It had been a while since they'd been able to line up their schedules. Steve wasn't the type of dad that demanded dinner together every night, but he did like to see his daughter on occasion over the dining room table. Unfortunately, tonight's meal had been interrupted by reports of a bombing downtown.

Twenty minutes later they were on opposite ends of a building going up in flames trying to get as many survivors out as possible. He knew it was pointless to try to ask Gwen to leave it to the Avengers, she practically was one by this point. Instead, he listened for her check ins and tried to get as much done as quickly as possible.

"Twenty third floor is clear. Heading up the stairway. Gwen, check in."