Chapter 26-Shoping ll
By: MysticFantasy
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"My turn to see what all of the fuss is about." Tony said as he placed James in the seat of the shopping cart. "I think Feathers just flew too high and the lack of air made him loopy."
James lightly giggled as he swung his little legs back and forth.
Tony smiled at the toddler and looked at the list Pepper had given him.
The famous soldier and spy had been called away on an emergency mission and Pepper had been more than a little obvious that she wanted to watch James while they were away.
Truthfully, Tony wasn't surprised that the two super soldiers were comfortable leaving their only son with Pepper.
The soldier and spy would be gone for two weeks and out of nowhere Pepper decided that she would go shopping for James the next day. That was today and Pepper had come down with a cold.
Tony had taken it upon himself to take the list and the child. Pepper had been a little unsure about letting Tony head into the city with James but she didn't have the strength to try to stop him.
So now the rich inventor was walking through the store with James looking at everything around him.
"Let's see. New shirts? Shirts, shirts...Here we go." Tony stopped the cart and looked at a rack of shirts that would fit James. It was easy to tell that James was going to be thin when he grew. At least until puberty hit and he would probably bulk up like his father.
Tony looked at the shirts with a slightly displeased look.
"Your parent's make you wear this?" he asked James as if he would get an answer. "These clothes will fall apart after a few weeks and they're not very stylish. I think it's time to take you to one of my favorite clothes stores."
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"This is more like it." Tony mused as he stepped onto the escalator to head up to the second floor. "This, James, is a place that I am going to make sure you get to know very well when you're older."
The toddler merely looked around at all of the bright displays and people walking by.
Tony carefully stepped off the moving stairs and walked into a baby store.
"Hello Mr. Stark. Glad to see you." the sale associate greeted cheerfully then noticed the child. "Well, hello there little fella. Mr. Stark, I had no idea you had a child."
"He's not mine Terrance." Tony stated. "He's he son of the Star Spangled Man with a Plan."
"This is little James?" the man exclaimed. "My goodness, he's grown. Or maybe the tv camera's made him look smaller. Anyway, how can I help the two of you?"
"I am glad you asked." Tony said as he began to look over the large selection of baby clothes.
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"Look at you." Tony mused to the toddler he held on his lap.
The young boy gurggled happily as he wore his new expensive clothes that had been personally picked by Tony.
"When you're older, we're going to get you a new wardrobe every six months. I'll take you to all the best places and let you look real sharp. I refuse to let you dress like your father. The old man has no taste in clothes."
"I don't, huh?"
Tony froze and peeked over James' head to see the famous blond super soldier standing in the middle of the doorway wearing a black SHIELD jacket and looking utterly exhausted.
"You're back early." Tony said timidly.
"What is he wearing?" Natasha asked as she popped out of nowhere and picked up her son. She looked at the designer clothes that her son wore.
"I took him shopping." Tony answered slowly. "I just...wanted him to look real handsome."
"Is this all you did?" Natasha asked as Steve took James and looked him over.
"Natasha, I hate to admit it but Tony did a good job picking out this little suit for him." Steve said as he looked at the little one-piece pilot outfit James wore along with an attachment hoodie that had little goggles stitched on it.
"Of course I did." Tony declared as he stood. "I know style and that's something I want for James."
"As long as he doesn't inherit your expensive taste." Natasha said taking her son back and heading down to the nursery.
"Are you sure that one outfit is all that you got him?" Steve asked.
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"STARK!"
Steve snapped his head in the direction of the nursery when he heard his wife's angered voice.