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Word Count - 1242

Fic Detail - Slice of life / TonySteve / Harley and Peter

Wouldn't Change A Thing

"I dunno, he brought a bit of culture to the place," Clint said, shrugging his shoulders as they piled into the elevator of the tower.

"The only culture he has is in his tennis shoe. Heh, tennis shoe. Heh, heh, I crack myself up," Tony replied, grinning when his team all rolled their eyes.

He loved making them cringe with bad jokes, it brought him untold amounts of happiness, and their one legged villain in sports gear brought plenty of opportunity.

"I still don't understand," Steve muttered. "What was he even attacking us for?"

"Because American's don't appreciate 'good' sports," Nat replied, rolling her eyes. "He's a baseball hater apparently."

"And that meant he had to try and take out half of lower Manhattan?"

"Nobody said the criminals have to make sense, Steve," Bruce said, rolling his eyes. He was thankful that the Hulk hadn't actually been necessary, but he was irritated about the call out to a villain that was more irritant than actual danger.

It had been an attention call more than an attack.

Steve followed Tony off the elevator for the workshop, which ended up being a good thing. The doors opened to reveal Harley and Peter in the workshop, Harley wrapped in a smaller version of the Iron Man suit.

"On your left," Peter called, shooting a web for Harley to avoid.

"I've never felt so alive!" Harley shouted with glee.

"Good, because I'm gonna kill ya!" Tony shouted.

Both boys looked around guiltily, both quickly returning to ground level.

"Oh, Mr Stark! We, uh, we weren't expecting you back so—"

"Clearly," Tony agreed, stalking into the room. "J, what the hell were you thinking, letting him into the suit?"

Before J.A.R.V.I.S could reply, Harley stepped out of the suit and rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh, I overrode J.A.R.V.I.S's protocols."

Before Tony could open his mouth to let out a tirade of anger, Steve covered his mouth. "Okay, nope, time out. Boy's I suggest you both head up to the common floor. We'll be eating soon."

Both of them opened their mouths to argue, but he gave them such a severe look that they scarpered past Tony and Steve in seconds.

"Why did you stop me?" Tony demanded, as soon as Steve let him go.

"You would have said something you regretted out of worry," Steve said, reaching out to stroke Tony's cheek. "And as angry as you are, as you have a right to be, I know you don't want to hurt either of those boys."

"Do you know how dangerous that could have been, Steve? Not to mention overriding J. What in the actual hell were they thinking?"

"You can ask them that," Steve assured him. "As soon as you've calmed down enough to think straight, okay?"

Tony rubbed a hand through his hair, his earlier good mood forgotten. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

…

Tony didn't calm down properly until the following morning. While Steve skillfully made breakfast, whistling to himself as he shifted the frying pan around happily, Tony directed Harley and Peter in chairs at the table.

Neither of them looked like they'd had much sleep, and Tony felt a little bit guilty about that, but Steve had been right. Anything he said right off the bat would have cut them much deeper than a little loss of sleep.

"I'm sorry, Tony," Harley said quietly. "I just, I got excited and I know I should have just waited for you, but I didn't know how long you'd be out for and we were looking for a distraction and—"

"I'm not mad about you being in the suit. Okay, no, I'm a little mad about that. What I'm mad about is that you overrode J.A.R.V.I.S because his primary function in this tower is the safety of the inhabitants. If he says no, it's gonna be for a good reason.

"I'm mad because you did something dangerous without supervision. And, I'm mad that you put yourselves in danger. You could have both been really hurt and J wouldn't have even been able to tell me. Anything could have happened!"

"I'm sorry too, Mr Stark. I should have known better," Peter said. He looked so ashamed of himself.

Tony nodded. "For the time being, you're both on a workshop ban unless me or Bruce are there to supervise you. I don't trust you boys to play safe, so until you both prove that you won't be so reckless again, you're on limitations. Understand?"

Neither of them looked happy, but they nodded their heads.

Peter would be heading back to school in a few short weeks, and Harley would be going home to his mom and sister in a little over a week, and they both knew that Tony's limitations wouldn't be over before then. Both also knew that given what they'd done, they'd gotten off pretty easily.

Tony nodded decisively. "Right, that's dealt with. After breakfast, you can both go back to bed for a while, alright?"

…

"You handled the boys really well this morning," Steve said later that day when the two of them had stolen away to the penthouse for a little time to themselves.

"Hmm. You were right about me calming down. J was able to show me videos after I brought him back to fully functioning. Is it weird that even though I'm mad, I'm also proud of them?"

Steve shook his head. "That's my perpetual sense of emotion when we're in the field."

Tony snorted. "Probably fair." He smirked a devilish smirk. "But the way you reprimand me is much more fun that the way I reprimanded the boys."

"I should hope so," Steve agreed. "You're good with them though, and setting boundaries is always good. Lively boys like the two of them need boundaries."

Tony nodded and then climbed over so he was sitting on Steve's lap. "Done talking about the boys now. I missed you last night."

Steve pulled him close. "I missed you too, sweetheart."

…

"I was listening to that," Tony complained when Bruce walked into the workshop and had J.A.R.V.I.S lower the volume of the music Tony had been singing along too.

"Reed's been at it again," Bruce said.

"Uh, Richards," Tony muttered, only to burst into laughter when it was echoed from two younger voices across the lab.

"Bonding moment," Tony called, grinning widely. "Isn't it nice that we hate the same things?"

Bruce rolled his eyes, reaching out to smudge the grease off of Tony's cheek. "You're a dork."

"You love me, Brucie. Now, tell me what Richards has fucked up this time."

…

"—so of course Bruce is fuming with him," Tony finished, shrugging.

Steve shook his head. "Typical Reed, I suppose. It got fixed though, right?"

Tony nodded. "Course it did. The four of us has it done and dusted in a few hours. I think the boys enjoyed helping."

They settled in onto the sofa, just as the rest of the team began trailing into the media room. It was movie night, and that in and of itself was a marvel to Tony.

His life was so different these days, what with Steve, the team, the kids…

He tugged the maroon blanket closer over him and snuggled even deeper into Steve's side with a happy sigh. He wouldn't change anything for the world now.

Not even one legged, attention seeking villains with an axe to grind against mainstream sports.

Written for:

Disney - D3. "I've never felt so alive!" / "Good, because I'm gonna kill ya!"

Angel - 23. "The only culture he has is in his tennis shoe. Heh, tennis shoe. Heh, heh, I crack myself up."

Scamander's Case - 7. Proud

Film - 19. Frying Pan

Basement - 6. "Isn't it nice we hate the same things?"

Marvel - 11. "On your left."

Wandmaker - 3. Apple (Lively) / 16. Basilisk Horn (Devilish)

Game Night - Truth - Maroon

365. Grease

1000. 350. Listening to music.