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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."

Dance classes. Band practice. Dates with Peter and school in general. That's what Gwen's normal schedule consisted of. The rest of it? Training with the Avengers. And that took up a lot of time. Sure, she saw her dad then, and that was great. But there was just a lot packed into her life and it was getting to be upsetting that she didn't see her dad as much as she used to.

Maybe they could get McDonalds or something after this. That still counts as a meal with dad, right?

She's two floors above him where the fire isn't that bad but oh, is there ever a lot of smoke. Thankfully, the suit Mr Stark made her filtered out a lot of it, but there's still the occasional cough from her as she answers back.

"Found the janitor. He's a bit singed. But the rest of my floor is clear."

Another cough. "Twenty fourth floor is built like a maze, so be careful, okay? Adam pulled up blueprints. That floor is the pharmaceutical laboratory."

He doesn't like the sound of those coughs, even if it's probably to be expected in a fire this large. There are too many floors for the fire department to get to all of them and if Gwen's right, there's one about to potentially make things worse.

"I'll clear it, you get some air and then check the East stairwell for anyone that needs help getting down."

"Tony?"

"Scan shows two people on twenty four and they came prepared with masks. Looks like our bombers are after something in the maze."

"Meet me up there." He slips through the stairwell door and moves down a long hallway, checking doors as he goes. The smoke is thicker up here and he immediately feels his throat tighten.

Tony's voice cuts through the silence. "Shit, half of twenty just collapsed. Give me a second to get some of the firefighters out of the way."

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"Oh, they're still in here? That's awesome," Gwen replies with a sigh, clearly not at all thinking it's awesome.

"I'll get the guy downstairs, but then I'm coming back." Because like hell is she staying back. Not with the two guys in the building.

"Mr Stark, how's the stairwell I'm in? Any unwanted guests coming my way, or am I good to get this guy downstairs without too much fuss?"

"Two more masks headed your way," Tony warns just before the building shakes with the sound of a distant explosion from below. "Twenty one is going! Get out of there now, the top is going to --."

Tony suddenly cut out and the building groaned and then shifted, the floor slanting to the north. Steve suddenly found himself skidding along the floor as the building began to shift.

"Sam, get to Gwen on twenty five!" He's able to stop his fall by jamming a shield in a doorway momentarily until a filing cabinet comes hurtling his way. He punches it away, but the jolt is still enough to break his hold and he slides further before smashing into a wall. "Sam!"

"I'm on my way!" Steve can only imagine what Gwen's status is above him with a civilian in tow.

That explosion was felt before it happened, Gwen's spider-senses shouting at her and causing her to wrap one arm around the janitors waist and pull him backwards, holding onto him as the whole building tilts. With one hand stuck to the floor, and Gwen holding onto this guy for dear life, she's in a hell of a position.

"This is the pits," she mutters to herself, looking above as her senses go off again. Part of the ceiling is sliding their way and Gwen is quick to move, firing off webbing and lowering herself and the janitor down the tilted floor and to somewhere slightly safer.

The ceiling crashes through a window, but Gwen and the janitor are safe for now.

"Uncle Sam, there's an open window near me. You see it?" A violent shudder from the building and a door opens above. When Gwen looks up, she spots the two masks Tony talked about. They haven't spotted her just yet, but she's not really counting on going unnoticed.

"Oh, please tell me you see the window. I've got company."

"I see you," Sam said over the comms, his voice breaking up with the wind. "Incoming."

Two seconds later he was at the window, reaching out for the janitor so that Gwen would have more ability to use her webbing in case the building decided to collapse further. A shot rang out as the two men above them spotted him and he threw up one of his wings to deflect it away from them.

"You want to climb on?" He asked Gwen. "I don't think the building is going to last much longer."

Below them, Steve was trying to make his way through the slanted floor in order to escape, climbing and falling with his shield. through the office and lab equipment that kept land sliding towards him in each room. He opened another door and was surprised when there was nothing on the other side. The floor had given way completely to a huge hole in the side of the building. He glanced up and caught sight of Gwen and Sam being fired upon. "Gwen, get out of here!"

Gwen wants to say something along the lines of 'best uncle', much as she always does in situations like this, but there's the masks to deal with. It wouldn't sit right with her if these people died, even if they were awful. They need to go to prison for this, and the Avengers need to figure out why they were here in the first place, and what destroying an entire building was going to accomplish.

Another few shots ring out and Gwen can be seen frowning behind her mask. Why she still wears the mask after she outed herself to protect Peter when he was outed by that terrible reporter, she doesn't know. Habit, maybe.

Anyway...

Passing the janitor to Sam, she looks up at the masks again before looking at where her dad is shouting for her and for a moment, she remembers when she had an entire building fall on her.

But she really, really can't leave these guys on their own.

"What about them?" she asks Sam, frowning as more bullets fire off. She takes a quick moment to shoot webbing at the guns, clogging them. This seems to be enough to get the masks running back into the stairwell and down. "Oh...uh...hey, dad? I think they're headed your way."

And with that, she nods at her uncle. "Get me out of here?"

It's been a long week by the time he turns into Sarah's driveway, the Louisiana sun setting in the background. He's back early, but it still feels like it's been too long as he gets out of the truck and makes his way up the porch. The mission had gone well enough and he'd done the hard work of putting Steve's shield to rest in DC. It'd felt like the right thing to do. If not the only thing to do. He wasn't Steve and he sure as hell didn't look like him. Even if no one had said it out loud, he knew how the world felt about a black captain America. That wasn't reason enough to give up the title Steve had given him, but he'd be lying if it hadn't played a part in it. He wasn't Steve and he didn't need to be. Falcon was enough for him and it still allowed him to do what he needed to on his terms.

Still, there was a reason he hadn't told Gwen about the ceremony in DC. As close as they were, he didn't know if she'd understand or want to understand why he'd give the shield away. He'd planned on talking to her about it, but then he'd gotten called up for his mission and there just hadn't been any time. He's sure she won't be happy that she had to learn about it on the news rather then from Sam himself.

He let himself in through the kitchen side door, sniffing appreciatively at the gumbo on the stove and ruffling the heads of his nephews at the kitchen table. Sarah gave him a sympathetic look and glanced towards the stairs. "She's in her room."

Technically, it was Sam's old bedroom, still full of the posters and remnants of his high school career. There was a few yearbooks that Gwen had been quick to bring out and laugh at his school pictures and the short lived dance group he'd been a part of. It still had his name on the door, though Gwen or one of the boys had marked it out and put hers under it. He knocked on the door.

"Hey, Gwen. I'm home."

Gwen wasn't disappointed or upset. Confused, sure. She thought Sam was pretty awesome, for many reasons. For starters, he took in a lost teen from another dimension. There were adoption papers and all. And now Gwen was a Wilson. She had cousins that she played video games with and watched out for. She had an aunt she helped out around the house and with the boat.

And second and most important, he was one of the good guys of this world. There were so many videos on youtube about The Falcon and Captain America that Gwen could watch for hours, plus it helped when she got to fight alongside the other Avengers. They made a pretty good team.

She heard him come into the house. Hell, she heard him arrive before he even set foot on the porch, spider-hearing alerting her to her dads presence. She'd just gotten on FaceTime with Peter, catching up with him about school and all and making plans to play a video game together later, but Gwen cut the talk short.

Heading to her bedroom door, she pulls it open and greets Sam with a grin.

"Hey," she says, half-smile on her face. "You okay?" She can tell he's not, and she saw the news footage. But it's probably best to not ask outright. Let him talk if he wants.

"Tired," he admits, relieved at least that she's smiling at him. She must not be as upset about him giving up the shield as he had thought she would be. It's an added weight off his shoulders he didn't realize he'd been carrying. He leans against the doorframe and looks her over. He knows it hasn't been easy moving to Louisiana after the big battle. Sure they're still able to get where they need to if they're needed for Avenger business, but there were no giant buildings and skyscrapers for Gwen to swing through here. The south moved at a glacial pace compared to the city.

"How's Peter?" He asks, knowing without a doubt that the two of them have already talked to each other as least once today. The two were doing their best despite the distance, but he knows its hard for kids their age.

"Just tired?" That's about as much poking as Gwen is going to do. She wants to know how he's doing, what with putting Steve's shield to rest. So she knows there's much more to 'tired' than he wants to let on. She will not ever understand why adults try to play off that kind of thing, especially ones she's supposed to look up to and learn from.

"He's good. We're going to be playing 'Among Us' later on and then watch something on Netflix." A shrug and a smile that absolutely tells of just how much she's looking forward to spending time with Peter. Welcome to dating in the twenty first century, or something.

"He says hi."

Sam huffs a little laugh when she asks if he's just tired. They both know that she knows him better than that.

"Aren't you supposed to be in that self involved teenage period of your life?" He asks, giving her a small grin. Still, he takes the question as an invitation and moves inside the door, sitting on the corner of the bed. He sighs, looking down at his hands. "I did what I thought was right, Gwen. I know Steve gave me that shield, but Captain America... that's not who I am."

He looks over at her, ready to change the subject if she wants to. "I bet he did. He say when he's coming out here to visit?"

The seafood boil took time, it was an art really as much as anything, and the big old pot that it boiled in smelled like every rich spice and flavor that the sea could bless you with rolled into one delicious aroma. Sarah lifted off the lid on the pot, which could hold approximately three small children, and gave the bubbling contents a good stir, clams, bright red crawfish, shrimp and blue crab along with chunks of ears corn and halved lemons and whole red potatoes. It had boiled for hours until the scent was drawing people in from across the way.

That was about when it was done and Sarah hefted the big pot off the heat and to the dump table where it was, aptly enough, dumped. A self serve banquet awaited from there. Gwen was encouraged to help herself to some of everything, except the beer. Sarah made that very clear. But took a seat next to her to instruct her on the finer points of how to 'properly' eat crawfish. In truth there were as many right ways to eat it as there were family recipes for gumbo in the NOLA.

"Well there are traditional ways to eat crawfish, most people just eat the tail meat and that's fine. It's good. That's where the meat is." She demonstrated by pinking up what looked like a miniature lobster giving it a twist behind the legs and separated the head from the body. She gripped the exposed meat with her teeth and pulled it out and chewed the tail meat. Her other hand still held the head, and after she finished chewing she held that up as well.

"Now the real Cajun thing, is bite the tail, suck the head. See when you boil the crawfish all the seasoning and flavor gets steamed and goes right up to it. So you just put it to your mouth," She looked at her expression and laughed. "No, I'm not kidding." She put the edge of the crawfish where she'd broken the tail away to her lips and sucked out the juice as one might suck on a lime when doing a shot.

She tossed the finished crawfish down and sipped her beer. "And that is how you eat crawfish. But you don't have to do the head if you don't want to." She snickered thinking that might be a bit much for the girl.

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Crawfish 101 a.k.a. adopted family bonding