Okay, so I already posted this once but I'm doing a sequel so I wanted to repost as chapters. So, I hope you enjoy the story and maybe put a little smile on your face :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, JARVIS, or Iron Man
I however do own Ferron.
Tony was working in his workshop on a new idea for the Avengers; little paging cards for when the others weren't around.
He heard the glass door slide open and the soft slap of bare feet on the floor. He could feel the presence of someone near him, then it wandered away.
The man looked up to see a dark haired boy with a juice box looking up at the three Iron Man suits Tony kept.
"What are you doing?" Tony asked. The kid didn't turn around. "Lookin." the boy replied. Tony rolled his eyes. "Obviously."
He turned back to the chip he was working on. "You really shouldn't have a drink down here."
"You drink down here."
Tony sighed. "Uh duh, cuz I'm allowed." he shot back, turning slightly to look back at the kid. The dark-haired boy looked at him curiously.
"Why?"
"Becuz I'm the adult."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Just because?"
"Just why because?"
"What?"
"Why what?"
Tony shook his head. "Ferron, I swear you're giving me a headache." He declared, pinching the bridge of his nose. Ferron copied him, putting his little fingers on his nose.
"Sorry Daddy."
Tony sighed again, but more amused than exasperated. Ferron turned his attention back to the suits. Tony stood and walked until he stood next to his son. "You seem to be fascinated by the suits."
Ferron nodded, then sucked on the straw of his HiC juice box.
"I like the suits. 'Specially when you fightin bad dudes."
A lightbulb went off in the billionaire's head. "How bout having one of your own?"Tony suggested, looking down at the boy. Ferron glanced up. "Oh yeah." he replied eagerly.
Tony ruffled the boy's dark hair. "That's my kid." The man crossed back to the table and moved the unfinished chip to the side. Thor's Avenger card could wait.
He set to work immediately, convincing his son to pitch in alongside him. Building one adult sized suit before had taken less than a day, especially back when he had been having his nightmares. Building a child sized suit of a kid of four years of age, well that was merely a couple hours. He fitted Ferron and the suit was almost ready when a fleeting thought crossed his mind. A brief thought of what Pepper might think of this idea of his. He ignored it, as he usually ignored his conscience.
In front of father and son stood a four-year-old sized, red and silver Iron Man suit. Ferron glanced up at Tony expectantly. Tony shrugged. "Well, it isn't going to open itself."
Ferron looked back at his suit. "JARVIS." he murmured softly. A robotic voice replied, "Yes sir." and the suit opened up. Ferron turned so he was facing Tony and walked backwards into the suit. It enveloped the boy, the metal all sliding back into place.
The eye lights and center circle lit up, as well as the circles on his iron palms. Tony rapped on the helmet. "How's it goin? All good in there?"
"There's a lotta stuff goin on in here." Ferron said, his voice having a slight robotic sound. Tony took a few steps back, observing the mini-him. "Well, that's all statistics and power measurements, you'll understand it when you're older. This suit is just for play." Tony explained, leaning back against the table.
Ferron looked at his hands. "Cool!" He held his palm out towards Tony. "No, Ferron–!" He was cut off as a pulse of blue light shot from Ferron's hand. Tony swung to one side as the bolt flew past and hit the wall, making a big charred circle.
Tony stood back, holding out his hands. "Maybe it was a bad idea to make it battle-ready." Ferron looked back at his palm. "That was so cool!"
Tony laughed sarcastically. "Ha, yep. It's awesome you almost killed dad." Ferron looked down at his feet. He pointed his hands downwards. Tony leaped forward. "Ferron!"
The little Iron Man shot into the air, stopping just before his helmet hit the ceiling. He began hovering around the room. Dum-E 'looked' up at the boy, beeping out random noises.
Tony groaned to himself. "Oh, I'm gonna be in deep sh–"
"Sir, I would advise a suit just for show next time?" JARVIS's voice pointed out. Tony climbed onto the table and tried to grab a laughing Ferron as he flew by.
"Who's the parent here, JARVIS?" Tony grumbled, reaching out for Ferron again. The boy was shrieking with laughter and joy. He did twirls and loops and was having all kinds of fun until things got out of hand. He was starting to buzz around too fast, too quick.
"Daddy?" He yelled in fear. Ferron began to hit walls and the ceiling. The suit began to head straight for the lights in the ceiling. "JARVIS! Eject!" Tony cried. The suit deployed the boy from it. Tony jumped forward and caught Ferron just before father and son hit the hard floor.
The suit fell not far from them, the blue light fading from it. Tony looked down at the boy in his arms. Ferron was grinning up at him. He had a bleeding scratch above his eye, but was otherwise unhurt. He would bruise here and there, but no harm done.
"Can we do that again?" Ferron exclaimed eagerly. Tony shook his head. "That was fun but…I'm supposed to be a responsible parent and that means not doing things that end with you being hurt, no matter how cool they are. 'Kay?"
Ferron sighed. "Okay." he mumbled.
Tony stood up and set the dark-haired child down. "Alright Gears, let's get this place picked up."
Tony moved to pick up the small immobile suit. He paused and turned to face Ferron, who was picking up scattered papers into his small arms. "Oh and Ferron?"
The kid glanced up at him. Tony gave him his best serious look and pointed his index finger at him. "Don't tell Mom."
Ferron smiled and nodded earnestly. Tony ruffled the boy's hair.
"C'mon, this trash won't pick itself up."
Warning: More Tony and Ferron in next chappie!