Tony sighed, laying in his bed. He'd just pretended to fall asleep to get Steve to stop treating him like he was an infant. Rhodey was terrible. It was one thing for him to do all this, or for Hulk to, but to have Steve in on this was just a new form of evil.
Steve already had this thing where he thought that he was his dad. Simply because he knew Howard Stark. Tony just sighed into his pillow, he did miss his dad... But Steve was nowhere near his father and Rhodey wasn't his mother.
James came back with a big bag of diapers, "So how was Tony?"
"He's being pouty like normal," the solider shrugged and continued to read the magazine.
"Yeah well I'm tired of hitting him for now," he set the bag on the table.
"What'd you get him?"
"More diapers, he goes through them like a normal baby. 8-10 a day," he shook his head.
"Ok..." Steve looked to the side, "Well what is this?" he pulled out a box.
"I got him a couple toys so he wouldn't be completely bored. Some puzzles and stuff," he put the stuff away.
"Wow...You're pretty creative when it comes to punishment," he shuddered, making sure he never got on Rhodey's bad side.
"Yeah well you gotta be with Tony. He makes you wanna kill him some days. But he's not always a brat on purpose. Sometimes he just wants the attention and a lot of times he's pretty hard on himself."
"Yeah, I've noticed that about him. But he makes it harder on himself by refusing to ask for help."
He nodded, putting the things away, "Thats why I came up with this punishment."
"Hm?"
"He's not allowed to do anything himself, so he's forced to submit and accept my help. And others' help," he smiled.
Steve had to admit, Rhodey was pretty crafty.