Blessing with a curse by Miss May I
"What if I'm a shitty dad?"
"You won't be, honey," Steve assured as they waited patiently at the stoplight.
Tony loved the mystery of life, he was a glutton for the sheer uncertainty of it and he considered it a blessing. He was thoroughly terrified of this new idea. The idea of becoming a father. He was scared of this three year old he and his husband were on the way to pick up.
Hell, he fought the God of Mischief, faced Obidiah Stane and was constantly on a circuit of danger. He was Iron Man, for Christ's sake! Not to mention, he was indeed a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist married to the first Avenger, to the Adonis of the forties; Captain Steve Rogers-Stark. AKA, Captain America.
Why on earth was he so scared of a toddler?
A/N: Again, very short. Deal with it, I'll put more angst up later on. I'm goin' campin' with mah woman.