"Hi Papa! Hi Evie!" Morgan yelled as they stepped out of the elevator and into the home.
"Morgs inside voice." Tony chided.
"How was school?" Steve called from the kitchen where the smell of cilantro and soy sauce wafted through the air.
"What'cha cooking good looking?" Tony murmured moving to stand behind his husband and placing his hands on Steve's hips.
"Marinating some chicken for dinner" Steve turned to the sink and washed his hands before spinning around to steal a kiss.
"Daddy, Papa that's gross!" Morgan said sternly as she opened the refrigerator and began digging around in search of a snack. Finding a chocolate bar on the back of the shelf she pulled it out only to have it plucked from her hands. "Papa!"
"You'll spoil your dinner." Steve said placing the treat back in the fridge. "Have a fruit or vegetable."
"Ugh." Morgan sighed, but none the less took out the bag of grapes and began eating them at the counter with a dramatic pout.
"Where were you babe?" Steve asked, "You don't normally get back at the same time as the kids."
"Oh, I had Happy take Pep to a last minute meeting so I drove the rugrats home." Tony reached over Morgans shoulder grabbing a handful of grapes. "Any homework Morgs?"
"Yeah" Morgan scowled pulling a set of worksheets out of a purple folder.
"You drove them home?"
"Mhm."
"Like a maniac." Peter scoffed as he filled up his bottle of water.
"Are you ok baby?" Steve said with an overly dramatic flair, patting Peter's arms and legs as if feeling for injuries.
"You two are ridiculous." Tony rolled his eyes. "I'm a great driver."
"So long as you're the only driver." Steve laughed kissing Tony's cheek. "You drive with reckless abandon. Like a man with a death wish."
"Verbatim." Peter said laughing as he coughed on his water.
"Oh go do your homework you monster."
"I'm doing my homework Daddy!" Morgan announced.
"Atta girl!"
Peter grabbed his bag and headed down the hall with a grin.
"Did you clean today?" Tony asked looking around the home, the kitchen and living room sparkled and the scent of cleaning supplies hing in the air, albeit hidden by chicken marinade.
"No, Evie did all her schoolwork for the week and since I wouldn't let her use her phone or watch tv..." Steve shook his head with a small laugh. "She finished her book so she cleaned."
"Finished Gone With the Wind? The book the size of Morgan? I said she could use her computer to look at colleges or summer programs if she wanted."
"I suggested that, the idea was turned down. And yes, finished Gone With the Wind, here I thought it would keep her busy for a few days."
"So she cleaned the house? I guess I won't complain." Tony shrugged. "She didn't clean Peter's room did she?"
"No. Only in our dreams."
"Maybe I'll tell her if she cleans it she's ungrounded and can have fifty dollars."
"I don't think she's dumb enough to take that offer." Steve laughed, "Besides its Peter's job. I need to talk to him again."
"Hey Dad." Evie walked into the room stealing a grape from Morgan's hand before murmuring, "You're wrong- answers 10 not 1."
"Evie." Steve chided, "Let her do it herself."
"Yeah, yeah"
"Want fifty dollars?" Tony asked.
"Maybe? What horrible thing would I have to do?"
"Clean Peter's room. If you deep clean with soap you're ungrounded."
"Really?" Evie laughed.
"Sure."
"Tony..."
"Steve the rooms a disaster, we've been asking Peter to clean it for months."
"What if I get Peter to do it?"
"Good luck." Tony scoffed.
"Its Peter's responsibility Tony." Steve said. "Do you think you can get him to clean it?"
"Of course." Evie grinned. "For a price."
"That's my girl!" Tony laughed kissing Evie's head.
"You can't use force."
"I know." Evie rolled her eyes.
"What's your price?" Tony asked.
"Ungrounded, one hundred dollars, and a car."
"Ha!"
"Absolutely not."
"Seventy five?"
"Ungrounded, fifty, and we will work on you earning a car." Tony countered.
"Define work on me earning a car?"
"Well, suspensions tend to count against car ownership."
"Mhm." Steve nodded. "We need to be able to trust you with a vehicle both as a driver and a responsible young lady. Log some hours on our cars, don't let me get any calls from school, help out around the house, and keep your grades up. I think that's sounds reasonable?"
"I guess that's fair. Can I pick the car?"
"Provided you don't have terrible taste. We have a deal?" Tony smiled.
"Do I get paid upfront?"
"Twenty five now, twenty five when I see him cleaning." Tony pulled out his wallet.
"Sounds good!" Evie extended her hand as her father handed her the cash. "Can I have my phone now?"
"Go deal with Peter's room."
"Um music? Also he's doing homework."
"Um attitude?" Tony mocked. "Lose it. It counts against car ownership."
