ʜᴏɴᴇʏ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴇᴇᴘ.

“Yeah I guess. Or you can fly through time in your man suit.”

          “in my man suit.” tony echoed with an amused look, “i can’t tell if you’re being philosophical or literal about flying through time but that’s an interesting concept.”

[text: Dad] Okay yeah but

[text: Dad] So is super heroing without signing the accords

[text: Dad] But you wouldn’t let me do that

[text: Dad] And I’m still heroing

[text: Petey] Remind me to tell you why that is when I get back.

[text: Petey] Put her back and file a report

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“What? I don’t know what your talking about.” That lasted about 2 seconds before he gave him a real answer, the look on Tony’s face being one of rare Fatherly Sternness that Peter knew not to fuck around with. “Me and Ned were at this party some kids from school invited us to, we didn’t really know them well because they were like? 11 before and there were cupcakes and I figured it was safe ya’know? Cause movies always show brownies not cupcakes? So I ate 2 of ‘em cause? They were strawberry cupcakes. What else was I suppose ta do.” Ned was currently passed out in a guest room, he’d had more than Peter, mainly because Peter had started feeling like something was off after the second one. If it hadn’t been for what he assumed was a delayed alert from his powers he probably would have eaten more like 8 or all of them.

peter’s explanation brought with it a slight headache for tony. this was something he never thought he had to deal with. mostly because morgan was still five and if anything went wrong he had pepper. she knew what to do -- likely knew what to do here but she was off on a business trip and calling her up was out of the question. so, here they were. as tony saw it he had several options, most leaning towards a long dad speech that would’ve made pepper proud but seeing as how peter was high right now, it wouldn’t have its full effect -- if any. the kid barely listened when he was sober.

after a long pause, tony took a deep breath and spoke. “okay first of all, you’re grounded. and second, here’s what’s going to happen: you’re gonna go drink some water, head upstairs, wash up, and go to bed. we’ll continue this in the morning.”

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[text: Dad] Spiderman may or may not have stolen someone’s dog from their yard after they went inside when he saw them hurting said dog. [text: Dad] What I’m trying to day is: Dad can I have a dog? [text: Dad] Pwease? She awready wuvs me.

[text: Dad] And I’ve named her S’more. [text: Dad] Everyone knows you can’t get rid of a dog after you name it. [text: Dad] That’s illegal.

“Somehow I was expecting some searing pain with reconnecting nerves… I think I might have been watching too many Midgardian movies.” The arm indeed looked rather clunky. Mainly because of the straps. He might tease Tony about the lack of style later just to nudge at his ego but perhaps that wasn’t the best time to do so.

Instead, he waited patiently for the other to set everything on its place. Somehow it reminded him on putting saddles on horses or Toothgnasher. The whole setup definitely wasn’t as comfortable as he would wish and fighting would be utterly dreadful but he was sure sooner or later Stark would find a better solution relatively soon.

“So I just need to try and move it in the same way I used to move my real arm, right?” He made sure he understood the instructions correctly before making the effort. At first nothing happened but then the arm moved up and he was even able to clench the metal fingers into a fist. The movements were mechanical, unnatural but the progress was there. Thor smiled widely before he turned his gaze from the arm to look at Tony.

“Thank you.” The smile was arm and this time it actually reached his eyes, finally reminding of his old self.

          “um… about that. funny thing is, we still need to do a muscle and sensory reinnervation. this is just set as a precaution, which is why we got ugly straps instead of the cool stuff. any problems and we can simply take it off.” tony explained, folding his arms as he watched thor attentively. he gave a nod at the inquiry.

one second passed then another. nothing happened. blunt fingernails dug into his sleeve-covered bicep, eyes locked on the bionic arm. come on, come on… and after what felt like forever, it moved. tony’s shoulders dropped in relief, a sigh tumbling out of his lips and he continued to observe the small movements thor carried.

it worked. not that there was any surprise there, the engineer had used himself to test run its earlier stages, but the continuity was greatly appreciated. and seeing his friend look so happy -- so genuinely happy -- was worth it. tony never knew how much he missed seeing thor’s smile till it was focused on him. he smiled back and shook his head. “this is just the beginning.”

“I assume so. She does say that and she keeps returning to suggest yet another style for my hair. I am certainly not an expert when it comes to behaviour typical for children but it does sound right.” He gently touched his hair to make sure not a hair clip would be lost. Otherwise the little warrior might be sad and that would be irredeemable.

“I do appreciate your trying. It means a lot.” The sight of the lab wasn’t unfamiliar even though Thor rarely visited the place. Typically Tony seemed to prefer working alone and the Thunderer respected that.

Without any hesitation he sat on the nearest stool and took his shirt off, figuring that it might get in the way of fitting. “Doesn’t look like shit to me. If it works then it’s all that matters. The bandages covering the stump fell on the floor, giving better access. “I assume it won’t be pleasant.”

          tony’s gazed wavered downward before returning to thor’s face. he shook his head in response, unbuckling the harness of the prosthetic. “you might feel a slightly unpleasant tingle -- maybe some sensitivity here and there -- but it wont hurt. not for a tough guy like you.” he teased with a good-natured nudge.

as a prototype, tony knew he’d have to go a little old school. the lesser pain the god felt, the better. where he might’ve had to poke and prod, he used electrodes. placing them on several nerve areas around the edge of thor’s chest.

“these act as a ‘bridge’ that extends your neural activity here to the prosthetic. i already have a microprocessor controller built in so all you gotta do is just... move. that simple. but not yet. let me first attach this bad boy on and...” tony dragged the word as his arms wound around thor, adjusting the straps till he was positive they wouldn’t come off or slide the other way. “there we go. all set.”

“ It does sort of paint a giant red target on the entirety of New York… not to mention the debate on if we’re leaving everyone else unprotected or are we keeping them safe by not getting them involved. ”

          tony massaged his temples, eyes closing for a long moment before they opened to see that yes, peter was still in the room and no, none of this was some lucid dream he’d yet to wake from. the world just really loved throwing things at him, didn’t it? tony pursed his lips and placed an elbow on the arm of his chair, thumb resting under his chin as his lips pressed a thin line on his index finger.

“a real classic.” he commented, then went straight to business. “where’d you get it from, peter.”

working with the avengers … domino is actually speechless . it was already hard to picture the x-force as a functioning group of people , but now she was in the avengers tower standing across from earth’s best defenders , and wade wouldn’t shut up about a botched brazilian wax that had him walking funny for a week after . she was quiet for the most part , and obviously couldn’t help the smile that tugged on her lips whenever she recognized an expression of ‘ why can’t he ever shut the fuck up ? ‘ or ‘ god this was a bad idea ‘ cross the face of her new comrades . brief introductions and everyone split up , the team simply tagging along with whomever cared to help them – hence why wade was currently off by himself , chatting up a storm with tony’s ai . the mutant found herself sauntering down various halls until she was in the kitchen , a familiar head of dark hair busying themselves with a glass of scotch . “ i would apologize for wa – deadpool , “ she began , leaning against the door way . “ but no amount of sorry’s is enough to cover … that . “

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          it’s truly inspirational how everyone, even those out of SHIELD’S radar, banded together to save the world. really moving. and the fact that they’d won -- the icing to their metaphorical cake. now it’s just a matter of finally getting to breathe. to sit down and unwind. process the moment, their losses. with everyone introduced and pointedly avoiding a certain mercenary, tony slinks away to the kitchen. people cope in different ways, this is his. pouring himself a glass of scotch and reasoning that it’ll only be for this one time. he’s over that life. the drinking, the partying, the women -- they are things of the past. but… he needs this. god, tony needs this.

his shoulders tense and relax when a voice flows into the room. he snorts in amusement, looks over his shoulder and sees domino. setting the glass down he turns around, resting an elbow on the counter. “no complaints here. anyone who can make even captain america uncomfortable is a good one in my books.” he gaze flickers to the bottle and glass at his side and tony belatedly asks, “drink?”

          SHE HAD THOUGHT IT WAS JUST HER HAND THAT HE WANTED. THAT he was going to show her another game. giveher another test. but he’d pulled her up from her seat, grasping her close. theleather strains off the edge of her shoulder, the bench behind her, dark andgrowing obsolete. his movement slices a slow foreign rhythm, leads her sulliededges along with him. it’s one she can follow, knows innately something beyondjust the commander in her; the assassin with burned crimson in her cheeks andso much metallics in her she couldn’t feel the pain anymore.

     tonystark, the man who should have no energy, who’d gone without food or water fora day, somehow confused her.

                      ‘   what….—- what are we doing?   ‘

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          throat dry and stomach empty, tony stared into the ocean of endless space. it was a breathtaking sight he’d seen over and over again, bringing a sense of hopelessness every time. maybe that was what made him get up and walk towards his only companion. had him offer his hand and take her to the middle of the room. there’s nothing left.

there’s no music, no beat to play off of, so tony conjures one himself. hums along to an old song he once played for steve as a joke but ended up sticking with him. tony places her hand on his shoulder, his own on her back, and envelops her right hand with his left. he keeps the pace slow, rocking gently as they turn a full circle.

“dancing. i figured it was time we expanded from paper football. find other ways to kill time.”

“Sure, sure. Give us another holiday that everyone will forget eventually. Like Hamburger Day. Do you know how irrelevant that is? No, seriously. Also, just put cheese on the damn thing. Cheeseburgers are the best. Just- Just put cheese on the hamburger and eat it-”

“Oh, Iron Man day. Yeah, sure do that. Just add some cheese to it, it’s fine.”

          “i’m gonna have to disagree with you there, kid. i celebrate national hamburger day religiously. it’s relevant. and so will iron man day be -- mostly because it’ll be a paid holiday and those go extremely well with basically everyone.”

There’s a flicker of emotion in her gaze as she looks down at her helmet, cracked mask set aside to shove him and reach over into the take out bag and steal a bite of her burger. 

                           “ Thanks dad. ” She says, mouth full as gaze diverts and lashes flutter. Scooting over beside him she rests her head against his shoulder and continues to stuff her face in place of talking. Cause she was hungry not obviously choked up and avoiding talking cause she might do something dumb like cry.

          shove and pull. it still catches tony off guard to see the similar behavior morgan displays between him and pepper. their little girl. he wraps an arm around her shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“you’re still grounded, though.” he murmurs, absently taking in four corners of his daughter’s room. it’s changed so much over the years, a reflection of the inhabitant’s ever evolving character. morgan’s growing older, becoming her own person. soon enough she’ll want more than what home (what tony) has to offer and when that day comes... tony mentally shakes the thought away. a worry for later, when he can pester pepper about it.