A/N: I didn't quite get as much reviews as I would have liked for the previous chapter but well, I love writing and as long I know there's a lot of people reading then I'm happy with that. But thank you though to the three who reviewed up until I posted this chapter (roguelane, InTheLight1396, wonderwomanbatmanfan). Enjoy the chapter. It's written in Tony's POV this time.

There's something he loves and treasures about standing in the supermarket beside his son picking out ice cream for the night. It's something that touched his soul. Something that dwelled further than the meaning of life or the reasoning's of the universe. It wasn't like the laws of physics or the gravitational calculation of flight. It wasn't like numbers or blue prints or Ironman.

It was something that went further than that, something that went forever. It was something like what he felt when he kissed her or when he told her how much he loved her. It was when he woke up beside her for the first time and when he knelt down on his knee and asked her to marry him. It was something like the way she watched him and the way she kissed him before he went off to a mission. It was something that could last forever, that could be a forever and that was a forever.

He glanced briefly down the aisle and noticed the familiar driver, guard and trusted friend standing in his perfectly pressed suit. The burly sized man was one of three others who stood there. He felt mildly ridiculed at the thought of having to tag them along to his trip to the supermarket with his son. But the idea of being harassed by the paparazzi while trying to spend some quality time with his son was really not a enticing thought.

He had to admit the peace and serenity in simply choosing a ice cream flavour at his own pace was comforting. Then again he thought quite blandly, he hadn't exactly ever been to a supermarket to do this sort of thing before in the past. He was never one for acts of domesticity before. He shuddered at the thought that once upon a time he had her running all these sorts of errands for him.

"Daddy, do you think mummy will like the caramel one?"

His thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind as he glanced down at his son. He smiled briefly before he nodded. "I'm sure she'll like that."

"I don't know," Jared sighed as he leaned very heavily against him.

If he wasn't so sure of himself he was sure Jared was using him more as a leaning post than anything else for that matter. But he had to admit he found it very amusing to watch his son struggle with the basic choices of ice cream. There were many things he knew, many things he was aware of and knowledge he had the opportunity to gain. But having children and accepting their innocence and their very comical view of the world of blue skies and daisies was something entirely different.

It was a concept so new to him, so strange yet entertaining and very candid at the same time. It reminded him of when he was a child. It reminded him when once upon a time ice cream and lollies were the best food ever and late nights and movies were the next. Those were the days where things didn't matter, where life was this strange pathway that led to a place of rainbows and dreams and hopes for all kinds of future.

"I like that chocolate swirl with caramel. Do you think mummy will like that?" Jared suggested excitedly beside him.

"Mummy said to surprise her," he replied softly.

"Well we can't get that strawberry one, mummy gets sick if she has strawberries," Jared mumbled as he thoughtfully glanced toward the chocolate selection of ice creams.

He remembered the day he found out she was allergic to strawberries. He had felt so guilty for never having known that she was allergic to them. It was almost the equivalent of having a rocket blown into his head or betraying her in so many different and unthinkable ways. It was something that really hurt him inside and made him realize how much he had taken her for granted. But he had vowed to her, promised to her the day he stood with her on that podium. The day he promised her forever when he said, 'I do'.

There were many things he promised to people in the many years before he had become Ironman. The things he said he would do but never did. But then becoming Ironman changed something in him. It made him realize all the wrong things he had ever done. He realized how much he had put her through and how much of it she didn't deserve to be a part of. The drinking was one of the many on the list, but the women and the excessive requests for dry cleaning of their clothes was something that would forever taint his soul with deep remorseful guilt.

But he loved her now and loving her carried him home. Because loving her made his heart soar and it made his mind free. It made him feel like he was on the highest mountain. That no matter what he would be in his best form because he had her and he had their love and that was all he needed. But it was really in her trust in him. It was the way she had somehow in her heart seen the real him and the man he was becoming. He had never told her before about what he truly promised her when he sealed their love forever. But he was sure she knew now that many years ago before Jared was born, when he promised her his love he promised her his heart forever.

"Daddy?"

"I'm sorry," he murmured as he blinked a few times, slowly letting the thoughts vanish as he focused on his son. "I was just thinking."

"Oh...I think mummy will like this one," Jared said as he pointed to a particularly brown coloured box on the highest shelf of the freezer.

"Chocolate ice cream with vanilla swirls and chocolate fudge sauce?" he asked as he raised a brow.

Jared was never too keen on chocolate chip before. He always said the chocolate fudge sauce ruined the whole idea of the chocolate ice cream. But frankly to him ice cream was ice cream. He had his favourite flavours here and there but he hadn't really given ice cream all that much thought before. He remembered vividly several months ago when Jared and him had been in the exact same situation and how Jared had eagerly spent a good solid 5 minutes explaining to him why chocolate ice cream should be kept plain without any added ingredients. It still amused him to this very day.

"I think mummy will like the chocolate fudge sauce," Jared commented briefly, his eyes sparkling with delight.

"Why would she like that?" he asked, curious as to what made his son think she would like chocolate fudge sauce.

"Because last time I came to the supermarket with mummy she bought some," he answered innocently. "Then the next day after that I wanted to try it but when I looked for it in the cupboard, it was gone. I found it in the bin and I was pretty sure she ate it all because I've never seen you eat chocolate fudge sauce before."

He blinked. He remembered that night very well alright. She had decided to try something different. She wanted to change things a bit and he was only too eager to comply to exploring her body with nothing but his tongue and chocolate fudge sauce. He made a mental note to tell her that buying items for use in the bedroom when Jared was in company was really not a good idea. Jared's intelligence was clearly not to be questioned seeing as he was his son. The thought alone was enough to render Jared's ability to acquire knowledge at a more complex rate than normal average children his age. He was after all instantly good with numbers and logical theory, he was bound to pick up minuscule details that normally surpassed him or her.

"Oh..." he murmured. "What about just the chocolate and vanilla twirl?"

"No chocolate fudge sauce?" Jared asked.

He nodded and smiled warmly, "You know how your mother is always complaining about things being too sweet."

"Oh...I didn't think about that."

He opened the door of the freezer and securely got hold of the box of chocolate and vanilla twirl ice cream before he shut the door again.

"This one then?" he asked patiently.

Jared nodded. "Yup."

"Alright, we better get going before your mother scolds me," he said dryly, slightly feeling a little bit guilty for having to rush them off so soon.

"I think she already knows," Jared said softly as they made their way toward Happy and the other guards.

"Oh?"

"Mummy always knows when we do something wrong," Jared explained softly.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because she told me she knows," Jared said and looked at him sincerely believing that his mother could see every wrong thing he ever did.

He chortled slightly, briefly resting the Ironman's gauntlet at his son's lower back. The innocence of Jared's understanding of the world really opened his eyes to a whole new world he had never seen before. But the idea of it captured him and he loved that he had been given the opportunity to explore it with their son.

But as much as he wished he could revel in that thought in that moment, he winced at the scolding he would surely get later. It was one thing to spend some time with his son but something entirely different when he was in his Ironman suit and choosing ice cream for the evening with their son at the local supermarket. But being part of the Avengers and trying to make the time to do minuscule things with their son had certain pitfalls. Although he didn't think it mattered too much anyway, after all Jared didn't seem to care much and it was safer for both of them this way. At least he knew that Jared was less likely to be bothered by the paparazzi with his towering Ironman father beside him leading him to the car.

So either way his points of reason were valid but somehow he highly doubted she would understand. But it was okay, he thought, he loved listening to her anyway. There was something about her voice, about the way she looked at him that made his heart soar. Even if it meant listening to her scold him again.