Disclaimer/AN: It had started out as a fic then it was abandoned, besides it works better as a drabble anyway. I guess this can be a prequel to chapter 7: Girly bits.
Summary: When it comes to Antonia May Stark, Tony was all thumbs.
"Peter, you've got to talk to her," Tony said in a nervous tone after walking into the workshop to find Peter fixing up his iron spider suit, there was a loose screw in one of the boots, "she is being completely unreasonable!"
"Well she is your daughter Tony," Peter answered without looking up, he knew when it came to Antonia May Stark, Tony was all thumbs, "she had to get her negotiation skills from somewhere."
"She wants me to make her a pony," Tony glared at his companion not liking how Peter seemed to be so smug at the situation, "not just buy her one. She wants me to biologically design it so that it has a bubble gum pink coat. Bubble gum pink, Peter! And she wants to name it Twilight Sparkle!"
"Pinkie Pie."
"What?"
"The pink one is called 'Pinkie Pie' the purple one is called 'Twilight Sparkle'."
"WHATEVER! Point is I can't just build a pony from the ground up. That's impossible! When she finds out she's gonna be so mad. Or worst she's gonna cry. Oh God I'm fucked…" Tony covers his eyes in his hands.
The wrench that was in Peter's hand at the time, dropped and it rose to cover over his mouth while trying his best not to laugh. After all, a freaked out Tony Stark was nothing to laugh about… some of the time.
"Parker this is NOT a game, she's serious this time. She gave me those puppy dog eyes again." He shivered and looked ashamed.
"You do realize that this is your fault?" Peter mused and dropped his hand to pick up the wench again, "You spoil her way too much."
"Well she is my miracle child, I have the right to spoil her," was his retort.
Peter snorted and gave him a playful glare, "She's my miracle baby too I'm the one that carried her around three fourths of the year,"
"Here we go with that again." Tony had thrown up his hands.
"Fine, but the next time something like this happens you take charge, I'm done cleaning up your messes Tony." Peter was getting agitated, after all Antonia needed to learn that she couldn't have everything and it didn't help that Tony contradicted that.
"Peter!" Tony looked astonished at his usually soft spoken hubby while Peter washed his oil stained hands over the sink, Peter was muttering and cursing Tony's name in hushed tones. "Ooh I should make it up to him… haven't heard him call me that before either. Ouch he must really be pissed off," Tony thought wincing when he overheard Peter call him a particular name.
"Can't even face a little girl, that coward… grumble grumble… his damn fault… spoiling her rotten… clean up his mess." He placed the towel over the sink glaring at him as he passed to exit the room, "Bastard,"
Tony's ego deflated as he watched Peter's back walking away from him.
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