?!" Fury exploded turning his fury onto her.

"I did." Spencer admitted with a shrug.

"She was at a bar—"

"You were at a bar?!" Fury looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

"With Tony—"

"With that idiot?!" Fury repeated as if he couldn't believe it.

"Bruce—"

"Why is Bruce in a fucking bar?"

"Steve was kicking some drunk's ass that put his hands on Spencer—"

"Someone put their hands on you?!"

"Steve looked like he was about to commit murder." Phil added.

"Stop!" Fury snapped rubbing his temples looking like he was attempting his best to keep a leveled head, "Okay, I'm going to forget everything you just said and ask a basic question," He looked up at my dad, "How did she see you?"

"Through the bar's window." Phil answered pouring some tea and handing it to Fury—who gladly took it.

"And why did you jump in front of a moving car?" Fury glared at her.

"Did you honestly think I was just going to let him go?" Spencer shot at him hotly.

Fury dragged out a sigh, "I guess you didn't directly disobey my orders, but god damn it, Phil. You could've watched her from your car? Or surveillance cameras inside the damn bar?"

Phil mumbled, "There's no fun in that."

"Jesus," Fury slumped into one of the chairs at the dining table, "Look, I hope you're not angry with me from keeping him away from you, Spencer."

Spencer shook her head, "I don't care. I know you always have the best intentions when it comes to my father or me or anyone else. I don't care how or when or what—all I care about is that my father is alive and breathing. All the questions can wait but right now, I'm too damn happy to care about anything else." The assassin gave a small shrug.

"I'm surprised you aren't mad." Fury cocked his eyebrow.

"My father's alive," Spencer flinched slightly, "When I thought he was dead, the pain in my heart was the same when I watched him die…a part of me died with him but now, that he's here drinking tea with you with Steve sweeping…I…I can never bring myself to be mad with him or you." Spencer gazed at her father and godfather with evident fondness and glassy eyes.

"You brought back my dad, Nick, and I can never repay you for that. I don't have to live my life with that pain in my heart anymore. I don't have to avoid our favorite hang out spots anymore, I don't have to have Steve sleep with me because of the nightmares or when I'm crying in the middle of the night. I don't have to…I don't have to live without my dad."

Fury's previous agitated expression softened in way that awed Steve. Phil looked a little glassy-eyed now. Spencer shuffled towards her father and hugged him tightly, "We're a family again, and how can I ever be mad at that?" She murmured breathing in her father's familiar scent.

For a few hours, Fury stayed and caught Phil up with the events that happened after his death. Fury hadn't told him before because he didn't want to stress him out—but keeping a father away from his daughter had been the thing stressing him out the most. Spencer and Steve were huddled on the couch, eating popcorn, and watching Star Wars: A New Hope.

"Has she been out on the field yet?" Phil questioned.

Nick shook his head, "No, neither has Steve."

"Why?"

"I'm keeping them close, for the moment, until the right moment." Nick explained vaguely.

Phil watched his daughter with fondness. She had a blanket wrapped around both her and Steve, sharing a bowl of popcorn, leaning against Steve's shoulder. Her eyes were shimmering—they weren't dull anymore like he had seen at the bar, sure, she had been laughing or smiling but it hadn't been genuine. Fury had told him how badly his death affected Spencer…how she reacted…how she fought…and the aftermath. Fury hadn't known about the nightmares or the midnight crying sessions until recently.

Both men were content though. Fury had thought he lost his closest friend and almost his goddaughter. He was simply glad to enjoy sitting with the man and having some tea while watching over Spencer.

Spencer's world was stitched back together now and it was easy to see how happy she was again. Fury guessed the Captain, Stark, and Banner had a part to play in keeping her sane—Captain Steve had a bigger impact and for that Fury was grateful for.

Everything, for the moment, was back to normal.

"So, what's this Shawarma crap I keep seeing in your fridge?" Phil questioned after the movie.

Fury had stepped out to make a few calls.

Steve was putting in the next movie, "After the battle, Tony said he wanted to try some joint a few blocks away—said we deserved some grub after the fight, so, we went and now it's kinda our thing. It's pretty good, you'd like it old man. Tony usually brings some once a week." Spencer explained before her eyes lit up, "Wanna go eat some?" She scrambled off the couch.

Phil watched with amusement as Spencer stared up at him with child-like eyes. Memories of when she was younger hit him hard. He couldn't count the times Spencer stared up at him like she was now. Even when she had just been born…she'd stare up at him as if her world revolved around him. Phil stared at his daughter and was reminded of Lana. His heart sputtered torn between grief and joy.

He hugged Spencer.

She was surprised but hugged him back without a second thought.

Spencer had her father back.

Phil had his daughter back.

What else could they ask for?

_break_

"Do you have to go?" Spencer questioned for the millionth time.

"Spencer, he's not a hundred percent recovered." Fury patiently reminded.

"But…he can recover here." Spencer mumbled wringing the bottom of her shirt.

"I can't take the chances of something going wrong, Spence; I need him under trust-worthy and professional eyes." Fury kissed her forehead.

Spencer pouted but brightened up, "But he'll be able to come over, right?" She questioned almost sounding like a child.

Fury knew he wouldn't be able to say no to his goddaughter. She always managed to hook him in with those damned eyes, "Yes," Fury said with a sigh, "But he can't be running around the city. People think he's dead and I intend to keep it that way." Fury stated firmly.

Spencer nodded rapidly, "Got it!"

"And no more bars, understood?" Nick added gruffly.

"Tony thought it would be fun." Spencer defended.

"He's an idiot." Fury grumbled bidding goodbye to Spencer.

Phil hugged his daughter as Fury began to head downstairs, "I'll come by tomorrow, okay? Fury's going to get me a secured line so; you can call me whenever you want." Phil mumbled pressing a tender kiss against the crown of her head.

"Okay, he better. I want to stay updated at all times, okay?" Spencer demanded—a part of her didn't want her dad to leave but she knew he had too. She wasn't sure why Fury was so paranoid about his health but she knew to trust her godfather.

"I love you, honey." Phil gave her a strong hug.

"I love you too, dad." She whispered enjoying the warmth she thought she lost.

"Steve, take care of my daughter." Phil called into the apartment.

The First Avenger was making a make-shift bed on the floor seeing as they were going to stay up late watching movies again. Steve jogged up to the door, "Don't worry, sir, I will." Steve and Phil clasped hands.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Phil smirked, "Can you still sign my trading cards?" He asked making Spencer laugh, "There's still slight foxing around the edges and almost covered in my blood but I think you can still sign it."

Steve shook his head with a small laugh—not getting his crude humor but going with it, "Sure, sir."

"Don't stay up too late, guys." Phil gave a final wave before disappearing down the hall.

Spencer felt her heart whine. Steve wrapped an arm around her small shoulders in comfort, "Don't worry, he'll be back tomorrow." He assured the tiny assassin.

Spencer shuts the door with a heavy sigh, "Alright, movie night back on." She states going over to their secret junk food drawer—they started hiding their junk food since Tony kept demolishing it all—only to find the heavenly drawer empty and with a note from Tony. Spencer snarled under her breath in agitation. "That bastard!"

Her eyes flipped over the small, yellow post it and read out loud:

Next time you shouldn't hide your dog treats with you junk food.

Steve was laughing while Spencer was thinking of ways to end the annoying life that was Tony fucking Stark. Steve waltzed over to the front door, slipped on his running shoes, and grabbed the keys to his bike, "We makin' a run then, doll?" Steve questioned already knowing the answer. Seeing Spencer so annoyed was adorable to see, Steve would admit.

Thankfully, he had never been on the receiving end of a angry Spencer Coulson.

Spencer groaned going to tie her hair up into a messy bun, "Yeah, let's go."

Steve shook his head as she walked up to him, "Not in that outfit," He deadpanned turning her around gently and nudging her towards her room, "Go and change. I don't want any perverts eye ballin' you."

Spencer smiled softly, flattered that Steve cared that much about her. She almost forgot about how murderous he looked last night when Randy put his hand on her. Despite how short Steve had been in her life, Spencer couldn't imagine a life without Steve—and sadly Tony and Bruce too.

"You got it, big brother." Spencer giggled marching towards her room to change into some sweats and a shirt she had stolen from Steve a few weeks ago.

Steve was whistling quietly as he fed Cooper for the night and looked up. His mouth dropped, "I've been looking everywhere for that shirt, Spencer!" He groaned trying to fight the smile making its way up to his lips.

Spencer batted her eyes innocently at him but her lips were stretched into a smirk, "It's not yours anymore, big brother." She stated tugging on her sneakers.

Steve grumbled, "I like that shirt, it's soft."

"You know I have a thing for soft shirts." Spencer sang as Steve locked their front door.

"That doesn't mean you raid my closet!" Steve laughed shaking his head.

"I didn't raid your closet!" Spencer defended herself, "I was doing laundry and I came across it and…I borrowed it." She mumbled with rosy cheeks.

Steve just laughed and shook his head, "You are something else, doll."

Okay, first thing. I kinda forgot that Winter Solider happens TWO years after the Battle of New York. So, I went back and edited the last chapter. Spencer and Steve won't be moving to D.C in two weeks but in a couple of months to a year. As for Spencer actually being with Steve in Winter Solider or being with her father and his team when HYDRA emerges...I've decided to take a different route. Spencer will be in Winter Solider but only for the middle-slash-end. I won't have her in the beginning-I'll have her else where.

It's a bit complicated having her with her father since there's so many new characters to introduce from Agents of SHIELD. So, I've decided not to have Spencer in that show-but those characters will pop up occasionally throughout my story. For the next few chapter, I am going to introduce some other Marvel faces. I have a separate story plot for Spencer I want to throw in so, we'll see how that goes. Um, all in all, for the moment we'll probably be pretty chill-nothing too major going on until Spencer and Steve move to D.C

So, thoughts on this chapter?

Until next time,

Vanessa!