IronDad & Just Dumb Stuff

Wow! A Family

"hELA YOU GREASY BITCH!" Stephen yells, standing up and slamming his hands on the table. "IF YOUR PERSONALITY COULD BE ANY DRYER THAN YOUR SNICKERDOODLES I MIGHT JUST BE AMAZED!"

"Oh please. You think quantity makes up for quality with the amount of brownies you bring in."

"Mr. Strange. Ms. Odenson. That is quite enough!!" Mrs. Thompson said, standing aswell.

Stephen closed his mouth and looked at her and said in a smooth tone "First, its Dr. Strange. Second, No, I've had quite enough. We all know that a field trip, fully funded might I add, to the crash site of an alien ship would do the kids a lot of good. It could help them better understand what's really out there and-"

"And what? Give them radioactive poisoning or something more dangerous? I swaer, it's like your trying to kill the children." Hela says, bitch dripping off of every word, as she raises a drawn on eyebrow at Stephen.

Stephen's eye twitches and his fists ball but before he can scream at her again Mrs. Thompson speaks.

"She has a point Stephen."

Stephen produces a noise of anger and frustration. He looks at Hela, then to Mrs. Thompson then to every other mom and teacher at the after school PTA meeting. He turns on his heels and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

The second the door closed behind him he pulled out his phone and called Tony. Tiny picked up after a couple rings and asked in a tired voice "Hela?"

"Yes! It's like she's trying to fight me! Bitch, I'll fight her, just watch!" Stephen huffed back, waving to the front office ladies with a smile as he exited the school. "And! Her snickerdoodles are still drier than the goddamn desert!" He said as he crossed the parking lot to get to his car.

"Honey, I'm sure she doesn't see where you're coming from. You don't need to fight her. Also Nebula just fell asleep, so don't crash through the door please."

"Psh, whatever. Love you bye."

"Love you."

Stephen hung up and got in his car. He turned the volume up on the radio and began to drive home.

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Stephen opened then closed the front door quietly, he had calmed down via screaming the songs on the radio and winning arguments in his head.

He heard Tony and Peter in the direction of the kitchen/dining area. When he walked into said kitchen he saw Tony was making dinner, so he wrapped his arms around him from behind and pressed a kiss to the back of his head "What'cha makin?"

"Chicken alfredo." Tony said, not startled by the surprise hug and kiss.

"Mmm, sounds good." Stephen said into Tony's hair.

A small gasp was heard from the table then an enthusiastic "Daddy!!" Followed by fast footsteps. Stephen let go of his husband to turn around and pick up his 6 year old son in a hug.

"How's my little man?" Stephen asked and kissed his sons cheek.

"Haha! Good! I wanna show you something!" Peter said, squirming in Stephen's arms.

Stephen put him down and followed the boy to the table. On it was a tiny drum set made of 4 soup cans attached via hot glue and balloons stretched and rubberbanded to the tops. "Wow Peter! Did you make this?" Stephen asked, genuinely surprised at the quality.

"Yep!"

"Hey! Give me some credit." Tony called from the kitchen.

Stephen laughed and ruffled Peter's hair. "You've got to give credit or else it's plagiarism bud." He said and walked back into the kitchen, Peter stayed at the table.

Stephen leaned on the counter, out if Tony's way. "So, what happened this time?" Tony asked as he poured noodles and water into the colander in the sink.

Stephen took a breath before saying, "She thinks she owns the PTA. Mrs. Thompson technically owns it but Hela obviously has her wrapped around her finger."

"Maybe Mrs. Thompson just agrees with Hela. What was the argument anyway?" Tony said, mixing alfredo sauce with the noodles in a pot on the stove.

Stephen made a 'tch' sound and rolled his eyes. " I want to take the kids to an alien crash. But! Hela roles around the corner on her bullshit skates and says they'll get poised or something. But like clearly she doesn't understand that the government wouldn't let them do that. It's just a viewing trip. So they can learn more about what's out there and how to better prepare for it. Honestly, who let her join the PTA? She doesn't even have a kid that goes to the school. She's just like, an aunt or something.".

Tony kisses a smile to Stephen's forehead. "You're overreacting. Let's eat then we can destroy her, yeah?".

Stephen smiles "yeah."

~*~

In the middle of eating Nebula was crying upstairs and Tony went to get the baby.

"Someone didn't have a good nap huh?" Tony said to the whining baby in a baby voice as he descended the staircase.

"Aww, what's wrong honey?" Stephen said in an equally awful baby voice as he took Nebula from Tony, "shhh, shhh.." he was swaying back and fourth in an attempt to sooth their daughter. He was in the living room and Tony went into the dining room to make sure Peter was eating.

"Can I be done now?" Peter asked Tony

"Hmm.." Tony said taping his chin in mock thought "Only if you take 3 more big bites."

Peter grumbled in defeat but started on his first of three more bites. Tony pat his head before going into the living room to be with Stephen and Nebula.

Nebula had calmed down and Stephen was sitting on the floor, holding her hands as she stood, using him for support.

"Your doing so good Nebby! Stephen said as Tony sat next to him and lightly clapped his hands at Nebula, who smiled and made happy baby noises. Peter soon joined them on the floor.

They stayed on the floor for another 10 minutes before Peter wanted to watch cartoons before his bed time. Nebula played with her toys on the floor, Peter sat between Stephen and Tony on the couch, a lump of warm, happy, love.

Something happened in the cartoon that reminded Stephen of something Hela said, "Oh yeah, Tony. Hela said you made too many brownies and that they were bad."

Tony gasped, "That bi-". Stephen gestured to Peter before Tony could finish the word. "-eautiful lady." Tony finished with a smile at Peter.

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Once the kids were asleep Tony and Stephen spent an hour in the kitchen making chocolate truffles with ingredients shipped straight from France, sure would take them awhile to pay off the debt to a friend who helped them get them, but it would all be worth it to see Hela's face.

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The next after school PTA meeting Stephen and Tony showed up, only to drop off the baked goods and say: "Eat 'em an' weep". Then leave without another word. The door closed softly behind them.

"Fuck Hela."

"Yeah, fuck Hela."

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