(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

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Your kid gets in trouble at school

Bucky Barnes:
Bucky's fingers drummed nervously on the kitchen counter as you both waited for your son, Alex, to come home from school. You'd gotten the call earlier that day—something about a fight—and while Bucky tried to keep calm, his instinct to protect his son was clashing with his need to be firm. When Alex finally trudged through the door, eyes downcast, Bucky crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. "Alex," he began, voice low but controlled, "you wanna tell us what happened?" Alex sighed and muttered, "This kid was picking on Anya again. I told him to stop, but he wouldn't listen." Bucky glanced at you, a mixture of pride and concern flashing in his eyes. "You know I don't want you getting into fights, but... Anya's your little sister. You did the right thing by standing up for her," Bucky said, his tone softening as he knelt to meet Alex's eye level. "But next time, use your words first, okay? I don't want you getting hurt." Alex nodded, biting his lip, and you stepped forward, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder. "We'll talk to the school tomorrow," you added, your voice calm, "and make sure they handle it better next time." Bucky pulled Alex into a hug, whispering, "You did good, kid. But let's work on keeping you out of trouble, alright?"

Loki Laufeyson
Loki sat at the edge of the living room, swirling his wine glass with a slight smirk as you both awaited news of what exactly your daughter, Astrid, had done this time. The headmistress had been quite cryptic on the phone, only mentioning "disruptive behavior." When Astrid finally appeared, shoulders squared and lips pursed in a defiant pout, Loki leaned back, clearly entertained. "So, my little chaos-maker, what did you conjure today?" he teased, but there was an edge of curiosity in his tone. Astrid crossed her arms. "I only turned Mrs. Preston's coffee into a frog... it wasn't even that big of a deal." You groaned, rubbing your temples, but Loki's eyes twinkled with pride. "A frog, you say? Impressive, but perhaps not the best way to make friends with authority figures." You shot him a warning look, and he coughed, feigning seriousness. "What I meant to say, Astrid, is that while your magic is quite powerful, you must learn control. We cannot have you transfiguring every teacher who crosses your path." You stepped forward, trying to be the mediator. "What your father means is... we understand you're bored, but there are better ways to show your skills. Maybe next time, let's stick to charms in the classroom, okay?" Astrid huffed but nodded, and Loki wrapped an arm around your waist, murmuring, "We can't stifle her brilliance, love... just perhaps guide it in a more socially acceptable direction."

Tony Stark:
Tony was pacing the living room, one hand ruffling his hair, the other holding a glass of scotch as the two of you waited for the inevitable confrontation. When your son, Max, finally slouched in after school, Tony stopped mid-stride, his voice sharp. "Maxwell Anthony Stark, what the hell happened today?" Max looked up at you with wide, nervous eyes before blurting, "I didn't mean to blow up the science lab, Dad! It was an accident!" You sighed deeply, already having guessed what the school call had been about, but Tony's mouth was twitching, caught between frustration and admiration. "An accident? You accidentally built a reactor that nearly took out half the school's power grid?" Tony set the scotch down, hands on his hips, staring Max down. "Look, kid, I love that your brain works like that—trust me, I get it. But you've got to be more careful. I was barely older than you when I started working on my first reactor, but I didn't blow up anything. Well, not on purpose," he added, muttering the last part, earning a quick elbow from you. "We'll work on it together," you said, stepping in. "Just... in the garage next time, not in the school lab, alright?" Max nodded sheepishly, and Tony ruffled his hair. "You've got potential, kid. Just don't let it get you expelled before you even hit high school."

Peter Parker:
Peter was pacing the small apartment, his nerves written all over his face as he waited for your daughter, Lily, to come home from school. "I don't know what to say to her," Peter muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "She's a good kid. What could she have done?" When Lily finally arrived, eyes down and backpack dragging behind her, Peter immediately crouched down to her level. "Lily, sweetheart, what happened?" She sniffled, wiping her eyes. "I got in trouble because I couldn't keep quiet during class. I... I told my teacher she was wrong about the planets." Peter's face softened as he exchanged a look with you, half-exasperated, half-amused. "Lily," Peter began, his voice gentle, "correcting someone isn't bad, but there's a time and place. You've got to raise your hand first, okay? We can't go around making our teachers feel silly, even if they are wrong sometimes." You nodded in agreement. "Next time, just wait for your turn, and maybe explain it a little more politely, alright?" Peter pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. "You're so smart, kiddo, just like your mom. But smarts and kindness go hand in hand, okay? Promise me you'll try that tomorrow?" Lily nodded, a small smile breaking through her tears.