FC trudges upstairs, weary and fatigued. They go to the family common room, finding their way into this one cozy corner, where Dr Dad was always sitting, reading a book.
"Can I just-" she plops onto the sofa, cushions lined up against Dr Dad's chest/arm, effectively using him as a backrest and curls up, scrolling though her phone, leaning up against him. "Yeah."
She dozes off at some point. Mr Stark strolls along, laughing at something America said, to stop short upon seeing his other multiverse daughter curled up against his partner.
Said partner glaring at him, almost adorably menacingly. "Don't. You. Dare."
"FRI, snap a pic and send it to my private servers, alongside the Supreme family WhatsApp chat." He smiles cheekily, continuing his way, America giggling at his heel.
"I hate you."
"Love ya too hun."














