The elevator hummed softly as it ascended, the gentle whirring filling the silence. You leaned back against the polished wall, the bags resting at your feet. Your mind drifted, replaying the day's events — Peter's shy grin, the way he blushed when you kissed his cheek, the laughter you shared in the alley after taking down those thugs.

You smiled to yourself. Peter was growing into his role as Spider-Man, and you couldn't help but feel a protective warmth for him. He reminded you of a younger version of yourself — eager to prove his worth, yet carrying a quiet, unspoken burden.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. "Welcome back, Ms. Gojo," JARVIS greeted again as you stepped into your room.

"Thanks, JARVIS," you murmured, setting the bags down on your desk. You glanced around your room, taking comfort in the familiar space. The walls were adorned with maps of different dimensions — remnants of your travels. On your nightstand, a small framed photo of you and your brother, Sotaru, stood next to a candle that smelled faintly of lavender.

You sighed, pulling off your jacket and tossing it over a chair. Before you could fully relax, however, there was a knock at your door.

"Come in," you called, stretching your arms.

The door opened, and Natasha stepped inside, her expression thoughtful. "Hey," she said softly, leaning against the doorframe. "You okay?"

You tilted your head. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Natasha gave you a knowing look. "You went to see Loki earlier, didn't you?"

You crossed your arms, your gaze steady. "Yeah. Why?"

Natasha shrugged, stepping further into the room. "Steve told me you've been... restless. He's worried."

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'm fine, Nat. I just needed to clear my head."

Natasha studied you for a moment before nodding. "Alright. But you know you can talk to me, right? We've all got our demons. You don't have to carry yours alone."

You smiled faintly. "Thanks, Nat. I appreciate it."

She gave you a small smile in return. "Good. Now, come on. Clint's making a mess in the kitchen again, and I think you're the only one who can stop him."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "That man and his obsession with snacks."

Natasha grinned. "Exactly."

As you followed her out of your room and back to the common area, you felt a little lighter. The Avengers — this strange, dysfunctional family — had become your home. And while the shadows of Ultron, Thanos, and Loki still loomed, for now, there was peace.

Clint's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Nat! (Name)! Help! I think I broke the blender!"

You groaned, laughing under your breath. "Guess I better go save him before he burns down the tower."

Natasha smirked. "Welcome home, (Name)."