MHA: UltraMan

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents moved with urgency, their uniforms streaked with dust and sweat as they crouched beside the children, checking for injuries. A young girl clung to a stuffed bear, her wide eyes darting around in fear until a gentle hand rested on her shoulder. "You're safe now," an agent assured her before lifting her onto the aircraft. Nearby, another agent scooped up a boy with a scraped knee, murmuring reassurances as he carried him up the ramp. The hum of the engines grew louder, drowning out the distant sounds of battle as more children were carefully ushered aboard.

In the distance, Steve Rogers stood beside Nick Fury, their voices low amidst the chaos.

"Fury, what's going to happen to the children?" Steve asked, his brows furrowed with concern.

Fury let out a slow exhale. "We've contacted their families. Most will be reunited soon." His expression darkened slightly. "But there's one… no known relatives. She'll be placed in foster care."

Steve's gaze sharpened. "Which child?"

Fury's eye flicked toward the aircraft. "The one you carried."

Steve turned instinctively, his eyes locking onto the young girl as she was guided up the ramp. She hesitated at the entrance, her small hand reaching out toward him, fingers grasping at the air. Before he could move, she was gone—swallowed by the aircraft as the doors sealed shut.

"Does she have a name?" Steve asked, his voice quieter now.

Fury shook his head. "No records. Her parents were killed at birth."

Steve stood there for a moment, lost in thought. Then, without hesitation, he spoke. "How about I adopt her?"

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Fury raised an eyebrow. "That could be arranged, but what's your wife gonna think?"

Steve's lips curled into a small smile. "She'll adore her. She's always wanted a baby girl."

Before Fury could respond, a rush of air signaled Jackson's arrival as he landed beside them, the wind from his descent kicking up dust. "Dad?" he asked, his red and silver armor gleaming under the fading sunlight. "It's time to go."

Steve turned to his son. "What do you think about having a little sister?"

A grin spread across Jackson's face beneath his faceplate. "It'd be awesome to have a sibling."

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Carol's voice wavered with surprise over the phone. "Oh my—adopt?"

Steve let out a soft chuckle. "Yes, honey. You're going to adore her."

A brief pause. "Does she have a name?"

Steve glanced at the small figure in the distance, a child without a past. "No… she needs one."

Carol's voice softened. "How about Emma?"

From nearby, Fury, arms crossed, gave a slight nod. "Emma. Good choice. I'll get the paperwork ready—it'll be like she's always been yours."

Soon, Steve arrived at the airport, his son already waiting. The steady hum of engines grew louder, and a Quinjet descended gracefully onto the New York airport tarmac. Jackson stood by the terminal, dressed in casual clothes, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes fixed on the descending jet.

As the Quinjet's ramp lowered, Steve moved forward. A S.H.I.E.L.D. an agent emerged, carrying a small blonde girl in their arms, her head turning curiously toward the ground below.

Then, she saw him.

Her wide blue eyes lit up, her face breaking into the biggest smile.

Steve felt something shift inside him—a warmth, deep and certain. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, arms outstretched, as if she had always belonged there.

The agent handed Jackson a small stack of documents—a passport resting on top. He glanced at them, flipping through with mild amusement.

Steve gently lifted Emma into his arms, his smile softening as he looked down at her. "You're coming home with us."

Emma's eyes widened with disbelief. "Really?"

Steve nodded, his voice warm. "Yes, really." She wrapped her small arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "You can call me Dad."

Jackson, who had been standing nearby, gave a grin. "And I'm your brother." He walked ahead, leading the way to the rental car.

The drive home felt long, but that was New York for you. Jackson kept his eyes on the road, the city slowly fading behind them as they made their way to the house his parents had bought a few years ago.

When they arrived, the door swung open, and his mother burst out, her face lighting up at the sight of them. "Oh, let me see my little darling!" She gently took Emma from Steve's arms, lifting her high into the air and spinning her in a joyful circle. Emma's delighted giggle filled the air.

"Hey, Mom!" Jackson called out, his hand lifting in a casual wave.

Carol's eyes brightened as she looked at him, still holding Emma in her arms. "Oh, my son, you're home!"

Carol's gaze shifted back to Emma, her arms gently cradling the little girl. "Did you guys buy her clothes?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Steve and Jackson exchanged a look, both hesitating before they simultaneously said, "No."

Carol raised an eyebrow, her expression amused but firm. She shook her head. "Then go buy her some clothes. Jackson, you can fly, so off you go."

Jackson shot into the sky, the wind rushing past him as he ascended. But as he gained altitude, something hit him. He froze mid-flight, his eyes widening. What size clothes does a kid wear?