⎊✪ Winter Iron Family ✪⎊
ᴛᴏɴʏ sᴛᴀʀᴋ & ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs & ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ sᴛᴀʀᴋ-ʙᴀʀɴᴇs & ᴀʟᴘɪɴᴇ
secret keeper
Peter and Riri are on a camping trip with their uncle Steve and aunty Natasha.
*ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ*
Tony working on a surprise gift for his husband, Bucky in the shed workshop out back of the farmstead. Unaware of the little eavesdropper whom snuck in without being noticed she had ventured from staring out the window at the alpacas to see what one of her fathers was what too and the goal to be taken to see the fluffy animals.
Morgan: Whatcha doin’?
Tony: Highly top secret type of suff for pa. Do you think you can keep a secret?
Morgan: Yup! *followed by giggles*
Tony: Maguna, that giggle tells me otherwise
Morgan: *pulls a face in Tony’s direction* I-I to can keep a secret
Tony: I’m going to regret this tremendously... *continues on to chat about a suit* but he doesn’t wear anything I buy him...
Morgan: Priddy colours but not for papa
Tony: When did you become critic?
And Bucky happened to walk in on Tony showing Morgan something that happened to be block from his line of vision by the back of his daughter’s head, once Tony caught Bucky in his peripheral vision there was a flail of arms of whatever the object hidden poorly under Tony’s shirt the action had his daughter in stitches and cause him to scoff upon the sight, he was about to playfully take the hidden object from his husband but a diversion in the form of his daughter skipping over to him, distracted him by the asking to see the alpacas...
*ʙᴇᴅᴛɪᴍᴇ*
Bucky had the nightly duty of tucking Morgan into bed as he was the best at checking for monsters under the bed or in the closet and Bucky had away with spinning a story out of thin air, far more patient then Tony able to tell stories until the little one has fallen asleep from gentle words. Tonight was no different, the purrs at the foot of the bed were the guard cat sleeps, dip under Bucky’s weight sitting on the edge of the mattress as he finished up the third story for the night but Morgan seemed off, unfocused even by the story thus Bucky’s fleshy fingers brushed the hair out of her face to gain her attention back.
Bucky: Sleepy, little miss?
Morgan: *sluggish shake of a tired head* Nope just thinking colours
Bucky: Why you got colours on your mind?
Morgan: Cause I don’t like the colours daddy chose for your suit... oppies! *covering her mouth out of shock*
Bucky: *chuckling out* Your secret is safe with me, my little secret teller.
Morgan: *sleepy giggles* t-anks for keepin’ the secret *rubbing tired warm eyes and trailed by a long over due yawn* Think I might rest m’ eyes
Bucky: 'll be right here as you drift off to dreamland
Morgan: I love you lots, papa
Bucky: I love you tons, my little heart
Bucky placed a fatherly kiss upon the cress of her hairline then played the waiting game until soft snores of deep slumber lulling in the room, having carefully moved off the bed without disturbing her nor the white cat whom has claimed Morgan’s bed as pretty much its own. Looking back over his shoulder, switching off the lamp as the cool but dull nightlight protected the room from being swallowed by darkness. Linger of a scan over the room for another check before heading back downstairs towards where he had left his husband to his own devices.
