"You shouldn't be in here." Loki said as he watched Tony step inside and quickly shut the door behind him. Tony shrugged.
"Why not live a little?" Tony said, and Loki smirked. "So Rudolph-"
"Rudolph?" Tony rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, Rudolph. I figured if I was calling you Reindeer Games, Rudolph is a reindeer. Plus Rudolph is easier to say." Tony told him matter-of-factly.
"You have too much spare time." Loki concluded, and Tony shrugged.
"Or maybe I'm just waiting for the world to catch up with me. Anyhow..." He trailed off as he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket and chucked it across the table at Loki, who caught it. He raised an eyebrow at Tony who nodded, and began to unravel it.
It was a card. A blue one. On it was a crude drawing done in crayon. It was a picture he recognised. Above the drawing were bright, bold, dark blue letters that read:
Happy Fathers Day!
"It isn't Father's Day." Loki said, tossing the card back to Tony.
"Whatever. Do you realise how long it took me to make that? I had to find the napkin, scan it into the computer, then I had the laborious task of finding the right coloured card!" Tony said exasperatedly.
"Why did you make this?" Loki asked, becoming serious all of a sudden.
"Cool your tits. It's mainly to piss of Steve, it's not for you." Tony said, folding up the card again and putting it back in his pocket.
"And how is your new Dad doing?" Loki asked, and Tony snorted.
"He's being a moody little bitch to be honest. But what can you do? I think it's his time of month personally." Tony grinned. Silence fell over the pair as they sat.
"So what? No demanding answers.. Nothing?" Loki queried, and Tony shrugged again.
"Nope." He said plainly. "I figured that no one was hurt, so that's good. We're all okay and not mentally scarred, and that's also good. Even more than that it really annoyed Steve and I'm always for that so.. No." Tony explained his logic as Loki grinned. "Thanks by the way. For turning me into a kid. That was great fun. Apart from when you told me my Dad was dead. That wasn't nice. You really need to work on your little people skills." Tony added, and Loki nodded.
"If I ever plan on attacking Midgard with a drone army of toddlers I'll let you babysit. Alright?" Loki joked, and Tony beamed.
"Square deal. Now, I'm not technically suppose to be here... So I better shoot off before Fury kills me."
"That might be a good idea." Loki agreed as Tony smirked again and left the room.
Later that day found Pepper, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Thor, and Tony all sitting in the main lounge of Stark Tower. They had left the Helicarrier to enjoy some chilling time without being bored out of their brains. Any second however, they were expecting a formidable looking Fury to burst through the door telling them all to get back on the Helicarrier.
Tony and Clint had decided to go down the road to the shops to pick up some beer, when they stumbled across a TV series called Mrs Browns Boys. So now they were back at the tower, they were drinking their beer happily while watching the hilarious show.
They had a quiet evening, ordering take-away and munching on it while watching 2012. However, they turned it off when Thor kept interrupting asking whether this did actually happen.
"Has anyone seen Steve?" Natasha asked suddenly, and everyone shook their heads.
"I think he's still on the Helicarrier." Bruce suggested, but Tony stood up.
"I'm gonna go look for him."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow, and Tony nodded firmly.
A few moments later found Tony striding around Stark Tower, calling Steve's name as though he were a lost puppy. He knew where he was, but it'd been ages since he'd played hide and seek, and he intended to make the most of it. He'd asked Jarvis where Steve was, so it wasn't like he was in the dark. As he drew closer to the library he paused. Pushing the door open, he saw Steve, slouched over a beanie-bag and engrossed in a book.
"Watcha reading there Barbie?" Tony asked, sitting down and crossing his legs. Steve held up the cover. "Right. I made you a present." Tony said as he pulled out another piece of paper not dissimilar to the one he's given Loki. Steve took it, shutting his book and unfolding the letter.
"Happy Father's Day?" He read allowed questioningly. "It's not Father's Day and I'm not your father." Steve passed him back the card and Tony took it.
"Like it or not you are. We're connected. You better get used to it." Tony told him, and Steve frowned. "Why are you being such a moody Mary?"
"I'm not."
"Yeah you are."
"Tony, just drop it."
"I'm not carrying anything..."
"You're hopeless." Steve sighed and he stood up, still clutching the book.
"Do you have a library card?" Tony asked, not turning around.
"No." Steve shrugged, and Tony ran up to him and grabbed the book out of his hands.
"Then you can't have the book! See you around Father Face!" Tony joked before sprinting off. Steve yelled after him.
"I'm not playing tag with you!" His shout was met by a cackle coming from where Tony had run off to. "Tony!"
"Urgh! You're no fun." Steve watched as the book slid back towards him along the floor, and Tony stalked off. Steve distinctly heard Tony sigh: "You're the crappiest Dad in the world."
That night, Steve was walking to bed. He was tired. Tony was pissing him off, and Clint wasn't helping either. Tony had thrown the towel in a few minutes earlier and decided to go to bed, so Steve decided he'd seize the opportunity too. That's until he drew level with Tony and Pepper's door.
"Steve! Steve!" He could hear Tony yelling from inside. Steve didn't want to know what was going on, but he couldn't help but be worried by Tony's distressed tone. "Steeeeve!".
Sighing, Steve entered the room and saw Tony sitting on the bed, with a children's book clasped in his hand.
"Read me a story."
"No."
"Read me a story."
"No."
"But Steeve..."
"No, Tony."
"Urrrgggggggh." Tony flopped back on to the bed and Steve walked from the room, shutting the door sharply behind him. He was greeted by Natasha, who had her arms folded.
"He's not going to give up."
"He better." Steve growled and Natasha laughed.
"You know, he doesn't actually care that you're sort of his Dad." Natasha told him, and Steve raised an eyebrow.
"Why's he doing this then?" Steve asked. Natasha leant forward and put her hand on his shoulder.
"He likes to piss you off." She said, before walking away. Steve was standing there, looking confused. Deciding suddenly, he pushed the door open.
"Ayup Dad face." Tony said, sitting up again and grinning like an idiot.
"Hey, son." Steve said, and Tony's jaw dropped as Steve said 'son'. "You still want that story?" Tony nodded eagerly, pretending to be a six year old.
"Yeah!"
"Right." Steve sat down on the foot of the bed as Tony thrust the book towards him, Steve accepted it and chucked it on the floor.
"That was rude." Tony said, but Steve interrupted him.
"Once upon a time there was an annoying person named Tony. Tony was very, very annoying one day, more so than usual. So Steve decided he'd had enough. Battling it out together, Steve won the fight with his almighty Captain America glory. From then on Tony wasn't as annoying. The end."
"Like hell you'd beat me in a fight." Tony slouched.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I preferred you better as a piece of my DNA." Steve said, before walking from the room.
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