#breexpan

“Oh… Wow…”, he reads the note, feeling suddenly good with himself. It was like a little reminder that there were people who actually appreciated him being a way too nice. “I think this is the first time I hear something like this and it’s not from my mom…”, he laughs, embarrassed.

..... Where is he.... [`takes out his bow and arrow brought over from Neverland] 

“Well, I can’t be blamed if you just jumped on my back and fell off, Bree”, he says, sitting down on the floor, in front of her. “You know I’m always too distracted, I didn’t see it coming”, Dan continues, chuckling as checks her hurt arm, after a few attempts of trying—she wouldn’t let him see. “So, is that how you ask for a kiss to heal, really?”, he laughs softly, kissing her arm softly before continue to massage it. “Let’s put some ice as well, you’ll be fine, as always, miss Pan”, he smiles, ruffling her hair—as he would always do.

(what the twins never saw was that most nights natasha would wait for clint to return to the piano after he had set both twins down to sleep and they would sing simple tunes to each other, enjoying the off-key though sincere singing.)

"She's adorable and must be protected at all cost. Even though I dragged her to a bot fight with me, but that's besides the point. But yes--- must be protected at all cost."

The holidays were always made Michiko smile. Her parents would stop working on any projects or inventions and spend time with the family. Aunt Cass would come by and they would bake holiday related things. Of course, these holiday related things do not have any strawberries or peanuts because of her father and her allergies.  There was one time when Michiko and her father were kicked out of the kitchen because they would just eat the the cookie dough or cake dough when they are wating for the oven to preheat. 

As he got some snow with his hands, Dan laughs lightly with the memory of just a few days ago. “You do remember what happened the last time I saw you and had a snowball in my hand, right?”

bree’s crying on her shoulder as they sit on her hospital bed. the older is trembling and penelope isn’t sure why she is. it was almost a relief to penelope that she’s able to die and it makes her chuckle softly to herself. her arms slip around the female with a quiet hum, resting her chin on top of the former’s head. the goddess wasn’t afraid of dying, already knowing where she’ll end up anyways. “why are you crying, dummy? i’m not dying just yet.” the tone of words is playful and she’s relieved when it makes her stop crying. “no more tears from here on out, okay?”