"What the hell are you doing, Cas?" Morgan laughed loudly, interrupting Casiel attempting a recipe, kitchen in shambles.

"Cooking is so...human" Casiel murmured, struggling to select the right ingredients

"Can't you just, I don't know, magic up all this food?"

"I can, I just chose not too. I figure in order to behave more human, I must conduct human activity" Casiel explained as she poured the cream into the pan, frying it. She curses as she singes her hand, burning her skin.

"You have to run it under cold water Cas"

"Why don't I just heal it?"

"Because that ain't human!" Morgan teases, sipping her cappuccino made by Dummy, the in house robot maid. Tony enters the kitchen also, taking a spoon and tasting the sauce Casiel was preparing.

"I'm not a chef, I'm a soldier, so if it tastes like shi-"

"Great job Cas, it tastes great" Tony smiles encouragingly.

"Thank you Mr Stark, and thank you for your kindness and hospitality. I know we've only been here a few hours, but it is so greatly appreciated."

"Please, don't thank me, it's alright, I love having you both here. I'd have you live here if I could" Tony gives Casiel a side hug, reassuring. He'd always been as if a second Father to her, just as Bruce had been to Morgan. He exits the kitchen down the long hallway, entering the elevator to return to his lab.

A flame erupts from the pan. Casiel quickly puts it out before Morgan begins ranting about watching kitchen appliances at all times. Casiel runs her burnt hand under the cold water for 10 minutes, speaking calmly to Morgan that she was in fact a soldier, not a chef.

A soft sound of fabric along the floor is heard as Bruce stumbles out in oversized pyjamas and a long jumper, rubbing his eyes and combing hands through thick, curly hair. Wordlessly, he walks behind the counter, grasps Casiel's wrist and assesses her hand, placing a cold piece of paper towel over it to remove the heat. He calmly turns the heat down on the stove and stirs the pasta, Cassiel smiling as he appears from his rest just to take care of her.

"Dad?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry about raising my voice, I was just frustrated-"

"It's alright my love. You were trying to protect me" He speaks calmly, giving Morgan a piece of pasta to assess if it was thoroughly cooked.

Casiel smiles softly before her head turns sharply to stare at the wall, in which Vision appeared seconds later.

"Good evening, Miss Banner"

"Hey Vis" Casiel acknowledged, nodding her head.

"I didn't mean to startle you"

"No it's quite alright, I'm just a bit jumpy today."

Morgan waltzes to find her Father in his laboratory, patting Vision's shoulder as she passed, earning a soft chuckle from him.

"How's Wanda? I haven't seen her in a while" Casiel pursues, beginning to serve the dish she had been preparing. Pasta Carbonara.

"She's doing well, currently studying-"

"Studying? How human" Casiel laughed softly, eyes trailing to meet Vision's.

"Studying witchcraft"

"There it is" Bruce laughed, sipping his tea, grasping the warm mug with both hands.

"Hey Friday" Casiel called to the ceiling.

"Yes, Miss Banner"

"Can you please make an announcement that dinner is served on floor 43?"

"Of course" The robotic reply came, before an announcement is spoken through the tower.

"Vision, do you happen to know which floor Loki's apartment is?"

"32"

"Thank you thank you" Casiel places a full plate of carbonara before her Dad and drops through the floor, appearing in 32 with a soundless landing. "Kara! Where you at?"

"How the hell did you do that?" She frowned, drying wet hair with a towel.

"I am a celestial being" Casiel chuckles softly, sitting comfortably on the leather couch.

"Hello Cas" Loki greets, seemingly unfazed by her abrupt entrance.

"Evening Loki" Casiel acknowledged, eyeing his fitted green velvet suit. "Heading our for the night?"

"Yes, I am going to dinner with a midguardian female"

"The f&ck" Kara snaps, "why didn't you tell me?!"

"I think I may have started what is referred to as 'tea'?" Casiel murmured under her breath. Kara was pacing, demanding information. "Kara, dinner is served, floor 43" Casiel instructs before dropping through the floor once again, accidental, meaning to go upwards. A less graceful landing as she lands firmly in the Rogers' apartment.

"Are you alright Casiel?!" Steve scrambles to his feet, helping her up.

"Yes, thank you Captain" Casiel rose, brushing her clothing downward. "I descended instead of ascended"

"Maybe it's better to use the elevator" He chuckled lightheartedly.

"Maybe I will" She chuckled. "Sorry to bother you anyway, is Rachel around?"

"She's down in the training arena with Clint."

"Thank you, see you soon sir." She dropped a few more floors, landing just outside the arena, on her side.

'Wise decision turning my pain receptors down.'

She watched with interest as Clint taught Rachel how to shoot a bow and arrow with accuracy. Casiel smiles gently, before choosing to leave them be.

She strides to the lift this time, asking Friday to take her back to floor 43. Upon the doors opening, her Father stood quietly washing the dishes, mind elsewhere.

"You haven't run back to the lab yet, I admire the self control"

"Too tired" Her Father laughed softly, placing delicate porcelain in the cupboard.

"Are you heading to bed soon?"

"I might read my-"

A loud thud from a few floors above, Casiel was gone to investigate before Bruce could finish his sentence. He wrapped himself in his warm rug and shuffled to the elevator, exiting to floor 42 and climbing into his bed quietly.

The tower had begun to settle into their nightly routines, all while Casiel stood in the open window 55th floor, eyes fixed on the figure who stood in the centre, a large hammer in hand.

"Banner!"

"Thor Odinson, welcome home."