Just Relax

He watches Addison closely; making sure the boy she was with kept his hand to himself and acts the role of a gentleman. "Babe," he wife asks, walking over and resting her head against his arm—too short to actually reach his chest," what'cha doin' over here?"

"Keeping an eye on Addison," he answers, voice quiet and emerald eyes full of concentration. Sasha laughs, looking back at their daughter as she and the neighbor boy sit on the front porch with their ice cream cones. "I'll not let her be treated like some boy's little plaything."

Sasha raises an eyebrow, taking in his chiseled features with a calm glance and a question on the very tip of her tongue. With a grin, she turns away from the god and begins to do the dishes since it was her night in Stark Tower. "I've a question for you," she says with a smirk that, if her husband could see it, would make him worry.

"And what would that be?" His narrowed eyes never stray from the pair outside as she dries a few dishes and put them up in the proper places, wondering how the mischievous man would actually react to her question.

With an all-out grin, Sasha starts towards the living room, throwing the question to him over her shoulder. "What are ya gonna do when she's no longer four, but sixteen and going out on a real date with a guy you probably won't approve of?"

"All I ask is that he come in so I can show him some Asgardian weaponry, then he'll run out with wet pants." The words are practically a snarl as the god stands closer to the window, thinking about locking his precious baby in some tower for the rest of her life.