Dad

"And we landed back at the Compound at 11:57. Perfectly on time," you finish, smilingly proudly at the work you'd done for your first assignment as mission leader.

"Excellent work," Nick Fury comments.

"He doesn't even tell me good job," Clint bitterly mutters under his breath.

"Thanks, Dad," you quickly thank, placing your debrief back into its manila envelope. The room silence as all eyes snap back to you. It takes you a moment to feel the pointed stares of your team mates. You look up, "Why is everyone staring at me?"

"You just called Fury 'dad'," Sam tells you.

"What?" you huff in disbelief. "No, I didn't."

"You definitely did."

"And it all makes sense now," Clint boisterously comments.

"Shut up, Clint," you quip.

"Shut it, Barton," Nick reprimands simultaneously.

"Wow..." Sam teases. "Like father, like daughter."