A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

Bake A Little Love (For Me)

"Tony!"

Tony himself winces, peeking his head out to plead his innocence to his wife as she passes, decked out in gingerbread themed pajamas.

"Sorry, honey! Peter put me up to it, I swear!"

"Hey!"

Pepper only smacks the back of his head, both hers and May's answering laughs ringing through the room as she gets to the kitchen.

"You'd think he would've learned by now." Happy says as he enters, scooting around Pepper. He takes a seat by Rhodey, his plate of Christmas cookies rattling. "Do you know how many times I've had to fuss at Morgan to stop yelling the F-Word when I pick her up from school?"

Rhodey laughs, taking a sip of his coco. "I can imagine."

Tony grumbles. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Next time I'll put you in charge of clean-up time when her and Peter play with legos. See how kid-friendly your vocab is after you have 3 plastic blocks sticking out of your foot."

Peter snorts this time, shifting under their fort and nearly knocking the roof off. He fixes it with a quick tug, eyes wide. "Don't act like you don't enjoy playing with legos too, Dad."

"Yeah, but having to dig them out of your skin while replacing every cuss word with 'frick' or 'dang' is a feat in itself. I'm surprised I still know how to curse correctly with all those baby shows I'm forced to watch."

"I know, those are honestly the worst." Happy says, rolling his eyes.

Rhodey sets his now empty cup down, smirking. "Says the guy who knows the words to all the Frozen songs."

Happy blanches, nearly choking on his bite of oatmeal raisin cookie. "They're catchy, okay?"

"Whatever you say, man."

"Anyways." Tony says, turning his attention back to his kids. Two pairs of nearly identical brown eyes blink up at him in the muted light and the genius swallows. "What seems to be the problem down here?"

"Peter got mad cause I wanna watch Elf!" Morgan answers, cutting her brother off as the boy huffs. "Well, it's true."

"We've  already watched it three times already, Dad." Peter says, a pout wrinkling his button nose. "It's boring!"

"You're boring!" Morgan shouts.

Peter gasps. "And you're a turd!"

"You look like a turd."