Tony's panic attacks

Tony knows

"um Clint?" Bruce ask.

"yeah?" Clint ask.

"which kid is yours?" Bruce ask. the two little boys were laid on the couch sleeping beside each other. Clint looked over. why did Spike still have to look like a new born?

"um.... I don't... I don't know." Clint said.

"I have an idea hold on." Bruce muttered. "Tony! come get your son! he's sleeping on the couch!" Bruce said and headed quickly for the kitchen. Tony, who'd been on the floor under the table working on the spot where Thor always slammed his fists, got up. he walked over to the couch.

"hey Spike, come on buddy." Tony said scooping up one of the boys.

"how do you know thats Spike?" Clint ask.

"because I do." Tony replied, cuddling the child.

"Bruce and I couldn't tell the difference between them. how did you do it?" Clint glared.

"really Bruce? you couldn't tell the difference between the children?" Tony ask.

"no okay and I feel pretty shitty about it. so how did you do it?" Bruce ask. Tony shook his head.

"wow. I told you and I'm pretty sure Nat told you. we kept getting them mixed up, so Spike wears socks." Tony said, showing them Spikes feet. "Spike always wears socks. Kyle won't keep them on. thats how I knew the difference." Tony said. he laid Spike back down. "idiots." Tony muttered walking off.

*the next day*

"are you sure we should be doing this?" Bruce ask.

"yeah, it'll be fun." Clint said.

"okay." Bruce muttered. "Tony!" Bruce shouted. Tony came in from the kitchen. "he kicked his socks off. which one is Spike?" Bruce ask. Tony looked between the two babies a moment.

"neither thats Lyla and Kyle. Spike's in the kitchen with me." Tony smirked. he went back into the kitchen while Bruce frowned.

"okay smartass." Bruce muttered. "just wait I'll get you." Bruce added.

*the next day*

"Tony!" Bruce shouted. Tony sighed walking back into the living room. "this time he's actually one of the babies. which one is he?" Bruce ask. Tony looked between the babies again and frowned. he leaned over them a moment. one of them squirming from the arc light.

"this one." Tony replied, pointing.

"how do you fucking know!?" Clint glared.

"Kyle doesn't like the arc light." Tony replied. he picked Spike up. Spike cuddled to him happily curling up beside the arc. "Spike sleeps next to it all the time. he's used to it." Tony smirked, walking off with Spike.

"I'm going to fucking trip you up one of these days." Bruce said.

"lets see if Nat can do it." Clint said. Bruce nodded grabbing Spike back from Tony and laying him down. "Nat!" Clint called. Tony shook his head.

"whats up?" Natasha ask.

"these idiots are trying to confuse us. they took the socks off Spike. they've been messing with me for a few days and every day I've picked my son from your son. now they want to see if you can do it. right or left who is he." Tony explained.

"yeah, find Kyle." Clint said. Natasha rolled her eye's walking over.

"this one." Natasha said.

"how the fuck are you both doing this?!" Clint glared.

"Tony told me." Natasha said.

"huh?" Bruce ask.

"right or left? really? any other person says left or right. any other day of the week he would've said left or right, but he said right or left. he was trying to end your game." Natasha glared picking up Kyle. Tony scooped up Spike and carried him off.

*next day*

"Tony!" Bruce shouted. Tony stormed into the room.

"why? why is this an every day thing?! stop playing with me!" Tony shouted.

"no this time it's not play. it's real. I sat Spike down and went to get his socks and Clint came and sat Kyle down and now I don't know which is which." Bruce said sounding guilty. Tony heaved a sigh and walked over. he looked between the boys.

"that one." Tony said.

"why?" Bruce ask.

"because Spike's finally out of new born diapers. Kyle still wears them." Tony replied. Bruce put the socks on their son quickly. Tony grabbed him, after putting his tula on, and put Spike in the tula. "he's not a toy Bruce. I'm seriously getting pissed off." Tony glared.

"fine. fine. I'll stop." Bruce sighed. Tony nodded and walked off.

*next day*

"oh Bruce! Clint!" Tony shouted. the two walked in. all three babies were laid out. none wearing socks, all asleep. Natasha and Tony stood in front of them.

"you've been playing a mean game with Tony. so we decided to play with you. find your kid or kids." Natasha said.

"okay. can't be that hard." Clint said.

"nope. I'll admit right here and now. I can't tell which one Spike is. Tony is the better parent here. I can't do it." Bruce muttered. Clint however looked the children over.

"well this one is Lyla. my little blond." Clint said scooping up his daughter gently.

"hmm not as fun when you're the one who has to pick out the child is it?" Tony glared at Bruce.

"okay! okay! I get your point." Bruce said.

"find him Bruce. pretend his life depends on it. find him." Tony said, arms crossed over his chest.

"can't we wake them and look at their eye's?" Clint ask.

"no, Tony didn't do that." Bruce replied. he snapped his fingers. "I got it." Bruce said. he walked over and removed the babies pants. "this one's Spike." Bruce said. Tony smirked at him.

"how do you know?" Clint ask.

"because yesterday, Tony informed me that Spike finally out grew new born." Bruce smirked proudly.

"good job. someone listened for once." Tony said, picking Spike up. Spike, now nearly two and a half months old, coo'd happily as he opened his eye's. he licked the arc. "that is your favorite thing in the whole world is it not? licking my life line." Tony muttered, taking him up stairs. he needed a shower and Spike could probably use one too. Bruce frowned and followed him.

"I'm sorry Tony. I didn't realize. I thought it was funny." Bruce sighed.

"I know and when I think some thing like that is funny, you always find a way to show me I'm wrong. this time, I had to show you." Tony replied.

"how did you always pick him out?" Bruce ask.

"instinct and he spends most his time with me." Tony replied.

"yeah cause you're a baby hog." Bruce glared. Tony shrugged, handing him to Bruce.

"fine. I'm going to shower and catch up on some sleep. enjoy baby duty today. spend time with your son." Tony said as he stepped out into the bedroom.

"can't we all three spend time together?" Bruce ask. Tony looked at him.

"sure, but I'm still getting a shower." Tony replied. Bruce shrugged.

"I could use a shower and he probably could too." Bruce said. Tony nodded and got in the shower, turning the water on and reaching for Spike. Bruce stripped him down and handed him to Tony, then climbed in. "you know tomorrow I'm thinking we put hats on the twins, bundle them up, then make Clint try and tell the difference between them." Bruce said.

"no." Tony replied, holding Spike tightly. "never do that again, unless you seriously can't figure out which on is ours." Tony said. Bruce nodded hugging his family.

"okay Tony." Bruce muttered.