This story somewhat follows the premise of my Doctor Strange story "Stretching the Moment" and that's where the internal politics of the Sorcerers come from. You do not have to read it to follow this one.
People are still talking stuff over like grownups. Plus there's fluff. Lots of the stuff.
Still don't own Marvel.
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"What?!" Tony knew he sounded irrate enough to be scolded by his better half for impoliteness, but he had the first ever pictures of his and Pepper's baby girl spread out before him on the workbench in the workshop and it was just criminal to disturb him now.
"Wow. No need to bite my head of, genius!" The prince of Wakanda, Tchalla, laughed at the other end. "What's gotten your iron-pants in a twist? Pepper finally decide you're more trouble than you were worth?" The words were playful at first glance, but there was a bit of general concern hinting through.
Tony guessed this behaviour was perhaps a little out of character for him in this day and age. He had become less of a little shit under Peppers influence, just a little, and Tchalla had known nothing else. He hadn't known him back then, and they'd talked a lot in the past year since that historic Wakanda meeting.
"I'm great," he sighed. "Actually no - she decided to get a baby with me, actually. Shocking, I know."
"I know, she told my sister." Tchalla's voice was warm. "Congratulations. Is it a bad time?"
Tony sighed, and decided to be an adult. "Not really, I was just... reminiscing. About the future. Yeah yeah," he muttered at the predictable laughter. "What can I do you for?"
"I know you're a genius, but that's more something I'd expect to hear from Thor's Trixter brother," Tchalla's smirk could be heard. "I won't take up too much of your time," his voice grew serious, buisnesslike, in a heartbeat. "I was merely letting you know that Bucky Barnes is ready to return to civilisation. He and Rogers wanted to know if they're welcome to stay with you in your Tower before they find a place in Brooklyn."
"I still have the Black Widow here," Tony waved a hand dismissively though the prince couldn't see him, them not having opted for one of their high-tech video call this time. "And Bridbrain, whenever he isn't off playing farmer and happy family..." that was an open secret these days, at least in this circle, "they can grab a guest-room for a bit. Or two."
"Yes, who knows," Tchalla agreed, sounding particularly unbothered. No one was quite sure what the relationship of the Brooklyn duo had been or was, and Tony occasionally got marginally frustrated about just how disintered the Wakanda lot seemed to be in the topic.
Genuine no shits given, right there. And while he didn't mind either way, he was just a naturally curious soul.
"Perfect. Enjoy your future recollections. I shall speak to you shortly about the blue-tech designs. There's no need for you to make another trip until they're done - my father and the Ancient One was able to confirm last week that the Accords have been well and truly ditched, thank whatever god happens to hang around," the last few words were amused, and Tony rolled his eyes.
"Great. Now get lost," but the words had absolutely no edge to them and Tchalla rang off laughing, finally leaving Tony to go back to admiring his favourite girl - even though it was a tie with Pepper.
He couldn't wait to have them both with him. His family.