"It can't hurt," Tony protested.

Natasha folded her arms. "She's thirteen. You are not giving her scotch."

Frigga rolled her eyes. "Goodbye."

She started off down the corridor, before a call of her name caught her off-guard. She walked in and vaulted over the back of the sofa onto the seat next to the guy who had called for her - Steve. "Yeah?"

He was staring in confusion at an iPhone screen; not exactly an uncommon occurence. "What does ILY mean?"

"It means I love you-" She paused, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Who's texting you?"

"No-one," he said immediately.

"Uncle Steeeeeeve," she pleaded. "Come on, tell me. Won't tell, promise."

He sighed and turned the phone around so that she could see, and she grinned, laughing. He looked at her warningly. "If you tell any of the others-"

Her green eyes sparkled. "Who would've guessed? I didn't even know she was -" She paused. "Can I tell the Internet under a false name so that the fangirls will ship it?"

"If you must," he sighed.

"Yes!" She skipped off down the corridor. She paused, suddenly unsure of where to go, before starting off again. In a new area of the facility, full of glass doors and HAZARD signs, Frigga called, "Dad?"

"Frigg?" he yelled back. "You can't come in here right now, this stuff is dangerous."

"M'kay!" she replied, ignoring him completely. "When are Uncle Vis and everyone getting back?"

His head appeared around the corner. "Go ask Wanda or somebody and get out of the lab!"

"Well, that was rude," she muttered, heading towards the sounds of gunshots and screaming. And the slamming of games console controllers against the table.

"Cheat!" Wanda's Russian accent was obvious in the cry.

Next was the characteristic sound of Tony - the contents of a glass being downed and then the chink! of the glass being set down on the table. "That's just insulting. I prefer the words less than honourable tactics."

"And how is it that when I win, you take a shot, and when you win, you still take a shot?"

"It's called alcoholism, sweetie," Tony replied, and Frigga could just hear the smirk.

She entered the room and collapsed onto the sofa not containing Stark and Maximoff. "You guys still at this?"

Wanda's eyes didn't leave the screen. "We will be 'at this' until I vanquish Stark."

"Please. This is my game." He poured himself a refill and pressed Rematch on the game.  "Nobody vanquishes Iron Man."

  "Cough, me, cough," Frigga said deliberately, rolling her eyes.

  Tony glanced at her, glaring. "Toni, that did not count."

  "Um, yes it did."

  "It was a fluke."

  "I beat you fair and square."

  "I was under the influence of alcohol."

  "You're always under the influence of alcohol."

  "Sorry; what I meant was, I wasn't under the influence of alcohol."

  "Ha, as if-"

  "I win!" Wanda slammed her controller done and flashed Tony a triumphant grin. The bold red lettering stating HEADSHOT covered the screen.

  Tony stared in disbelief.  "I was talking to Toni!"

  "Well, since Wanda appears to be busy with some kind of victory dance," Frigga continued, unconcerned, "I wanted to ask when Uncle Vis and the rest are getting back?"

  "Five minutes ago." Tony looked at Wanda. "This is unacceptable. I need a new game."

  "What?" Before waiting for further details, the girl sprinted off through the facility.  Being who she was had many bonuses, and one of them was the superb physical training, making her fast, strong and a wicked fighter.

  She hesitated a moment before dismissing the lift and dashing up the stairs to the landing bay. Before her blinking green eyes could fully adjust to the light, she found herself swung into somebody's arms, and as she realised who it was, she hugged him back. "Uncle Clint!"

  "Frigga!" he replied, laughing.  He held her away from him at arm's length, piercing eyes seeming to scan her like the CASC she had been found in all those years ago. He seemed unnaturally uncomfortable, as if worried about something else, preoccupied.  "How's the archery coming along?"

  "Great," she replied, grinning. "I've made some adjustments to that fire arrow technique that I want you to see later."

  "Frigga Banner." Vision's melodic, robotic voice called to her. "You are well?"

  "Very well," she called back as Clint let go of her.  "Where's Sam?"

Clint glanced uncertainly at Vision. "We... don't know."

She looked back at him, confused. "What do you mean, you don't know?"

"He disappeared." Clint looked down at the floor, running a hand over his short hair. "He made some modifications, went out to test his wings, and... Well, we haven't seen him since."

I know this is horrible, short and late, but I've been away and I didn't want anyone to think I was forgetting about this.