ᝰ.ᐟ DAD JOKES
𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ GIRL DAD HCS ft. tony, steve, clint, bucky, thor
CONSISTS OF ↬ Fighting aliens and crime comes second on the list of avengers' priorities. Especially when their most important people are waiting for them at home. please don't judge my thor dialogue, i need to work on it. ── .✦ x-men. misc. dc vers. | navi. | masterlist. | marvel masterlist. |
── . TONY STARK
girl dad! tony stark..
.ᐟ Tony insists he’s not a helicopter parent, but you catch him checking the baby monitor from the lab every fifteen minutes. When you tease him about it, he says, “I just like watching my two favorite girls breathing. Sue me.”
.ᐟ He constantly jokes about being the “fun” parent while you’re the responsible one. If your daughter clings to him after he gets home from work, he smirks at you like he just won an award. But you always get the last laugh when she crawls into your side at night for comfort.
.ᐟ You’ll walk into the lab and find them both wearing protective goggles, “working on an invention.” Tony’s project is high-tech; hers is stacking blocks. He looks up at you and says, “See? She’s clearly inherited my genius.” You roll your eyes, but you secretly love watching them bond.
.ᐟ He doesn’t just read bedtime stories, he rewrites them. One night, he turns Cinderella into a tale about an armored princess who saves herself and builds her own glass slipper factory. You sit on the edge of the bed laughing quietly as your daughter listens, wide-eyed.
.ᐟ Trips to the park turn into races where Tony insists on carrying her on his shoulders so “we” can win. He’ll build her the most extravagant sandcastles, with working drawbridges, while you sit on the blanket reminding him she’s only five and doesn’t need a moat defense system.
.ᐟ No matter how busy he is, if your daughter comes running into the workshop with a scraped knee, everything stops. He’ll patch her up with the gentleness that always surprises you, then glance up and whisper, “She’s tougher than me, you know.”
.ᐟ Tony lets your daughter pick the movie, even if it’s the same animated princess story for the fifth time in a row. He grumbles about it, but sings along under his breath while you cuddle together on the couch, your daughter between you.
.ᐟ Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and find him sitting in the rocking chair, your daughter curled up against his chest, both asleep. He’ll deny it later, insisting he was “just making sure she was breathing properly,” but you know he loves those quiet, vulnerable moments more than anything.
── . STEVE ROGERS
girl dad! steve rogers..
.ᐟ Since Steve was an artist before Captain America, he loves sketching with her. He’ll draw simple outlines for her to color in, then save every single masterpiece she creates. You once caught him tucking a crayon drawing into his wallet right behind the photo of you.
.ᐟ It takes him a while, but once he learns how to braid her hair, he approaches it like a mission. You walk in to find him sitting cross-legged on the floor with her in front of him, tongue between his teeth as he carefully weaves each strand. The results are… surprisingly perfect
.ᐟ Instead of dragging himself out for a solo run, he brings her along in a stroller when she’s little, or jogs at her pace when she’s older. The tradition becomes “their thing,” a way to start the day together while you get to sleep in a bit.
.ᐟ Steve doesn’t hover the way Tony might, but his eyes are always on her. At the park, at school events, even walking around the city, he’s hyper-aware of the world around her, standing close enough to step in but letting her explore freely. You can always see the soldier in him, but it’s softened by fatherhood.
.ᐟ Every now and then, he’ll put on one of his old records, scoop her up, and spin her around the living room. When you walk in, they’re both laughing, her feet balanced on his as he teaches her the steps. He always gives you a wink and invites you to join.
.ᐟ No matter what mission or meeting he has, Steve makes it a rule to be home for bedtime if he can help it. He’ll sit at her bedside, holding her tiny hand in his much larger one, and tell her, “You’re my best girl. Always.” You know it’s his way of promising he’ll come home safe.
.ᐟ Saturday mornings turn into chaos in your kitchen because Steve insists on teaching your daughter how to flip pancakes. Batter ends up on the counter, the ceiling, and somehow on him too. When you walk in, she proudly shows you her lopsided creation and Steve shrugs, saying, “Aliens, I can handle. Pancakes? Not so much.”
── . CLINT BARTON
girl dad! clint barton..
.ᐟ You often find the kitchen light on at midnight, Clint and your daughter sitting at the counter with bowls of cereal. “She couldn’t sleep,” he says with a shrug, sliding her another marshmallow from the Lucky Charms box. Your daughter pipes up, “Daddy says cereal at night is the best kind.” You can’t even argue with them when they look that happy.
.ᐟ He lets her pick the movie, but they never get through it because the two of them fall asleep halfway in, popcorn everywhere. You end up turning off the TV and covering them both with a blanket while Clint snores softly, your daughter tucked under his arm.
.ᐟ He takes her out to the Barton farm often, teaching her how to feed the chickens and ride on the tractor with him. She comes home smelling like hay and dirt, but her smile is huge. Clint leans over to kiss your cheek and says, “See? Country life suits her.”
.ᐟ When she’s still a baby sitting in her high chair, she grabs a spoon and tosses it across the kitchen. It clatters perfectly into the sink. Clint’s eyes go wide and he gasps like she just broke a world record. “Did you see that? Natural-born archer!” You laugh from the counter and roll your eyes. “Clint, she threw a spoon.” He shakes his head, grinning proudly at her. “I'm going to have to disagree.. she aimed a spoon.”
.ᐟ She hides in the world’s worst spots.. under a blanket where her feet stick out, or behind the curtains with her giggles giving her away. Clint still pretends to search the whole house, calling, “Where’s my girl? Did she disappear?!” before finally “finding” her. She squeals with delight every single time.
.ᐟ Getting her to nap is a battle, but Clint has a secret weapon. He lies on the couch with her sprawled across his chest, humming softly until both of them drift off. You always find them knocked out together, her tiny fist clutching his shirt like she never wants to let go.
.ᐟ No matter how old she gets, Clint never leaves the house without kissing her forehead. “Lucky charm,” he calls it. When she rolls her eyes as a teenager, you catch her hiding a smile anyway.
── . BUCKY BARNES
girl dad! bucky barnes..
.ᐟ Every morning, Bucky takes her for a walk around the block, even if it’s just to the corner store and back. She babbles the whole way, pointing at dogs and birds, and he listens like every sound is the most important thing he’s ever heard. “That so, doll?” he says softly, nodding along as if her squeaks are the start of a grand story.
.ᐟ The first time a storm rattles the windows, she wakes up sobbing, too young to understand the noise. Bucky lifts her from the crib and sits with her in the rocking chair, pressing his cheek to her hair. “It’s just the sky talkin’, soldier. Nothing to be scared of.” He hums old swing tunes until her little fists unclench and her breathing steadies against his chest.
.ᐟ She’s running ahead on the playground, and Bucky calls after her, “Hey, don’t go too far, soldier!” You follow close behind, hands brushing against his as you jog. When she trips slightly, he’s there instantly, holding her close. You both kneel down and check her tiny knees together, and Bucky whispers to you with a cheeky glint in his eye, “She’s tough… just like her mom.”
.ᐟ She stumbles over the word “dada” for the first time, and Bucky’s face softens. “Say it again… say it for me,” he whispers. She does, and he lifts her into his lap, eyes glinting. “Yeah… that’s it. That’s my girl.” You lean down to kiss his temple with a teasing smile, “I think she's got you wrapped around her little finger already.”
.ᐟ Sometimes you catch him staring at her as she sleeps, jaw tight, haunted by memories he never shares. You lean against him. “She only sees the good you give her.” He exhales slowly, just nodding as the words get caught in his throat and his head leans back besides yours.
── . THOR ODINSON
girl dad! thor odinson..
.ᐟ When your daughter takes her first wobbly steps toward you and Thor, and he instinctively reaches out. “Careful, careful… yeah! Good job, little one.” She stumbles into your arms, laughing. Thor kneels beside her, brushing her hair back. “Look at you! That was amazing.”
.ᐟ Thor tries to teach your daughter how to hold a toy hammer like Mjolnir. “Remember… it’s not about strength, it’s about worthiness.” She giggles, pretending to swing it. He kneels beside her, voice softening. “Perfect! You truly are my daughter."
.ᐟ She insists on drawing maps and “planning a mission” around the house. Thor studies her crayon lines very seriously, voice low but playful. “Aha… a cunning strategy. I approve this is genius.”
.ᐟ He tells your daughter stories of Asgard, Sakaar, and even traveling with the Guardians. “And then, we faced a monster with three heads!” She gasps and hugs him. You laugh softly, “You’re giving her nightmares.” Thor shakes his head. “Nonsense. She is learning bravery, and how courageous her father is.”
.ᐟ Taking Thor shopping was a job on it's own, but adding your daughter made it even more amusing challenging. She would always climb into the cart and wave at strangers like royalty. Thor leans over, grinning. “Behold, our tiny ruler! She commands all!” You laugh, shaking your head, “You can't encourage!” He only smiles in response, “Encouragement is my duty… also my entertainment.”
.ᐟ She’s Thor's daughter, so of course that comes with some sort of power, you just hadn't expected it to set in so early. While she was coloring at the kitchen table one day when a small shock of energy makes the crayons float into the air. Thor freezes, eyes wide. “By Odin… what is this?!” Your daughter is beyond giddy, “I made them fly!” Thor crouches to her level, voice soft but awestruck. “That… is extraordinary. Truly, you are unlike any warrior I have ever met.”
