Stark's A What Now?

Tony Stark was annoyed. Steve had called a last-minute Avengers meeting which normally wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but Tony was supposed to be somewhere else right now. If it had been a business meeting with Stark Industries, Tony would have happily gone to the Avengers' meeting. But no, he was supposed to be with his son Peter for his 7th birthday party. They were going to Disneyworld and right now they were late for their plane.


As Tony checked his watch for the fourth time in the last five minutes, Natasha was the one who finally brought the team's attention to it.


"I'm a little late for something right now," Tony told them, leaning back in his chair. "I have a plane due to fly out in negative ten minutes, so if we could finish this, that would be fabulous."


Clint snorted.


"Got a hot date with Pepper?" he asked, smirking. "You're never in a hurry for meetings."


"Pepper is going to have my head, actually, if I'm not there soon," Tony answered.


Clint rolled his eyes and Steve sighed, promising to finish up soon. Unfortunately, Steve's definition of "soon" wasn't soon enough, because he had barely started back on their last subject when the door flew open.


Grinning, Tony watched as Peter darted across the room and dove straight into his lap.


"Come on, Daddy," he said, tugging on Tony's sleeve. "We're late and Mommy's getting mad."


Tony glanced up at Steve who was wide-eyed and open-mouthed alongside the rest of the team. With a smirk, Tony stood up and swung Peter up into his arms.


"That's my cue," Tony announced to the team, holding Peter and kissing his cheek.


Peter giggled and pushed Tony's face away.


"Scratchy," he giggled.


Tony smiled and rubbed his face against Peter's again. He squealed and tried pushing Tony's face away, causing Tony to laugh. When he pulled back and looked down at the team, he was unsurprised to find all but Natasha staring at him with mixed emotions.


"Hey, Peter," Natasha smiled, giving him a small wave.


From Tony's arm, Peter grinned and waved at her.


"Hi, Auntie Tasha!" he said happily.


He squirmed out of Tony's arms and ran around the table to hug her. As soon as he let her go, she picked him up and set him on her lap.


He happily wrapped his arms around her neck tightly then kissed her cheek and exclaimed, "Guess what, Auntie Tasha? We're going to Disneyworld for my birthday!"


"Really? How fun!" Natasha smiled. Peter nodded, seemingly unaware of the others' stares. Natasha, however, was not. "Well, go with your dad. You're gonna be late if you stay much longer."


He jumped off Natasha's lap and raced back over to Tony without further prompting. Waving over his shoulder, Tony grabbed Peter's hand and walked out the door as Peter continued to chatter excitedly.


It took only a few seconds for the team to recover and turn to Natasha.


"What was that?" Bruce asked, looking at Natasha first.


She just smiled, glancing at the closed door that Tony and Peter had just walked out of.


"Tony has a son named Peter," she told them. She pointed to the door and said, "That was him. He's turning seven."


"Tony's a father?" Steve asked.


Natasha nodded and Clint seemed to snap out of his daze.


"Stark's a what now?" he asked, eyes wide as he looked at Natasha for clarification. She just smirked and leaned back in her seat.


"Perhaps you should consider a career change," she teased, glancing over them all. "You're not very good with sudden surprises."

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