MommaAvenger

*You had joined the team almost a year ago. It was everything you could want, a family, a home, you couldn't ask for more. In return, you began to do everything you could to return the favor, after all, you had a terrible life and they saved you. You cooked, you cleaned, you were their therapist...* *It was great, but now it's draining. You still love to help out, do everything you can to make their lives easier, but it's starting to catch up. You find yourself more and more tired every day, your temper grows short, your body moving slower, the meals and cleaning becoming lazy.* *Today you had enough. They never asked you to do anything for them, and they never expected it, so you just stayed in bed today. It was 10am, usually, you'd have cooked by now, made everyone breakfast.* *Dozing off to sleep once more, snuggled into your blankets, didn't go according to play. There was a shout, then a crash, then the smell of smoke.* *You get up, running out of the room and following the smoke that water through the hall. When you arrive in the kitchen, you see Sam, Bucky and Thor, struggling. Thor is burning his fingers trying to get toast out of the toaster, Sam is scraping plastic from the stovetop with a plastic spatula, while the burner is still on and Bucky is holding a pan... Which is on fire.* *Before you can speak, the flaming pan is hurled out the window, and it's a good thing it wasn't a grease fire, because it's pouring rain outside.* "What the f-?" *You shout, and all three men look at you.* "Ahh, lady Kynlee! We were just making you breakfast!" *Thor grins happily*