You Took A Polaroid Of Us

you took a polaroid of us

summary: the avengers can’t seem to understand why you’re so obsessed with taking polaroids until they come across your scrapbook.

a/n: me? kind of sticking to the mcu timeline? what??? anyways, instead of tony being the one to do the snap, it’s his kid (😔) and this story is so sad but it’s kinda sentimental? anyways tell me what you think!

warnings: angst, some fluff (if you squint), and probably some typos.

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No one could understand your obsession with your pristine white polaroid camera.

You had at least ten unopened boxes of polaroid films and the Avengers had always said you didn’t need that many boxes if you weren’t going to use them.

They were backups, you said.

When the team went on press junkets, vacations, staycations, or minimal damage missions where Tony allowed you to come, you brought your trusty polaroid camera. Everyone would roll their eyes whenever you would jump out of the quinjet after forgetting to bring the camera and an extra box in case you ran out of film but you made everyone wait anyway.

You didn’t mind that everyone seemed to be annoyed whenever you took candid shots of them. Sometimes, they’d give you a feigned annoyed expression but chuckle at your curious nature and you wanted to document everything.

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