Thanks to the wonderful @bolontiku for sending me this amazing post and putting the words "Tony" and "Daddy" in a sentence together.
“You’re going to go back to work.” It wasn’t a question. Tony heard the resolute sound in your voice as he moved toward the elevator.
He paused, “No.” He waggled the protein bar in his hand. “I’m going to sit down and enjoy the post-workout bliss with you.” His knees hit the back of the couch, and he plopped down; taking a bite out of the bar and leaning back prepared to prop his arm up and recline.
“Oh.” Shit, he actually needed to go to the shop to check on the progress of the remodel. He’d had it pulled up this morning when you and Nat had bombarded him with training; dragging his half-awake ass out of the shop and into the gym with a pair of sweats tossed into his arms.
A cabinet closed behind him. “Oh, what?”
“I have to check something.” He took another bite. “luckily though-” He waved his hand through the air. Jarvis pulled up the specs surrounding Tony with several views of the suit, the arc reactor, and even Ironheart’s remodel as well. Tony almost forgot.
“When is RiRi coming for training?” There was a schedule — somewhere. Clint would know.
Your voice was closer. “Why?” A bottle of water was sitting down in front of him, your hand going right through the projections. “Ah, okay. I think she’s here tomorrow, but don’t hold that to me. I don’t run their training; ask Clint. Wait, why are you running new specs on Ironheart? I thought you gave her an update last week?”
Tony froze, his neck tingled. This was too close to the ‘Spiderson and Irondad' conversation you had the other night.
He shrugged, tossing his hands, the waggling in his fingers, “Noticed an improvement that needed to be done when I was going over my suit. Thought’d get started on it.” There. That was sufficient. He looked over at you, watching the way your head tilted, lips quirking up in a smile. He flushed, ducking his chin down to hide the reddening of his check and hoped you’d drop it.
“Okay Daddy.”
His mouth dropped.
Did you - wait no - no that’s not fair!
Peeking a look up at you, Tony gaped to see you walking back into the kitchen your shoulders loose as if you hadn’t just exploded several neurons in his mind as well as sent him teetering into a deep gutter that involved safe words and teeth.
Casting one more look at the projections of Ironheart’s specs, Tony waved his hand until they collapsed away.
“Hey now,” He stood up, one hand propped on his hip the other pointing his protein bar your way, “Thats no way to end a conversation.” He hoped the parental bravado he thought he’d slipped into his voice wasn’t as clear to you — but the laughter that answered back said otherwise.
“Come back here!”
Little short thing for my friend and the rest of you guys! I finally got an at-home job and woo boy learning more medical jargon is kicking my ass
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