For the micro story: 7 - silent fury (bonus points if the fury in question is a) the mythological kind or b) Nick)
Alright, @dreaminglypeach, I hope you like Tiny Tony! Went quite a bit more than three sentences, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
Nick liked to think that he’d faced down more intimidating rivals than the skinny, ten-year-old godson of his potential mentor, Peggy Carter-Sousa.
But, to be fair, those rivals hadn’t been Peggy’s favorite person in the world, and it was kind of important to Nick that he made a good impression on the SHIELD legend.
Making a good impression on the kid seemed like a good start, but so far all they’d managed to do was stare at each other like it was the most epic face-off ever.
“Tony, darling, I told you to stop trying to intimidate my new recruits.”
The woman herself, with graying hair and a stately manner changed when she was in the presence of her godson, lighting up from the inside and smiling at the boy warmly.
In turn, he beamed back at her, showing off a couple spaces where a couple teeth were growing in, his previously suspicious brown eyes twinkling at her.
“I like him! He’s got a good grumpy face like you do!”
While Nick stammered, Director Carter-Sousa ruffled young Tony Stark’s hair. “That’s a good quality, I will take it under advisement.”
