Stark's Bug
Tony Stark x son!reader
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And we're back baby. Sorry for the long wait but it had to be done. I was stressed to the brim lol. Anyway this chapter is a little cute and domestic cutouts of what Tony has to deal with every day lol. Happy Pride and have fun reading.
Warnings: zero to none
Words: 2079
Chapter 16
After the trip everything, and everyone, was busy. Happy had taken a week long vacation. Pepper and Natalie were having to call and answer calls from all kinds of government people. And Tony was in his lab researching about the dude who attacked him. Ivan something something if you remember correctly.
The news weren't above it either.
What was worse for you though was the stress hanging in the air. It seemed like nobody would be happy about you interrupting their work. But you also didn't know what to do with yourself. So you sat there on the ground looking off into space thinking about anything and nothing at the same time.
Then you decided to just walk around the house for a bit. Maybe you'll find something to do. As you turned the corner you saw a familiar and loved face appear not far away.
"UNCLE RHODEY!" You screeched and jumped into his arms.
"Hey there, champ. What's new?"
"Everybody is suuuuper busy and boring right now," you complained.
"Well, yeah. The attack yesterday was pretty shocking for a lot of people."
You shrugged and were put back onto the ground.
"I guess. What are you doing here?"
"I have to have a word with your dad about what happened."
"Ugh, you too?" You groaned and threw your head back.
"Yeah. Many important people are mad about what happened. They think Tony can't protect them so they want to take the suits away."
"Like the government?"
"Yes and the military and so on."
"But you're in the military?" You questioned as you were walking into the living room.
"Don't worry. I'm trying to protect him." He smiled at you and asked the room where your dad was right now.
You followed behind him but he turned around and stopped you.
"Sorry, bud. But I'm gonna have to talk with him alone, okay?"
"Why!?" You crossed your arms.
"Because I'll say some choice words you aren't allowed to use yet."
You huffed and sat down on the couch still pouting. You were allowed to go anywhere you want! This was your house!
Still angry your stomach growled loudly. So you left for the kitchen, took some food and sulked off into your room.
The next morning you woke up to a quiet and empty house. Which got you into a chipper mood.
For Tony Stark it was time to let off some off that pent up energy from sitting in the lab all day and night since he got back.
But inside the gym awaited a peculiar scene. There were you, pushing weights with all your might onto a mat layed out on the floor.
"Hey Buddy, what are you doing?" He asked both curious and amused.
You turned away from the task at hand to explain.
"I want to test how much I can lift!"
"With your hands or force?"
"The force!"
"Okay. Don't hurt yourself, alright?"
"I won't" and with that you turned back around to the task at hand. Tony watched you after changing into his gym clothes. You were so focused on scribbling into your notebook that you didn't know he was watching.
He looked on as you picked up one after another weight, putting them down inbetween to write something. He cheered you on inwardly as you struggled to lift another one and add it to the ones already floating about in the room. You added some more until it all finally came tumbling down with a loud thud that made the floor vibrate. Quickly moving to your notebook you wrote down the final amount you had lifted.
"Look how much I can lift, daddy!" You ran up to him holding up your little notebook proudly.
Tony grabbed it to stop it from moving and his eyes almost fell out of his head as he read the number with three lines under it.
"212lbs!? Wow, that's a lot," he exclaimed engulfing you in a big hug.
"That's more than 4 times my weight!" You talked on and showed him the math you had done in your book.
"No way. Wow." He paused thinking about all the documentaries on animals he had watched that talked about this kind of thing.
"That's just like an eagle!" He finally said remembering the documentary he watched with you just recently.
You frowned but shrugged. You'll take that.
"I guess your superhero name should be Eagle from now on." He joked but you shook your head.
"There is already someone named Eagle in Captain Magics team. I can't steal his name." You said matter of factly and walked off to begin cleaning up after yourself.
Meanwhile Tony wondered where Happy was for their sparring match today.
He pulled out his phone to call but then something made an elevator sound in his brain. Happy was on vacation for the next two weeks so... yeah.
He totally hadn't forgotten about that at all. Instead of dwelling on it he turned to you and helped to put away the weights.
"Iron man I need your help!" Tony jumped at the sudden appearance of his son Captain Storm behind him.
"What? Oh, what is it Captain Storm?" He asked in a serious tone.
"The evil Madman is trying to take over Brickville and I need your help defeating him and his evil goons!" You explained in a lower voice than usual, which he found adorable.
"Oh no that's terrible! How can I help?"
"We need to find his headquarters and destroy him once and for all!"
"Let's go then. We can't waste any time!" He jumped up and put on his helmet before sneaking away behind his you.
The city was a mess and located in the living room. Brickvilles Bricks were all over the place and half the city had been ravaged. No one who resisted had been left alive. As Captain Storm explained.
Nearing the headquarters Cap instructed Iron man to quieten down so they wouldn't be discovered by the very vigilant guards hired by Madman.
He had the entire city under his brutal paw.
Evading the goons outside both heroes got inside the headquarter undetected.
"We have to find Madmans office. Follow me!" Captain Storm walked forward leading the taller hero through the corridors towards what was discovered to be Madmans office just a few minutes prior.
"Stop," Storm said holding out a hand behind him before turning around. "Look, there's guards."
"That must be it then. How do you propose we get inside?"
"I sneak around to the other side and on three we take them down together."
Iron man nodded in agreement and the plan unfolded as said.
Captain Storm snuck around to the other guard further away from Iron man. He held up three fingers and lowered them one at the time indicating the countdown.
Once the last finger went down both heroes took the guards down quickly and left their bodies in the same spot they had been standing.
Bursting through the door there he was. Madman. Sitting on his office chair and looking as though he had awaited their arrival.
"Ah. Captain Storm and Iron man what a pleasure," spoke the Bear.
"Shut up stupid! We're not here to talk. Leave the city alone and I wont punch you in the face." The Captain said. Very aggressively. Iron man was sort of taken back.
"Yeah. You heard the man Madman." He supported non the less.
Madman said no and with that Storm tackled him out of his chair and started throwing punches.
"Leave. The. City. Alone."
You really beat the crap out of that Bear.
In the end Iron man dragged Madman out of his hideout and held him in place as Storm told the citizens that they were now safe and left Madman in the hands of the public.
"Good work Stormy. I will go now I hope you can handle the cleaning up?"
Captain Storm nodded dutifully and began cleaning. First dragging the stuffed supervillain by his blanket cape into his room while several Lego houses followed.
Tony Stark always thought of himself as a rather messy and unorganized person. But he didn't think he was this unorganized. After you had nagged him about being hungry he went into the kitchen to see what was available.
Nothing apparently. Nothing for him rather. You had spotted something that peaked your interest. A full bag of frozen peas.
"What about this?" You asked holding out the peas infront of you.
"What about it?"
"Can I have it?"
"The peas?"
You nodded.
Tony frowned. This wasnt what he imagined his son wanted for dinner.
"You want a plate of...peas?"
"Yes."
"With what?"
"Just peas."
"Are you sure?" Again you nodded this time more insistent.
What the hell. What kind of child wants peas for dinner.
"But these won't fill you up."
"Not if I eat lots."
The older Stark sighed and went on to prepare you a plate of pure peas. Just peas and nothing but peas. It felt wrong to put peas in a pot all by themselves. And it felt even worse putting all of them in an empty bowl again all by themselves.
He placed the bowl of peas infront of you and gave you a spoon. You, being the semi independent little man you are, went and got yourself a fork. Meanwhile your poor father didn't understand any of the actions you were currently taking. He wondered if he ever confused his parents like you were currently doing to him.
But you seemed to be delighted by the food. Kicking your legs back and forth while chewing the peas.
Tony opted to bite into his apple and keep his mouth shut.
In the end you ate two and a half bowls of peas and was satisfied with your meal.
Pressing down random keys on the piano you were slowly getting frustrated with the bad tunes that came out of it. Nothing even resembling the melodies your father could produce.
Said man walked in just as you were dragging your fingers over the keys angrily. He was planning on telling you to get ready for bed but seeing you sitting there, trying your darnest to produce music warmed his heart with fondness.
"Playing the piano, Bug? What song?" He teased and sat down next to you.
You glared at him.
"Oh if looks could kill," He chuckled and pressed down on one of the keys.
"Want me to teach you?"
You eyes lit up. "Yes! Can you, please?!"
"Alright, come here!" He patted the spot right next to him and you slid closer. He took your smaller hands and placed them where you should press, adjusting each finger that was needed.
"What song is it?"
"I think you'll know once we play it," you weren't really satisfied with that answer.
He placed his own hands right over yours and pulled you on his lap rather than reaching around you awkwardly.
Tony pressed down and the first two notes rung through the quiet room. You groaned.
"What?"
"Thats a childs song!" You exclaimed offended.
"Yeah and what are you?"
"Too old for Twinkle Twinkle little star."
Tony laughed a little. "Bug. This is one of the easiest things to play as a beginner. You don't start with the hardest thing first," he explained and played on with your hands still being guided along.
"Twinkle twinkle little Star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little Star. How I wonder what you are." Tony sang along teasingly.
"This song is stupid." You pouted.
"You rather have me sing the ABC's alongside it?" He poked you side and you moved away.
"Come on this was composed by Mozart. So I don't think it's all that stupid. Come on let's play some more,"
"Only if you play the Star Wars song!" You grinned up at him.
"Okay? I'll see what I can do," he said and placed you back onto his lap.
"This time you sing along too. Make sure I'm doing it right," he put your hands back in position and you nodded dutifully.
At first you just mumbled the words but your dad pushed you a slight bit and joined in.
You grinned and sang the last lyrics together. Giggling you pressed the last keys on your own.
"Great!" Tony praised and placed his own hands over different keys.
"What Star Wars song would the gentleman like to hear?"
"The one that goes: dun dun dun duhn dahdan duhn dahdan," you tried to describe it to the best of your abilities.
Tony nodded and thought for a second before pressing down on the first few notes of The Imperial March. You smiled brightly. He missed a few notes but that didn't bother you too much. It was sensational and you liked having your own musician in the house.
You clapped when he finished. "Whoooo. This was great!"
"Well, thank you kindly. But now is really time for bed,"
He shooed you along and into your bathroom and with that your day was over and another would soon arrive.
And then another, and another, and so on.
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