'Sir, Ms Potts has arrived at the tower,' Jarvis pulls Tony out of his work. 'It is also now half an hour before the time you scheduled for dinner.'
'She's going to yell at me, isn't she?' Tony sighs and saves his work.
He turns to find his son and his two bots playing with some paper and pencils.
'I suspected Captain Rogers would not mind if Peter used some of his paper,' Jarvis says by way of explanation.
Tony just nods,
'You need a drink or anything, kiddo?'
Pete looks up and beams at him. He runs over clutching the paper and thrusts it at his father.
'What's this?' Tony smoothes it out.
'Dada,' Pete keeps smiling at him, 'an' me an' Dummy an' You an' Jarvus.'
'And Jarvis,' Tony corrects even as he grins.
Sure enough there's a figure with a blue chest, a smaller figure, two deformed sticks in different colours and a squiggle that runs above their heads.
'We'll stick it up somewhere,' Tony tells him. 'Somewhere it won't accidentally catch fire.'
'I suggest the penthouse, sir. I shall take a scan and we can keep a digital copy down here,' there's a flicker in the corner and then a hologram of the picture activates.
'Great,' Tony agrees. 'Ok, bud, we need to get back upstairs so we can have dinner.'
'Ok,' Pete holds up his arms expectantly and isn't disappointed. The plastic zoo animals have all miraculously ended up back in their box so Tony picks that up too as they leave.
'Be good,' he calls out as the doors to the lift close.
'Now you get to meet all of Dada's team mates,' Tony tells him as they ride up. 'We'll put these back in the penthouse and then we'll go down to the communal floor for food.'
The communal floor is abuzz with suppressed curiosity when they arrive. Pete curls close against Tony's chest as the other Avengers all turn to gaze at them.
'Pete,' Tony starts gesturing to his team mates, 'you remember Bruce? And that's Clint and Natasha. Where's Cap?'
'Laying the table,' Natasha tells him as she walks closer. 'Hello, little one.'
'Hello,' Pete gazes at her.
She smiles. Tony debates complaining that she wasn't this nice when she met him.
'Hey kid,' Clint comes to stand beside Natasha. 'How's being the first born son of an over generous billionaire treating you?'
Pete just stares at him.
'Clint is an idiot,' Tony tells him.
'Rude,' Clint pouts.
'I want to stay with you,' Pete tucks himself closer to Tony.
'You are staying with me,' Tony reassures him. 'They're just going to be here too.'
'I got you a present,' Clint declares.
'Oh?' Tony lets Clint tug him towards the sitting area.
'He'll like building shit, right?' Clint grins.
'Language,' Steve appears from the dining area and sounds like he may have said that word quite a few times today.
'Cap,' Pete offers up his first beaming smile that isn't aimed at Tony.
Tony watches Steve melt into a puddle of patriotic goo.
'Oh, I see how it is,' Clint just grins. 'There's competition to be the favourite uncle!' He wields a large, badly wrapped, box in Tony's direction, 'for you, Pete!'
'Thank you, Clint,' Steve says, for Pete, as he comes and sits beside Tony to help Pete rip off the paper.
It's a massive box of Duplo.
'Why didn't I think of building blocks?' Tony asks as Pete examines his new toy with all the seriousness a three and a half year old can muster.
Clint sits himself on the floor and promptly builds a tower.
'I'm so impressed by you right now,' Natasha deadpans.
Clint just grins up at her and then stares as Pete slips down onto the floor and builds himself a small car.
'Oookaaay...' Clint glances back at his pitiful tower.
Tony grins,
'Genius, remember?'
'That's impressive,' Bruce sits beside Natasha.
Clint huffs and starts building something that looks like it's probably a plane. This offering does at least entertain Pete when Clint starts waving it around and making engine noises.
'Planes go in hangers,' Pete tells the archer with a quick glance at Tony.
'Let's build it one,' Clint agrees and they set to work.
Tony relaxes back against the sofa and watches as Steve takes a photo with his phone.
'Productive afternoon?' he asks as his other team mates become more involved with the building project.
'Jarvis taught me to take photos and videos,' Steve blushes as he gestures with his phone. 'And showed me how to save them to the server.'
'You know Jarvis monitors everything, right?' Tony looks at him in amusement. 'And I perfected my coloured 3D holograms?'
'That's awesome and horrifyingly creepy,' Clint adds from the floor.
'You can't put a 3D hologram on the wall,' Steve tells him stubbornly.
'Jarvis can form a 2D image from them,' Tony grins.
'Stop teasing him, Tony,' Bruce just smiles. 'Jarvis can't get a 3D image from anywhere at anytime.'
'No,' Tony agrees and then leans against Steve so he can see his phone, 'let's see then?'
God super soldiers run warm!
Tony presses himself against Steve's side as the blonde seems to freeze,
'Come on,' Tony gestures to where Steve's loosely holding his phone.
'Right,' Steve holds where they can both see and awkwardly operates it with one hand.
'Do you want me to move?' Tony looks at him closely.
'It's fine,' Steve gives him a tight smile and shifts the arm Tony had been leaning on to the top of the sofa. He then blushes as Tony just tucks himself under his arm.
'Alright then,' Tony opts to ignore him and just steal his phone. 'They're good,' he approves as he flicks through the couple of shots Steve has taken before handing the phone back.
'Thanks,' Steve fidgets.
'Sir, your food has arrived and is approaching on the lift,' Jarvis informs him.
'Right, thanks Jay,' Tony gets up. 'Come on, kiddo, to the table.'
'I'll get it,' Steve heads to the lift, followed by Bruce.
'Is Pepper joining us?' Natasha asks as Tony puts Pete onto the chair that someone, probably Steve, has put a booster seat on.
'Doubt it,' Tony sits down and pours himself a glass of wine. 'She's only just got here and she always has things to do when she arrives. I'll see her later.'
Also he and Pepper both know that they're going to have an argument and they prefer to do that in private.
'I love it when it's your turn to cook,' Clint grins as Steve and Bruce carry in covered serving plates on trays.
'Indian?' Natasha sniffs.
'Yeah,' Tony confirms, 'with enough rice and naan to keep even Cap happy.'
'I love Indian,' Clint declares and homes in on the hottest of the available dishes.
'Pass the Korma,' Tony beckons and serves his son once Bruce has put the dish in front of him.
'I still think it's cheating,' Steve smiles.
'Starks don't cheat,' Pete informs him gravely.
Tony grins widely as Clint chokes on his mouthful,
'That's right, this isn't cheating. It's actually a public service. Philanthropist, remember?'
Steve just laughs.
