Tony Stark looked at his grandson as he walked into his office. "What's up kiddo?" he asked blithely.
Timothy shot him a glare. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he spat.
"Watch your mouth."
"That's rich coming from the guy who swore on a mission." Timothy walked over to his desk and slammed his hands onto it.
"Why ? Just answer that part. Why would you support something that would hurt your own damn family?"
Tony glared at him. "I'm trying to protect our family. And I said to watch your mouth."
"Sorry. Can't. I'm my father's son. Remember? He doesn't have a filter. Why should I?"
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Choose Your Side.
Science Fiction//AU story about an OC character I write as during CIVIL WAR.
