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Rick narrowed his eyes, the irises brightening in blue for a split second. “This favor has nothing to do with the job. We want answers about our mother and ‘daddy-dearest’ won’t tell us.”

“Your mother? You asking me to go digging around for Ross’ daughter? That’d get on his nerves, I’d love to.” 

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         “I’ll be sure to remember that..” he smiled, tucking his face on the other’s neck, nuzzling. He sighed in content. “Okay? Nothing interesting happened?” If he were being honest he just like the sound of Tony’s voice, soothing him. “Uneventful except maybe, me trying to get some graduates to apply for TA positions. Aris Thane, in particular.”

Tony wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, enjoying the way he was clinging to him. “You mentioning work to graduates isn’t going to get to them. I hope you flashed that pay at them,” he teased. “Thane...? You uh, sure?” 

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Bucky smiled faintly and shrugged. “Only when you skip dinner because you’re working in the lab, or something like that,” he said. “It’s concern.”

“Hey, he married me way after finding out I skip meals... for usually days at a time,” he joked lightly. “He’s a mother hen.”

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Werner rolled his eyes, annoyed at the condescending treatment he was receiving from Stark. “I am not a student and this is no assignment. I am a TA tinkering in my own free time. I do not have blueprints. I piece things together as I go.”

“You show me some blueprints and then I can help you, ‘til then, kiddo, you’re bothering me.”

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         “Of course, let me guess - if I had brought pizza instead; I’d get extra points.” Steve raised a brow, placing the paper bag on the table before he pressed his lips on Tony’s head. He wrapped his arms around tony with a hum. “How was your day?”

“Just a few extra points,” Tony brushed off easily, leaning up into the kiss to his head before he leaned back against the man. “Yeah, it was -- it was okay,” he spluttered for a moment before patting Steve’s forearm reassuringly. “How was your day?” 

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  THE BOY VISIBLY flinched, stepping back without even noticing.  ❛  i know you are,  ❜  he whispered. and that was exactly why he was so worried – scared. dads and alcohol wasn’t a good mix, it never ended up well for him.  ❛  not when you’re a fucking recovering alcoholic,  ❜  he retorted, voice raising a little. it was so frustrating that the other didn’t see it.  ❛  i don’t want you to be like him, ok?  ❜  rationally, he knew it wouldn’t happen. he knew his dad was nothing like jeremy, but fear was an awful thing. hard to shake off when it set and not rarely irrational.

Tony stared at his son, slowly shaking his head. “I’m not,” he insisted. “Fall off the wagon or not, I’m not like your piece of shit birth father, okay? I’m not like my dad. I know what that’s like, I’d never put you in that -- in that situation,” he claimed. He’d been terrified of just that when he first started having kids and it took many years of Steve and Pepper’s reassurance for him to be able to say this confidently. 

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You’ve definitely seen one. Bucky bit his lip before he could say that out-loud, though he couldn’t help but wonder, just for a second (but not for the first time), what having Steve in his bed would be like. He snorted a little at Tony’s next statement, as if it didn’t drive a stake into his heart. “Nah,” was all he could say, his throat dry. ”He’s never said anything bad about you.”

“You and him have a different definition of bad than I do. I know for a fact he’s had to have said I was annoying at least once or twice,” Tony insisted rather fondly. 

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“Banner is Rick’s father. Hulk is mine.” He said with a scoff. “The job is solely for Rick, I am only here to ask you for a favor. Rick will resume control shortly after.” he promised.

“You’re both my godson and nephew, so you can stop with that ‘Rick, Hiro’ spew,” he claimed. “And, I said no.”

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“Father’s suits were more so designed to cover his scars and amplify his magic. I had other ideas in mind. Nothing is concrete, I am merely tinkering around. Of course, what I can build would not nearly be as dangerous as one of your suits.”

“I need schematics, if I’m going to approve you working on this, kiddo. Otherwise, you’re going to have to stick with what your teachers give you assignment wise.” 

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        Steve smiled as he pulled up the garage and grabbed the paper bag with the burger as he exited the car. He made his way to their room, preparing to give a speech about sending explicit images through mobile phones. He’d never admit to lingering as he looked at those pictures, besides he knew if he didn’t - his husband was going to make a habit of it. “Tony.” He said as he opened the door. “Got your burger.”

Tony was fiddling with DUM-E’s power unit when he heard the door open. He grinned at the sound of his husband, turning his head to eye the man briefly. “You know, you look damn-near like the perfect man. I mean: Captain America, a hunk, and you’re carrying food?” he teased him lightly. 

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Bucky smiled faintly. “Thanks,” he said, and shrugged. “I wouldn’t say a lot better. He and I have known each other for so long, but you see a different side of him than I do. You’re his husband and the father of his kids. You know things about him that no one else does.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen any side of him you haven’t. Honestly, back when I was with Pep, I thought you two were a thing,” Tony claimed. “He tells you everything, trust me, I’m aware of the dirt you have on me during my marriage with him.”

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Hiro-Kala tensed at the reminder. He hated that he was not nearly as physically strong as his father or brother and resented himself for it, despite being granted capabilities that made him just as formidable. “Rick and I share a mind. His desires are my own. He hears Dr. Ross through the Earth. We both do. Most of what we are are of those long since passed. Sometimes they are people barely hanging onto life. Perhaps you should start with Banner. He tends to…leave out information.”

“Referring to the old man as his surname? Cold. But, hey, I get it. I was a rebellious, asshole teenager,” Tony claimed with a shrug. “Listen, kid. I can’t get you a job acting like this. You need to go talk to someone, alright? Uncle Tony’s orders.” 

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“What are you, suspicious?” Werner allowed himself a slight laugh. “Well, if you must know, I am building a suit of my own.”

“A suit, huh? Not based off one of your dad’s little suits, are they?” 

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 ❛  THAT’S BULLSHIT, ❜  HE retorted.  ❛  it just makes you out of it enough that you don’t have to think about shit but then when you’re sober it all comes back but that’s not what you want so you get drunk again and then it never stops. and you’re just drunk and angry all the time.  ❜  tony’s next words had the boy shaking his head, vehemently denying any of that.  ❛  i’m never going to be like that.  ❜  

Tony pursed his lips at the words and shook his head. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that again, Gideon. Understood? I’m your dad. Drunk or not. I’m an adult, I know what I’m doing. I’m entitled to a damn drink every once in awhile.” 

[coxgitando]

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Bucky felt a strange combination of humiliation and gratitude at Tony’s words. It broke him in so many ways to have to rely on the favor of another (and the husband of the man he’d been in love with for the past several decades, no less), but Tony’s kindness was undoubtedly a boon. “Thanks,” he said softly. He cleared his throat, wishing to talk about anything else. “Steve’s birthday went alright.”

Tony gave a jerky nod in response, leaning back against his desk and folding his arms over his chest. “Yeah -- yeah it was. You made the right call with where to host it at. He really loved seeing all the art,” he pointed out. His eyes ran down the man briefly before turning to look out his office window. “You really know him well. A lot better than me,” he pointed out with a squint.