Tony sighed, hearing the excited fourteen year old down the hall giggling in her sleep. He got up and watched from the hallway as his daughter laughed and squirmed in her sleep.

His daughter just kept on laughing and squirming, much to his amusement since she usually wakes up to someone staring at her. Natasha walked through the hallway, hearing the giggling and bed shifting.

"Thought it'd be a girl you brought home."

"Sorry Romanoff, that doesn't happen anymore."

"Cait catch you?"

"More than caught."