"You can't catch me!" "I bet I cannn~" It had been almost three years since Loki and dropped young Hela off at Stark tower. He hadn't returned since... It's not like that bothered Hela much, the only times she felt sad and missed her dad was when someone in the tower reminded her that she had one. Of course she didn't remember her father at all, and none of the Avengers thought she was old enough to know about her father and some of the horrible things he did and is still doing. "Your never going to catch me!!!" Screamed Hela while Natasha (Black Widow) jogged after her puffing and panting. Even though Hela was only four, she was incredibly strong and powerful, so she was a pretty fast runner too.
"GOT YOU!!!!!!" Nat yeller as she jumped out from behind a corner just as Hela was running around it. Hela squealed as Nat scooped her up and started to tickle her.

Even though all the Avengers took on the responsibility of looking after Hela, Natasha was by far the best. She would spend all her time playing with her and always being with Hela. And when she couldn't, she'd just take little Hela with her. Many people mistaked Hela to be Natasha's Daughter. It was a running joke now and they had pretty much accepted it because they got WAY to lazy to correct people.

"Fooooodddddd~" Hela was screaming now. The only thing that made her happy was food (cookies especially) even though Nat was always the one taking care of Hela, Bruce (Hulk) always solved the 'food' problems. When ever he was around, Hela would be getting authentic treats other life! Today was not one of those days.. Bruce, Auntie Nat and Steve had all gone out on a mission. And the rest were all out doing they're own stuff. The only person in Stark tower at the moment was Tony (Iron Man) and herself. The other Avengers didn't normally leave Tony and Hela alone together because they would cause all sorts of mischief which often ended in Steve (Captain America) and Clint (Hawkeye) cleaning up a giant mess. Today was one of those very few days.

"I want FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!!!!!!!!!!" Hela screamed again, louder this time. "Ok-Ok-Ok" Tony was desperately trying to calm her down. He had absolutely no clue how to cook, he could barely make an egg let alone bake cookies or fry chicken. "Your not a very good cook are you Uncle Tony" Spoke Hela suddenly in that sassy manner of hers. "Shut up, yes I can" Snapped Tony, who was beside himself at this point. "Auntie Tasha says your not aloud to use that word, im gonna tell" Boasts Hela, chin held up high in triumph.
After about half an hour of Tony trying to figure out how to turn on the oven and Hela watching funny cat vines, Tony gave up and just ordered a Pizza.
20 minutes later the pizza arrived, very quietly Tony slipped it onto a plate and showed it to Hela, who was still distracted by the joy of Youtube. "Look Hela! I told you I could cook! Seeeeeeee" Tony boasted. "You didn't cook that, you ordered it, I can still hear ya know." Hela said casually without looking up. Tony = No Comment........

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