Iron Dad Oneshots (Under Editing)

Copycat

I was at church (surprise!) And my grandma was getting really into worship n stuff and this baby in front of us was watching her and kept trying to copy her and it was so adorable so I was like, I know what I have to do. So here.

So, in this Peter is about 2 and he's Tony's choild.

Peter snuffles cutely before fluttering his baby doe eyes open. He was snuggled up in blankets and his bear was discarded a bit away from him, no doubt that far from his shifting. He rubbed tiredly at his eyes as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He gently picked up his bear and hugged it to himself tightly. The door creaked open and Tony stepped through, grinning as he saw his baby cuddling the bear that he had gotten him. Peter quickly saw Tony and stumbled to his feet.

"Daddy! Daddy!" He giggle happily, making grabby hands towards his father. Tony chuckled before lifting the boy out of the crib. Peter was wearing fuzzy ironman footy pajamas. Peter instantly wrapped himself around Tony with a content sigh. Tony chuckled as he quickly supported the shifted weight. He made quick work of changing the boy into a clean pull up, because accidents happen. How do you think I'm here?

"Alright bud, what do you want to wear today?" Tony asked as Peter stood at his feet. Peter turned, looking Tony up and down before choosing his outfit. It was jeans and a mini MIT shirt to match the one Tony was wearing now. Tony only raised his brow before helping Peter get dressed. Once he was successfully trapped in the clothing, Peter sprinted. He ran down the hall and into the loving room shrieking. Tony followed, slower, and carrying Peter's bear, knowing that the child would want it sooner or later. When he entered the room Peter was sprawled on the carpet with a grin. Tony chuckled before dropping the bear on the couch and picking up his son instead. He carried the breathless boy into the dining room and strapped him into a booster seat before giving him his bacon, eggs, and pancakes. He also gave Peter a cup of orange juice. They've been working on using cups lately.

Sighing, Tony sat himself in his own seat and began to eat, Peter following his lead. Tony took a a long drink of coffee. Peter quickly did the same with his orange juice, but most of it landed in his lap, rather than his mouth. Tony noticed and almost spit his coffee out in a laugh. Peter was just staring at his lap.

"Uh oh," Tony said. Peter looked up at him.

"Uh oh," Peter echoed back. Tony grinned, earning one back.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said, freeing the young boy from his seat. Peter instantly slid himself down.

"Cleaned up!" Tony chuckled. They walked back to Peter's room, where they changed his pants then went back into the living room. It was easy for them to instantly settle into their routine. Peter playing with his toys while Tony with his. Tony was making gestures on the screen of his Stark phone. Peter watched, trying to copy his movements with his own, much smaller hands. It didn't take Tony long to notice and he set his work aside.

"Are you being a copycat?" Tony asked heartily as he swooped down and tickled Peter heavily. Peter resolved to a mess of giggles. It was a good day.