A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

Bake A Little Love (For Me)

"Well, you-you smell like a turd."

Morgan laughs. "Turd!"

"Bigger turd."

"Enough!" Tony reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long sigh. "Enough. Stop saying 'turd,' Morgan let Peter pick the next movie and both of you, please, for the love of Jarvis, keep the bickering to a minimum."

"Please." Happy says, voice muffled through the fabric above their heads. "I can barely hear myself think above the juvenile arguing."

"You can actually think?"

"Shut up, Rhodes."

Morgan reaches over, tugging on Tony's shirt sleeve and the billionaire smiles down at his daughter. Peter leans against his side, flicking through the tablet sitting in his lap, browsing the saved Christmas movies for something to watch.

"Are the cookies ready yet, Daddy?" The 6-year-old asks, Peter's gaze lifting in interest.

Tony snorts. "Didn't we just have dinner?"

"Yeah, but cookies." Peter chimes in, the teenager wiggling his fingers in emphasis, brown eyes clouded in mirth.

Tony opens his mouth to respond, something along the lines of 'yeah but patience' when Pepper's voice filters from the kitchen and all three brunettes perk up at the sound.

"Anyone who wants chocolate chip cookies, come get 'em while they're hot."

There was a slight pause, Peter and Morgan eyeing each other, before Morgan shoots up, nearly knocking Tony onto his back. Her excited squeals and yells of "cookies!" fade to the background as she scoots into the kitchen, Pepper chiding her to slow down.

Peter and Tony start moving after a second, dismantling the blanket fort for the rest of the movie night.

"Morgana's a wild one, Pete." Tony sighs as he sits back up, allowing his son to reach around him toward the edge of the nearest sheet. "I'm sorry if she's been causing you trouble, buddy."

Peter shrugs, standing up once he has the roof taken down. He stretches, reaching down to help Tony to his feet. Once Tony's standing, he hands the other end of the sheet to his Dad, both of them starting to fold it into neat squares.

"Nope, she's been pretty good actually. Watching Elf five times in a row wasn't that great, but at least it's better than her screaming if I said no."