The Dadsandwich

Just Like Mr. Barnes

Narrator's POV

"Papa what is that?" Oliver asked from the dining table, eating his breakfast, as he noticed Tony carrying a black suit case.

"Whatever it is, must be important." Wade said, coming in with a basket of laundry. "You were up all night working on that."

"Yes, I know Wilson." Tony said, feeling his pockets for his keys. "I'm going out. Watch Oliver, will you?"

"I want to come!" Oliver said, climbing out of his chair.

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Wade asked.

"Don't have time." Tony said, opening the door.

Oliver stuck himself to Tony's leg.

"Sorry, bud. You can't come." Tony told him.

"Please." Oliver looked up at his dad.

"Oliver." Tony sighed. "I don't have time right now."

"Please Papa. I want to come." Oliver said, pulling away from Tony.

Tony took his sunglasses off and crouched down to Oliver's height. "It's very important. I just can't bring you this time."

Oliver let his head fall.

"Hey." Tony cupped his chin and picked his head up. "I'll be back as fast as possible, okay?"

"Okay." Oliver said in a sad tone.

"And when I get home, I'll bring juice pops." Tony winked.

Oliver's face lit up.

"Grape juice pops?" He asked.

"Grape, cherry, strawberry. All the juice pops you want." Tony smiled at his little son.

"But not coconut." Oliver said.

"Oh, no." Tony shook his head. "Not coconut. Never."

"Good."

Tony smiled. "Alright, bud." He kissed Oliver's forehead. "Give me knuckles." He stretched out a fist for Oliver to bump.

They bumped fists and made explosion noises after.

"Awesome." They both said at the same time.

Tony gave Oliver one last smile before standing up. He messed up Oliver's curls. "Be back in a bit, Squirt." He looked dover at Wade. "My number's on the fridge just in case you can't hold the fortress down."

"Yes. I know." Wade nodded.

"Alright." Tony opened the door. "Be back in a bit." He said, shutting the door behind
him.

"Oliver~"

Oliver turned to Wade.

He noticed Wade was holding up a small canoe paddle, which soon extended. His face lit up.

"Hide out?" He asked.

Oliver smiled.

///0///0

"Friday."

Yes, boss?

"Status on Peter?" He asked as he made his way down the road in one of his many sports cars.

Peter is stable. His heart rate is 72. Oxygen levels in the blood are stable. He has eaten breakfast. Cholesterol levels are a little high.

"Eggs." Tony said.

That is correct

Tony looked down at the black suitcase in the passenger seat.

Anything else I can do for you, boss?