Superfamily Oneshots

Cupcakes

Hey guys! I'm so sorry for not updating in so long. Recently I've been having a hard time finding inspiration, and while I am so happy to see people are reading my stories , (thanks for 2k by the way!!), I haven't really gotten a lot of comments and feedback. Please don't be a silent reader!! Every comment, no matter how small, helps me out to know what to write next. Let me know what you like and what you don't! P.S. Above are what the cupcakes look like. Thanks for reading and enjoy! 

"Peter! Come on, we're gonna be late!" Tony yelled from down the hallway. The 6 year old rushed from his room carrying his Iron Man backpack and Captain America lunchbox.

"I'm here dad!" he panted, hiking his backpack higher on his shoulders. Tony smiled and grabbed his keys from off the kitchen counter.

"Alright kiddo, lets hit the road."

"Wait!" Peter exclaimed, looking up at his dad with worried eyes. "You and Pops are gonna bring in cupcakes for my class today, right?" Tony laughed.

"Of course! And Peter?" he bent down to kiss his son on the head. "Happy birthday underroos." Peter hugged his dad, then started tugging him towards the elevator by his hand. Tony laughed again and allowed himself to be pulled.

-Time skip to 30 minutes later-

Tony buckled himself back in the car and started the engine back up. He would have to be back within 2 and a half hours in order to bring the cupcakes in time for lunch. Luckily, he knew a bakery nearby that did custom orders, and did them pretty quickly too. 

"Hey JARVIS?" he asked.

"Yes, sir?" a mechanical voice from within the car responded. 

"Take me to Circo's Pastry Shop."

"Of course, sir."

-a short car ride later-

The doors opened with a slam, and the employee working the cash register paled. It was Tony Stark. The Tony Stark. He walked up to the counter and winked at the open-mouthed cashier. 

"Hi there, I heard that you guys do custom orders?" he asked, snapping the teen out of her daze. 

"Um, yes sir, we do, sir." she stuttered, still trying to get over the fact that Tony Stark was talking to her. Tony smiled.

"Great. How long would it take for you to bake and decorate two dozen cupcakes? I would like twelve to be vanilla and twelve chocolate, with red and yellow frosting and little Iron Man decorations on the top. Could you make that happen?" The girl gulped and tapped on her screen.

"All together, two dozen cupcakes it'll be 72 dollars." Tony waved away the price.

"Money won't be a problem. I just need it done in two and a half hours." 

"We'll try our best sir," the girl stuttered, "but there are other orders that we have to complete first and since it would take at least an hour to make custom decorations-" Tony held his hand up, silencing her.

"How bout this," he said, taking out his wallet and throwing a 100 dollar bill in the tip jar. The girl's eyes grew even wider. "I understand that you have other customers, but the thing is, it's my kids birthday today. And I never want to miss out on my kid's birthday. So could you try to have it done in two and a half hours?" The girl nodded frantically, her eyes glued on the hundred dollar bill.

"We'll do our best sir." Tony smiled.

"Great. Here's my phone number," he scribbled it down on a nearby pad of paper, tore it off and handed it to her, "call me when the order is ready."

-two and a half hours later-

The bakery's doors slammed open again, and Tony strode in. The employee's face paled again. He walked up to the counter and thumped his hands down. The girl flinched.

"So," he stated, leaning in, "It's been two and a half hours, and yet I haven't gotten a text yet confirming my cupcakes are done! Mind explaining that?" The girl sighed and rubbed her face. 10 minutes till my shift is over, she thought. Just 10 more minutes. 

"I'm very sorry sir, but as we do have other orders to complete and you ordered on a very short notice, our bakers are running about 15 minutes behind. They should be done in the next ten to twenty minutes." Tony exhaled through his nose, his face looking eerily calm. Inside, though, he was screaming. I'm gonna miss my son's birthday! He's been looking forward to this since forever! Steve's gonna hate me, Peter's gonna hate me, they're all gonna hate me, I'm a terrible father- his internal monologue was cut off by the girl's voice. 

"Sir? Sir, are you alright?" He nodded, jerking himself back to the present.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, kinda zoned out there, anyway, have them done as fast as you can," he said, pointing a finger towards the girl threateningly, "or you'll have to deal with me."

-10 minutes later-

Tony swept out of the bakery, carrying two trays of perfectly iced cupcakes. He rushed to his Audi and, putting the cupcakes in the backseat, hopped into the car. He pulled out of the bakery and sped down the road.

"Come on, come on," he said nervously, tapping the wheel. He glanced at the GPS and groaned. He was going to be about 15 minutes late. "That's what happens when you wait till the day of your son's birthday to order cupcakes, Tony," he chided himself. He sighed. 

-20 minutes later-

Tony took a deep breath,  mentally preparing himself to be assaulted by the small demons Peter called his classmates. He put his prepared smile on his face,  adjusted the cupcake tray in his hands,  and opened the door.

"Hey ki-" his generic greeting died out as he took in the sight before him. Steve was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by children eating Captain America themed cupcakes with red, white, and blue sprinkles. Peter was sitting next to his pops,  looking happier than ever. Everyone froze when Tony walked in, and all the kids' eyes widened even more. There was a beat of silence, then all hell broke loose.

"IRON MAN!!!" the shrieks of the children could be heard all throughout the school as Tony was swarmed by ecstatic toddlers. He held the trays of cupcakes above his head with one arm and attempted to keep the kindergartners away with the other. The teacher sprang up from her position on the floor.

"Kids! Sit back down right this instant!" She commanded, striding towards the mob and herding them back to the carpet. All while this was happening, Tony never broke eye contact with Steve, who was still sitting on the floor. Steve's face was shocked. Tony frowned and walked over to him. He sat on the floor, putting the trays of cupcakes on a nearby table. Steve swallowed nervously.

"Hey Tony," he stuttered, red in the face, "h-how's it going?" Tony cocked his head.

"Are those cupcakes with, red white and blue sprinkles?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm. Steve gulped again.

"Actually they've got piped icing with a texture that's designed to look like sprinkles-" 

"That's odd," Tony cut him off, "last I checked, I  was the one who was going to bring in cupcakes." Steve's face turned tomato red.

"Well, you see, I brought these cupcakes as a backup, right, just in case you didn't bring enough, and when I got here, you weren't here, so I figured...." he trailed off and sheepishly looked at the floor. Tony shook his head and opened his mouth to scold Steve when he felt a small hand tug at the bottom of his pants. He looked down and saw Peter gazing up at him with the happiest smile on his face. 

"Daddy!" Peter exclaimed, hugging Tony. "I'm so glad you're here!" Tony's heart melted as he picked up his kid and ruffled his hair. 

"Oh Peter," he smiled, giving him a little kiss on the cheek, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."