stony + 30? (sorry, it's just too good xd)
30- Detention? Again?
“Steven Grant Rogers, you better give me a very good excuse as to why you are not home and getting ready for the guests to arrive in less than twenty minutes, or I am going to be seriously mad with you,” Sarah Rogers spoke rapidly over the phone, her voice dangerously low.
Steve pursed his lips and pulled nervously on the collar of his shirt, whilst Tony simply leaned against his shoulder and tried not to giggle too loudly. “Uh, look Ma- about that-”
“Ohhhh Steve, you are in so much trouble-”
“It wasn’t through choice!” Steve squawked quickly, his eyes flitting around the room in a panic. Tony thought it was always hilarious, watching the 6′2 fearsome quarterbacker hunk that was Steve Rogers act like a puppy caught chewing on furniture whenever he got in trouble with his mom. “Teachers gave me the detention today, even though I did try and get them to reschedule!”
There was a short silence. Steve bit his lip and shut his eyes whilst Tony grinned and kissed his shoulder comfortingly. “Detention?” She eventually said, very quietly, “again? What did you do this time?”
Steve opened and shut his mouth a few times, and Tony watched the bright pink blush that crept up his neck and onto his cheeks. “Uh- well- you see-”
“Steven...”
When Steve still found himself unable to push the words out, Tony simply sighed and then plucked the phone quickly from his grip. Before Steve could get a word in edgeways, Tony lifted it to his ear and began to speak.
“Sorry Mrs. Rogers, it’s all my fault- see, Steve was going to the bathroom and I saw him when he passed my science class so I snuck out to follow him because I’d been wanting to tell him something really, uh, really quite important about our... relationship, so to speak, and then one thing led to another after both of us admitted a few things and- uh- basically we got caught making out in the broom closet by Principal Fury.”
Steve’s face was priceless. He made a horrified sound in the back of his throat, and then held his head in his hands. Tony just tried to suppress a laugh, as the phone line went deadly quiet on the other end.
Eventually, there was a long, drawn-out sigh. “Tony, thank you for being brave enough to say what my son couldn’t. Can you please put him back on the line again?”
“Sure,” Tony responded, before adding, “do I still get cookies when I come around tomorrow?”
“No.”
Tony pouted, but dutifully held the phone back out for Steve, who took it nervously and then slid it back up to his ear. Before he actually managed to speak up, however, Sarah spoke again.
“You’re off the hook this time, simply because I’m glad you’ve finally managed to grow a spine and kiss the damn boy. But Just this once, you hear me?”
Steve blinked, but then it turned into a nervous smile as he looked back at Tony. “Promise, Ma.”
“Good. Now get back to kissing him- you’ve wasted enough goddamn time already.”
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