(AHHH, ISN'T THIS A HOT MESS, WHO WOULD NAME THEIR BABY BLUEEE IVYY, Heh, sorry, that video is just so great. Anyway, CHAPTER 8! I should really write the next chapter for my other one…I'm so lazy about it. This one is more fun to write but the other one is drama-sextastic so…hmmm. )

"Blue Ivy…that's an odd name for a baby. And who's this Jay-Z fella', people these days don't know how to name anyone!"

Steve wasn't used to reading magazines, but since he had time to stroll around New York this morning he picked up a few that looked entertaining and brought them back to read at the tower.

"Hmm. iPhone 4S ? What's the S even stand for, super?"

"Steve, I'm done ironing. And let me tell you, I'm never doing this again. "

Tony brings up an arm full of ironed suits and another arm full of general clothes.

"God I hate wrinkles."

"Well thank you for ironing them Ir-"

"If you say Iron Man I will punch you."

"Heh, okay sorry."

Tony put the clothes down in a bin by the stairs.

"I'll put those away later I just want to sit."

"Well, before you sit, you could make me a smoothie. I've grown to love those things."

"Heh, no no no I'm sitting. I'm sitting for the rest of the day and you can't stop me."

Steve flipped the page of the magazine and sighed.

"It's fine I…guess. It's just that I read a column in this magazine that said 'when your lover refuses to do something for you, it means they're no longer interested.' So is it true? I was really looking forward to spending all night with you but, if you're less interested then…"

"Steve that's a dumb, teenager, magazine's view on love. It means nothing."

"Like our relationship?"

"Okay this is bullshit I'll just make you a damn smoothie."

"Thank you~ I love you"

"Shut up. You owe me a heaping ball of sex later."

Steve chuckled right as the elevator pulled up and the doors opened to reveal an irritated looking Peter.

"Hey Peter."

"Pops. Asshole."

Tony laughs when he hears Peter's name calling. He continues chopping up the strawberries and bananas and gets out the yogurt, dumping most of it into the blender. He turns to look at his son.

"Have a bad day at school or something?"

"No, my day was alright. It's just coming home to see you….well not a great feeling."

"Okay Peter seriously? I may not always…regret saying stupid things. And I agree I am an asshole. But you used to love me! I bought you stuff, threw you in the air, I taught you how to drive, and hey, when you were 12, I got that one girl to give you her number. I'm your father, and that's not going to change."

"That is all true. Except I called that girl and some random old man picked up. Clearly she wasn't really interested."

"Oh….well you can't stay mad at me forever. "

"I can try."

Peter adjusts his bag on his shoulder and heads upstairs, but before he gets anywhere Steve gets his attention.

"Peter! We're having family game night tonight. "

"….and?"

"What do you mean 'and'? That means, when you're finished with your homework, the three of us are going to play a few games."

"HAHA NOPE."

Peter trots up the stairs as fast as he can and closes the door. Tony adds the last of the fruit to the blender and clicks the quick blend button.

"Hmph…We used to have game night once a week…"

"Well maybe it's because One, you stink at board games, second, he's still pissed at me, and third, you really do suck at them."

"Well I never was good at them, especially Monopoly. But Peter always loved Twister!"

"Well I'm a beast at Monopoly and if you can get him to even step on the Twister board I will make you a cake."

"….can I quote you on that?"

"Heh, he's mad he won't even want to leave his room unless he's hungry."

"Well he's madder at you so, if I make him play he'll have to oblige."

Tony shrugs and turns off the blender. He pours the smoothie into a glass, adds a straw, and places a little umbrella in it for kicks. He brings it over to the couch and hands it to Steve.

"Anything else your highness?"

"No thank you."

Tony sits down and grabs the magazine Steve was reading from the coffee table.

"So who's your match? Justin Bieber, Taylor Lautner, or Zac Efron? "

"Oh haha."

Steve snatches the magazine back and flips through it to find another interesting page.

"It matched me with Zac Efron. I don't even know who that is. "

Tony almost fell over laughing and Steve just playfully punched him in the shoulder. Steve continues reading while Tony clicks on the TV.

A couple of hours pass and Peter comes stomping down the steps. He completely ignores Steve and Tony and heads straight toward the fridge.

"Hey, Peter, hold on there. I'm making dinner in a couple of hours, don't eat too much."

"I'm just taking the frozen mac in cheese."

"…are you going to eat it like that?"

"I have a microwave in my room."

"Why can't you just have an apple?"

"Because…because I do what I want!"

Peter grabs the mac and cheese and darts back upstairs.

"Get back here Loki Jr, it's game time."

"Ughhh, I said nope."

"We're playing Sorry and Twister. Those are your favorite games!"

"…do I have to?"

"Yes, yes you do."

"….fine. "

Peter comes back downstairs, puts the macaroni back and crosses his arms. Tony walks into the other room to open up the cabinet where they store their games. He gets the ones they're planning, slides Twister on the floor and places Sorry on the kitchen table.

"May the odds be ever in your favor."

"Dad, no more references, just stop."

"Heh, but that one worked…kind of."

"Let's do Twister first, that one is always fun."

"Fun until we break our backs and crush Pete."

"I'm the amazing and flexible Spider Man, I'm the best at this game clearly. "

Peter opens up the box, lays out the Twister mat and takes out the board.

"Who's going to spin?"

"I'll do it, I want you and your father to get along again so what a better way than get you guys closer together."

"Oh great."

"Well this is gonna be fun. And besides, your Pops and I will be playing our own game of Twister later tonight."

"Okay….EW?!... Let's just play already."

Steve shakes his head then spins the wheel.

"Um...right hand on red."

Peter gives Tony a look then stoops down to put his hand on a red spot. Tony does the same and they look at Steve to spin again.

"Left foot on green."

"Psh, no problem."

"Dad careful, I wouldn't want your leg to break."

"I'm not even old, you better watch out Mr. Spidey powers~"

Steve rolls his eyes and spins again.

"Right foot on yellow."

Peter decides to show off and puts his foot under the other, therefore making the move more complicated than it needed to be. Tony, of course, wanted to top that, so he twisted his foot around Peter's and just barely hit the yellow spot.

"You two are going to hurt yourselves."

"Just spin!"

"Okay alright! I'll spin twice…, it's left hand on blue, right foot on green."

Peter adjusts himself to lift up his left hand and move it to the blue, then scoots his foot over to the green. Tony struggles to get his foot to a spot without wobbling on his hand, but he manages to do it. Before Steve could spin again, Tony twists in an attempt to trip Peter off the board but Peter retaliates by kicking Tony. Tony falls and Peter jumps up.

"Ha! I win, take that old man~"

"Well…I see where you learned cheating from."

Peter smiled brightly, like a little boy catching a baseball for the first time. Tony just chuckled and sat himself up.

"You'll be sorry~"

"So we're playing Sorry?"

"Yes we are, after we have a rematch."

Tony stands up, grabs Peter and rustles his hair around.

"Ahh, get off!"

"Just cleaning out the lice you little chump, heh."

"Ahhh, Pops get him off!"

"Heh, alright Tony, let's just play again and then we'll get Sorry out."

And so began a long night of yelling, whacking, cheering, and snickering. Only this time it was the good kind.