Tony held (Name) in his arms and quirked his eyebrows at his tablet. "Friday, remind me to make you a body," he muttered, "I might need to get (Name) a nanny. But I don't trust anyone with (Name)." After a moment Friday's cool disembodied voice replied, "What are you struggling with this time Master Stark?" Tony rolled his eyes for a moment, "I can't figure out how to swaddle (Name)." If Friday could, she would've smirked at him before saying, "Not even I am sure how to help sir."
Tony jolted awake at the sound of (Name) screaming. He sprinted to her crib. (Name) cried and wailed. He scooped her up in his arms and held her to him. "It's okay (Name)," he whispered to her, "It was only a nightmare."
Tony carried him to his bed. "You're going to be sleeping with me for the rest of the night," he told her, "I
Steve and Thor were the only ones to acknowledge him, the others being too busy to put up with Tony’s antics.
For example: Natasha had disassembled her gun and was in the middle of cleaning it, Bruce was reading the newspaper, Clint was flipping through the channels on the T.V., and, last but not least, (y/n) was sitting on the couch engulfed in a book.
Okay maybe they weren’t that busy, but they still didn’t want to put up with Tony. They hoped not acknowledging him would deter him from bothering them.
He sat a bag down in front of (y/n), startling her from her trance.
Well that didn’t work.
She looked curiously from the bag to the triumphant billionaire standing over her. At this point in time, the other Avengers took mild, emphasis on mild, interest in the bag.
“What kind of pet is it?” Steve asked curiously eyeing the container.
It had all started when a suited man with a soft smile had shown up unannounced… in your living room. After he practically gave you a heart attack and you had thrown the nearest thing at him, a heavy glass dish you kept by the door for keys and such, which he dodged, he’d introduced himself as Agent Coulson.
You knew exactly why he was here, beginning to plead that you hadn’t done anything wrong and to just leave you be. You had been in New York for three years, happily running your little bakery without incident, managing to keep your ability to manipulate the mass of pretty much anything under wraps.
He had just smiled a secretive smile and said, “We know Miss (L/n). We’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while now. I’m here because the planet needs your help.”
You were sprawled out on the couch of your tiny apartment feeling like you were going to die of heat. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move and call someone to see if you could crash at their place until your air conditioner was fixed. You internally cursed New York for its heat. And then Shield for stationing you here to play baby sitter to the Avengers. And yourself for declining when Tony offered to put you up in Stark Tower.
What you wouldn’t give to be there now, in its air-conditioned embrace, able to move about freely.
You were supposed to be there now. For work. You lolled your head to the side to find the time on the clock across the room, it told you that you were officially two hours late for your job. Fury was going to kill you. You reached out an arm lazily to grab your cell phone and call in sick, finding that it was deader than a doornail before rolling off the couch and on to the floor.
Tony grumbled and reached for his phone with that stupid ring-tone. He was grumpy, mainly because he and Pepper had gotten into another fight...For the sixth time this week. The sleeping arrangements were mixed up tonight. Tony in the master bedroom and Pepper downstairs.
The rest of his grumpiness came from looking at the time. Who the hell calls at 4 AM? Wiping tiredly at his eyes, he pressed the green phone icon on his screen, not bothering the look at the caller ID.
“Hello?” He groaned.
*Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud*
“Tony...” The weak and fragile voice answered him.
He sat up in bed, automatically awake. He glanced over to make sure the door was closed. Even if Pep was downstairs, he still used a hushed tone.
“(Name), what's wrong?” He asked worried.
You sobbed lightly over the phone. “I'm sorry Tony...I just,
You had a date with one of yours and Tony's friends from 1st grade. You remembered how Tony and you were joined at the hip, from kindergarten to now. He would take you over to the sandbox and would make amazing sandcastles.
A boy by the name of Tyler Corbett would always find some way to join you. He gave you the biggest card on Valentines day, not even as close to how awesome Tony's robotic heart strobe light one was. He always would run up to you if he saw you on the school grounds. Tony didn't seem to like it, but then again, Tony didn't seem to like anything at that age.
It became somewhat creepy during 4th grade. You actually started to notice the sly looks he have you and how he stared at the back of your head in class. After high school, Tyler went his separate ways but you and Tony stuck together. You ended up moving into the tower with him after college, and stayed ever since.
You were the
You attacked the punching bag angrily and without proper form, ignoring the pain it caused your unwrapped wrists and fingers. There was only one person who could get through to you when you were like this and it just happened to be the very man you were grieving. Coulson had been the family you had never had, the friend you always wanted, and the mentor that you desperately needed.
The chains holding the bag up groaned as you landed a particularly forceful punch. You hated Fury for using his death as fuel for the fight. You hated Steve for not signing his trading cards before he died. You hated Lo