~Iron Family~

Steve's Flowers--10% Off!

'Quick' little note:
I'm actually homeschooled (hehe), so each and every description of school was conjured up by pure imagination or from my years of preschool.

Therefore and henceforth and whatnot, if you note any dramatic errors in my little school located in imagination station, please don't hesitate to point them out to me. Thanks! :)

***

Naturally, Spider-Man shot webs at Tony's head and tried to escape.

He pried them off with a grumble. Probably not the most logical thing to do, considering Iron Man and Captain America were the ones chasing him, but Tony didn't blame the kid. He probably would've done the same thing.

"Get back here, you little squirt!" Tony yelled, firing his thrusters to match Spider-Man's swinging speed. It was surprisingly fast, but uneven. He had to have time to shoot and grab another strand of webs to propel himself forwards, shooting through the air like a red-and-blue bullet.

Tony eventually caught up to him and fired a blast. Not enough to kill, obviously, but enough to get his attention and leave a mark. Spider-Man dodged it instantly without looking, as if he could sense it.

"Hey!" Steve shouted into Tony's earpiece. "Slow down! I can't keep up!"

"Keep up or, uh, get beat up, Rogers."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"I dunno. But it rhymes."

"You're bad at rhyming!"

Tony ignored him and continued to chase after Spider-Man. He repeatedly fired at him but he dodged almost every one. Almost.

One finally made contact with Spider-Man's leg. He dropped from the sky with a yell and tumbled to a roof, landing with a somersault into a clumsy jump upwards. He turned and faced Tony with fists raised, breathing ragged.

"Can you please come with us?" Tony asked, holding his hands out to show he wouldn't hurt him anymore. "Pretty please? I don't want to hurt you."

"Leave me alone!" he shouted.

"Wait up...I'm...coming..." Steve panted into the earpiece. Tony rolled his eyes--he didn't need that old grandpa. He could handle one little kid by himself.

"Listen," Tony started, taking a step forward. "I need you to--"

Whatever happened next, it happened to fast for Tony to follow. Spider-Man must've shot and wrapped webs around his legs and pulled him down over the side of the building, because the next thing he knew Tony was dangling upside down with a nice view of the morning traffic. A strand of webs was stuck on his foot, disappearing over the ridge of the building.

Great.

Ignoring his wounded pride, Tony radioed in.

"Steve, he got away!" he shouted. "I'm--ah--contained right now, but he's on 9th Avenue!"

"Got it!"

Steve forgot to turn off his radio, so there was the annoying sound effects of him panting and grunting as Tony powered his thrusters and flew back to snap the strand of webs. It sure took a whole lot of juice.

This is gross.

He wondered if the stuff came out of Spider-Man. That painted too weird of a picture in his head, so he tried to imagine that he had some sort of device instead.

"Hey!" he heard Steve yell. "Stop in the name of the--"

There was a sickening clang and Steve's comm link went silent.

"This just keeps getting better and better," Tony grumbled as he flew towards Steve's GPS location.

He was lying in the middle of a sidewalk, in a flower cart. There was a little old man waving his arms wildly, yelling about his squished orchids. He turned silent when he saw Tony descending and cowered behind a traffic light pole.

"Steve," Tony called, giving his friend a little shake. Steve's head jerked up and he snorted.

"CHEESE!" he yelled, then noticed Tony. "Oh. Hey, Tony."

"Where'd he go?" Tony demanded. Steve rubbed his head, which had a big ugly goose-egg forming on his forehead.

"He got away."

"What? What're we supposed to tell Fury?"

"He got away."

"Gah!" Tony threw up his arms and waited impatiently as Steve bought all the squished flowers and the cart from the old man, who seemed more than satisfied with Tony's tip included.

They scoured the streets for another hour, but the web-slinger had simply disappeared. He had FRIDAY access security cameras, but the last camera he was seen on missed him as he darted out of the frame and wasn't seen again.

"Can we go back to the tower now? This thing is heavy." Steve whined as he dragged the mint green cart behind him. He'd left a trail of dirt and trampled flowers all over the city where they'd searched.

"Fine. But I'm telling Fury it was you who lost him."

"What? Why? Tony! Wait up! It wasn't me! You can fly, that's not fair! Get back here!"

***

When they got back to the tower, Tony had to resist dropping everything and packing stuff.

Most of the employees had been given the order to clear out their desks and then take the week off, so the hallways were empty aside from the people who had gotten the message late. 

He went in the ground entrance with Steve and helped him get his flower cart through security. It was rather difficult with all the dirt and the fact that one of the wheels had fallen off.

They parked it in Steve's room, where he immediately began cleaning up and arranging the little flowers, setting them up next to his cacti. Tony left his room with a groan. Steve was becoming a gardener.

Dreading to admit to Fury he had failed against a little kid, he stepped out of his suit and headed up to the penthouse to continue packing.

It was chaos.

There were mountains of boxes everywhere, stuff piled up and strewn about, and four people having meltdowns. Pepper was sobbing in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine, Harley was hiding under a blanket, Morgan was throwing a tantrum (and dolls), and Happy was screaming his head off as he gave a lecture to the wall.

"Hey!" Tony ran over and gave him a shake. "What happened here?"

Happy's eye twitched and a vein on his forehead bulged. "What happened is that the man responsible for all this mess wasn't even here to atone for it."

"What mess? You mean moving?"

"Yeah! That!"

Tony let loose a drawling sigh and walked over to where Morgan was throwing things.

"Maguna," he cooed. "Daddy's home!"

He promptly got a Barbie-to-the-face treatment.

"Hey! No throwing. Throwing is naughty. You guys need some help packing up your stuff?" Tony asked. Harley groaned from underneath his blanket and Pepper choked out a 'yes' through her tears. Tony grimaced.

"Don't worry, the man of the house has arrived. I'll save you!" he announced dramatically, scooping up Morgan in his arms and flying her around with whooshing noises.

"Tony, please," Pepper begged, dropping dishes into the sink. "This is serious. It was your idea to move in the first place--"

"Not entirely true."

"--so you need to help us pack up."

Tony shrugged and started grabbing random things from the living room, tossing them into the first box that caught his eye.

Wow, I'm great at this whole packing thing.