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Tony Stark added the finishing touches to his new arm in record time. Losing his arm had been a small price to pay in defeating Thanos, and his army.
But Tony realized that his life was way too hectic, being Iron Man and all. So of course, he stepped down. Retired. Was done with the whole thing.
Life as a father was rather eventful for him. Morgan was an adorable little thing, with a rather extended vocabulary. She was smart, sassy, and he loved her to pieces.
It helped that she had two big brothers to watch over her as well. Harley Keener, nineteen, and currently finishing up his last year of college at MIT in engineering. He stayed in one of the many rooms at Tony's penthouse, but with the class schedule being crazy, Harley was rarely at home.
And who could forget Peter Parker, aka Spiderman? The bouncing teen was a junior in Midtown High, and he was always full of energy, and up for anything with Morgan.
Tony couldn't count the number of times that he walked in on Morgan having a tea party in her room, and Peter wearing a tiara, blush, and lipstick, with a flimsy boa feather scarf around his neck.
Tony may or may not have taken pictures and sent them to Pepper, and May.
Then school began strenuous for both Harley, and Peter. Their studies increased, and besides patrolling, Peter had almost no free time to visit Tony.
It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that Tony was actually washing the dishes by hand. Just something to do. He had finished his projects, played with Morgan until she finally crashed, and picked up around the house. And it wasn't even five in the afternoon yet.
Bored, Tony washed the small pile of dishes, and hummed to himself. In truth, Tony just wanted to see how water proof his robot arm was.
After he was done, he dared a glance at the clock. 5:37.
You got to be shitting me.
"Language, Mr. Stark." Peter replied, from the spot on the couch.
Tony jumped, then gripped his chest where his heart sped up a bit.
"Peter, I thought we talked about this sneaking up thing. Your gonna give me a heart attack, and Harley, Morgan, and especially Nebula are going to kill you." Tony said, as he walked in the living room.
"Sorry, Tony. It's just, I miss hanging out with you. School is always in the way, and I can only do patrols in my free time. They give us so much homework." Peter complained, flopping back on the couch.
Tony sighed, and sat across from the teen.
"Well, at least your trying your best, right?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, but I never get to see you, or Morgan, or Harley as much."
"Well, we're always here, Pete. Except Morgan is napping, so I'm gonna need you to keep your voice down, because a cranky Morgan, is a scary Morgan." Tony said.
Peter laughed, as his phone chirped. Fishing it pit, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Mr. Stark, my favorite science teacher Mrs. Elody is moving." Peter said, dismayed.
"I'm...sorry for your loss?"
"This isn't a joking matter, Mr. Stark! Mrs. Elody made scienceinteresting, and we were about to dissect sharks, squids, and pigs." Peter said, his bottom lip jutting out.
"Too bad I'm not your teacher. We could've done something way cooler." Tony joked.
It was the wrong thing to say.
Using his quick reflexes, Peter was on his knees, hands clutched together in a begging pose. Surprised, Tony jerked back into the sofa.
"Will you take over Mr. Stark? Please, at least until they can find a permanent replacement?" Peter begged, moving with each word.
"Kid, no. I barely tolerate teenagers, let alone a room full. And who's gonna watch Morgan? Happy's dating your Aunt, Pepper's running a company-"
"Just bring her with you." Peter suggested as he stood up.
"Morgan hates waking up early, Pete. She will kill you for this."
"Oh, come on, Mr. Stark. I'll talk to her, okay? Please?" Taking a deep breath, Peter closed his eyes, and then- "PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseMr.StarkyouaresosmartjustpleasepleasebetheteacherIknowtheydon'tpaymuchbutyou'dbethemost-"
"Alright, alright Pete! Jesus. Let me talk it over with Pepper, and I'll let you know."
As Peter's phone dinged, he ducked his head guilty-like.
"I kinda already asked her."
"....when did you?"