Hey, this is my first Avengers fic and, would be called AU, I guess. Chapter's not really long, obviously, but wanted to at least start with something here. The rest is almost finished.
Don't know why I had the urge to write this, but well, I thought why not.
Heads up, english is not my first language, so sorry for mistakes. I do try, but some just seem to sneak in.
and Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, sadly
Thank God For Good Godfathers
"He is a child, Howard!"
This was the first time little five years (and two days!) old Tony could clearly hear one of the two people talking in the room behind the heavy wooden door.
The boy sat on the highest step of the staircase, directly opposite to the door, waiting for either his father, or his uncle to come out. Because he had been told by Steve to wait upstairs. And he was! Still on the top half of the stairs, so technically upstairs.
And he always does what Uncle Steve says, because he is nice.
He has always time for Tony when he isn't off to safe the world as Captain America, and he tells him stories, and he praised him for the new robot he had built (even though it had fallen apart soon after his presentation), and he gives hugs, and he doesn't turn away from him when he wants to say or show something, and he plays with him… because he's nice.
Absentmindedly his little fingers played the flipper of the stuffed turtle in his arms and kept staring at the door.
Steve had been angry when he went to see his father. The youngest Stark has never seen him angry before and it scared him a bit.
Behind him, Tony heard a slight creak and he turned his head reluctantly away to see his mother coming towards the stairs.
Marie gave him a smile, but he could see her eyes are slightly glassy and she still carried a glass with red liquor, wine he knew, in her hand. He knew that stuff, and knew that she acts funny when she drinks it, so he just smiled back.
Her long fingers felt a bit cold as her hand stroked through his hair while she passed, and Tony watched as she vanished downstairs around the corner without a word.
She didn't seem to notice his bruised eye.
Tony had made his dad very angry yesterday.
Excited about the fact the he had been able to fix his broken robot, the one that fell apart very soon after he had built it, he'd run to show it to his father.
Unfortunately, Howard hadn't been in his work room anymore as expected, but already on his way out. That's why Tony run into him before he could slow down and Howard, startled by the collision, dropped whatever it was he had been working on for a rather long time.
His robot, on the floor as well, forgotten, the boy had looked on the floor at the broken project of his father in shock, when he lifted his eyes again, his father yelled at him and then his hand must have slipped, because the next thing Tony knew he sat on ground, the left side of his face stung and his father angrily picked up his things and went back the way he had come from.
That had never happened before. He gets yelled at, sure, but never had he gotten hurt like that. With tears in his eyes he'd gone to his room and stayed there, until Jarvis came the next morning to look for him, worried that the youngest family member hadn't shown himself during the meals or otherwise.
Besides the fact that his eye hadn't hurt that much anymore, except when he touched it or squinted, the butler had fussed over him.
One hour later, Captain America had knocked on his door.