Damn it-- ( scott goes 'pffft', his head ducking towards his chin and his shoulders shaking with mirth. ) Damn it! Ah, I can't even get mad at you for that! I walked right into it. ( he laughs again, and now he's turning to lie on his back, spread eagle as he stares at the ceiling and listens to tony do anything. ) I walked right into it.
I'm going to not delve into impure things right now, not when I'm trying to think of the sweetness of you in my kitchen making me day-late Father's Day pancakes. ( he pauses, taking in a deep breath. ) ... in an apron.
Nope. No, I'm not going to think of anything more than the fact that you're romantic when you want to be and I love it. Stop that.
[And Tony laughs, an honest to God laugh that sounds all too natural. Which shouldn't seem like a big deal - and, really, around Scott they're not hard to come by. But, considering his mood all of Sunday, his throat even feels odd when the laughter rumbles out of him.] You did, actually. You left that one right open.
Wait, an apron? Who said anything about an apron?
[That part would need to be negotiable. It wasn't for any gender thing - it's more of a fashion thing. Because leave it to Tony Stark to want to be stylish even while cooking. Sitting back at his computer, the soft sound of his typing could be heard in the background as he informed FRIDAY to warm up the jet.]
But yeah, pancakes. And we can do whatever you want the rest of the day. We can go somewhere, or just hang out at your place. I don't have to be here until... [He hums a little under his breath as his calendar pops up, and he shuffles a few things around before speaking again.] Wednesday morning, so I'll be there for a couple of days.
Well, if you don't like my selection of aprons at home, that's what we're going to go shopping for. For you.
( scott's only half-teasing, but already his mind races with the thought of having tony for days. not that their visits don't always last days, but it always makes his head swim. he always feels so spoiled, so stupid. even when they're at the compound and working he still feels spoiled and stupid.
there's something about being near someone. scott can't put it to words. )
And I still have to show off some of my new tech. ( he chews on his lip. ) And some blueprints for something I plan on building after making a trip to the junkyard.
I don't think I'm quite there just yet for an apron, actually. [It's said seriously, but the smirk that's growing on his lips is probably audible, anyway.] I'm barely starting to cook. It'd be a lot of pressure to get my own apron already.
[Once FRIDAY has been tasked with working on the jet, Tony sends Rhodey a message that he'll be gone for a few days before he stands so he can grab a few things from his makeshift closet that he keeps in the lab.] Sounds good. Why the junkyard, though? I may have the parts you're looking for, that way it'll save you the trip.
( scott knew tony'd mention helping, and it's so predictable it makes him smile even wider. and he thinks to himself: shit, i'm so whipped to this guy. )
You know, the thing is I'm pretty sure you have the parts I'm looking for. ( he laughs, and if there's a way to sound self-deprecating on the phone speaking of building things, then scott's mastered it. ) But I'm trying to see how far I can get on my own--average guy, no steady income, talks to ants. Like, can I still do this stuff? Do I still have the talent?
Besides, I'm going to be abusing your resources for Optimus. ( snorts ) Remember?
[Tony's about to mention that great, he can look for them the moment that he tells them. But Scott keeps talking, and mentioning he wants to see how far he can get on his own, and Tony stops halfway through picking up a few shirts to wear while he's in San Francisco.]
Oh. Okay. Yeah, that's fine. [He can respect that, and he will. Tossing his shirts towards his duffle bag, he nods slightly.] It's not abusing if I'm offering [quietly, as if reminding him] but yeah, we need to get started on Optimus.
[Once he zips up his bag, he rakes his fingers through his hair.] Alright, I'm all packed, and I think the jet is ready so I'll see you in a few hours?
Hey, stay safe, all right? I... ( something else is there on his tongue, an awkward admission of feelings and softness and emotion, but scott swallows it down before it becomes too concrete. before he can't take it back. ) I'll see you soon.
[There's a small moment where he lingers before the line goes dead, and once it does he grabs his dufflebag and makes his way out to the jet. Thanks to his jet and how fast it is, the flight isn't nearly as long as it generally would be if he were to take a regular flight, but instead of napping or doing anything else, he just showers, brushes his teeth and changes into clean clothes. He had been drinking too much throughout the day and even into the night for the scent of scotch to really be purged from his body completely, but there's not much he can do to fix that even if he sticks a couple of mints into his mouth. It's really a wonder he didn't end up absolutely useless after his day of drinking, although his body does feel heavy and a little sluggish, but at this point it can either be the scotch or how poorly he has been sleeping.
He really doesn't care, though. He's about to see Scott, and that's the main thing he cares about. Once the jet lands, he makes his way through the airport, and it's too early in the morning (or late in the night, he can't tell anymore) for anyone to really recognize him. It helps that he's in jeans, a t-shirt and a thin hoodie. It's all still designer, so that part hasn't changed, but the style is too casual and it allows him to blend in with the crowd.
Which is good for him. Because he really doesn't want distractions and, when he sees Scott, he sees the only person he wanted to talk to. His pace picks up at the sight of him, and without hesitation or delay he hurried over to him so he can kiss him after dumping his dufflebag next to him.]
Hey, you.
OMG WHEN DID YOU ADD COLLIDE TO THE TONYSCOTT PLAYLIST LSKDFJLSHDF
( scott's used to these airport pick-ups by now. the very first time tony'd come to san francisco he'd been a nervous mess in the departure lobby, but after how many months, how many visits, how many times he's had to look for tony's face in crowds--scott sees him immediately now, and scott's face lights up because tony's here.
it always feels like a dream when tony comes home to him, even now when tony's hands are solid and on him, when tony's mouth is solid and on him, when tony's in his space like he's always in his heart and mind and body. scott's smiling into his mouth and smiling when he cups tony's jaw, smiling even when tony pulls away, but he does lean in to meet him again, nuzzling the tip of his nose and giving a softer kiss. )
Hey. ( and with them, well, that's enough. ) You're looking good as always.
And... ( a little sniff and scott blinks, surprised. ) ... you smell expensive! Come from a party or something?
( he reaches down to pick tony's bag up, and with his other hand he takes his hand to tug him along and out the building. )
It's like soap and scotch. Something more expensive than my entire net worth, definitely.
Yesterday!! It popped up on my playlist and made me think of them ;____;
[It's easy to melt into the kiss, the way that Scott cups his jaw and Tony's just so glad to see him that he almost doesn't let go of his mouth to let Scott talk. But it's also so good to hear his voice without the phone between them, and Tony just can't seem to stop smiling.
Until he mentions the fact that he still smells of scotch. Which he isn't really surprised, he knows he had drank enough for the booze to literally seep into his pores, but he just gives his hand a small squeeze as they walk out of the airport, as if it's not a big deal.]
I was having a nightcap when you texted me. [It's really not a lie. That nightcap had also been part of his breakfast, lunch, happy hour, and whatever else he might have missed on Sunday, but hey.]
You look wonderful. It's so good to see you, babe. [Leaning in, he sneaks a kiss against the side of his neck.]
i went to the playlist and opened it to tag and it played and i wept for humanity MY HEART??
( shit, scott's laughing again, and he actually tries to duck away from tony's affectionate mouth, cheeks turning a warm colour and fingers locking with his. this is embarrassing, is what it is, but it feels so right and good and happy scott can hardly argue against it. ) I didn't even comb my hair before leaving the apartment, so I don't know what you're talking about. ( still, he tugs, makes it so their arms can criss-cross, and if there's one thing scott loves being, it's close to tony stark. )
Unless you're talking about the stupid smile? My, uh, probably red face? Because that is just all you. And what you do to me. And how giddy you make me. And--
Well. ( he grins, though he does pointedly keep his gaze away as his heart flutters and flutters and flutters. ) You get the picture, right?
( scott's just at a high he could never be pulled out of, not tonight, not now, and he takes tony to the parking lot and to the usual van. )
Thanks for coming. Now I can say for sure that my day was totally perfect.
surpriiiiise! I'm jamming to that playlist this morning because these lovable dorks are my life rn
[It's probably a good thing that the airport isn't crowded at this time of the night, because Tony can't be bothered to keep an eye on where he's going. His focus is really Scott, and how he turns red, and his own grin just widens even more. If there was such a thing as emotional whiplash, Tony already knows he'd be suffering from it right now after being miserably broody all of Sunday to now being so happy.
He wouldn't switch it for the world right now, though. The look on his eyes convey how he feels like Scott is the most beautiful being he has laid his eyes on, and he chuckles.] Yeah, I get the picture.
[And he loves that picture. A voice in his head whispers that he loves more than just that but, like Scott, he pushes the words back.
For now, anyway.]
It's my pleasure, trust me. [Before Scott can let go of his hand so they can get in the van, Tony tugs him closer to him so he can kiss his lips again. With his free hand, he cups his cheek and brushes his thumb against his cheek, just savoring for another moment the fact that he's back with him. That he can kiss him again, and when he parts it's only so he can rest his forehead against Scott's.] Happy Father's Day, baby.
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they're always my life i can't believe how weak i've become to them lds;fsh
( scott's breathless from the kissing, the laughing--the general physical workout it always feels like he goes through whenever he's with tony like this because it kills him. he's panting a little, even, as their foreheads are pressed together, and he's so fucking delirious he can't even complain about being called 'baby' like some high school girlfriend.
tony's eyes are especially warm tonight, even if his mouth tastes cool and minty fresh, and scott places his hands over the ones on his face and smiles all soft and loving and smitten. )
M'your baby.
( and that's really, really embarrassing, but scott can't take it back now. doesn't even want to as he turns his head and kisses tony's palm. ) Man, you don't know what you do to me... ( and he could do more, could kiss more, but he holds himself back if only because he wants tony in his home as soon as they can get there. it's more imperative than whatever urge he has to kiss tony on the sidewalk, because if he's going to bring his ridiculously rich genius home, then he's going to do it right.
scott tops tony's wrist with one last smooch regardless. )
[Scott isn't the only one that looks absolutely smitten. The moment he says M'your baby the way that Tony's grin just brightens is impossible to hide. And sure, the remnants of the scotch in his system might have something to do with it, but right now he's just so happy that that's all he knows.
Is it normal to be this happy? Every time he's with him it feels like a dream to be this deliriously happy with him, and it's what makes him 'steal' another kiss after Scott tells him to get in the van.]
So bossy. [It's said teasingly, fondly, and he reaches over to get his bag from Scott before getting in the van. Which is as ridiculous as it always is. The van is full of personality, and as Tony buckles up he already feels happier just being here.
Don't you like me bossy? ( the engine starts up and of course the tape in it is some ridiculous luis-esque disco track, which scott could replace if he wants to (he still has some summer mixes from his youth spent recording from the top 10 tracks on all the old radio shows), but doesn't because it'd feel wrong. the wombat wagon, as hank so lovingly dubbed it after the three (plus one, including scott) admitted the van was under shared custody for all of them, does what the wombat wagon does.
apparently playing starship's nothing's gonna stop us now is an example of that.
while he doesn't change the tape, scott does turn the volume down. there're iron man stickers on the radio now, courtesy of cassie, so that every time you press something you have to poke his face. scott had found that particularly amusing, but he doesn't bring the new design up because he wants tony to notice it himself.
so he speaks instead. ) When in the world did you master pancakes, huh?
I do, actually. [ He even smiles over at him as he says it. That's why at first he misses the stickers, because he's too busy admiring how good looking Scott is. He can't really see his features all that well, because it's nighttime and light posts don't exactly provide the best lighting for the inside of a car, but it's still good just to know that he's there. ]
Oh, it... Like a week ago? Rhodey had a rough day in physical therapy, so I figured I'd make him breakfast to cheer him up. He wanted me to thank you for showing me how to properly cook pancakes all the way through.
[ He glances at the stereo then, and notices the stickers. Using his cell phone to shine a better light at them, initially confused at what's all over the buttons, Tony lets out an amused laugh before he grins over at Scott. ] Did you do this?
Oh, well. ( scott beams with pride, and to anyone who knows him that's a surefire sign that he's about to bring up-- ) Cassie did that, actually. ( maybe his voice gets the slightest bit higher pitched when he mentions her, but he's too happy to notice. ) Guess who her favourite Avenger is? And, no, it's not Ant-Man. Which makes me think I should fight you somehow.
Her logic was that we get to poke you every time we do something with the music, but ( tone softening, he glances at tony for a moment just to offer a sheepish smile ) I think that's just her roundabout way of saying she misses you as much as I do when you're gone. ( scott doesn't have to say it because he knows tony's aware of it--that he's family now, that he's an honorary lang, that he and cassie would fight for him in the same way they'd fight for each other, because langs are nothing if not painfully loyal. and it's this notion that has him removing one hand off the steering wheel just to trace the edge of a bearded jaw with his knuckle. )
[ Oh yeah, Tony knows exactly who's going to be brought up the moment that Scott's demeanor changes. He feels his smile growing, because seriously, watching Scott talk about his daughter is easily one of the most endearing things in the world. ] Oh. Well, I mean, Iron Man is pretty damn cool...
[ He's teasing, of course, although he is definitely flattered that he's Cassie's favorite Avenger. If anything, it makes him grin a little brighter. It's still wild to him that he has Scott and Cassie, that he's part of their family, that he has gotten so damn lucky but he doesn't question it anymore. He's too thankful for it, and his smile softens when Scott's knuckle moves along his jaw. ]
I've missed her, too. Can we go pick her up from school tomorrow? Er, today? [ He sets his hand on Scott's thigh - not necessarily to do anything naughty, but just because now that he's here he doesn't want to stop touching him. ] Maggie wouldn't mind, right?
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I'm going to not delve into impure things right now, not when I'm trying to think of the sweetness of you in my kitchen making me day-late Father's Day pancakes. ( he pauses, taking in a deep breath. ) ... in an apron.
Nope. No, I'm not going to think of anything more than the fact that you're romantic when you want to be and I love it. Stop that.
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Wait, an apron? Who said anything about an apron?
[That part would need to be negotiable. It wasn't for any gender thing - it's more of a fashion thing. Because leave it to Tony Stark to want to be stylish even while cooking. Sitting back at his computer, the soft sound of his typing could be heard in the background as he informed FRIDAY to warm up the jet.]
But yeah, pancakes. And we can do whatever you want the rest of the day. We can go somewhere, or just hang out at your place. I don't have to be here until... [He hums a little under his breath as his calendar pops up, and he shuffles a few things around before speaking again.] Wednesday morning, so I'll be there for a couple of days.
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( scott's only half-teasing, but already his mind races with the thought of having tony for days. not that their visits don't always last days, but it always makes his head swim. he always feels so spoiled, so stupid. even when they're at the compound and working he still feels spoiled and stupid.
there's something about being near someone. scott can't put it to words. )
And I still have to show off some of my new tech. ( he chews on his lip. ) And some blueprints for something I plan on building after making a trip to the junkyard.
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[Once FRIDAY has been tasked with working on the jet, Tony sends Rhodey a message that he'll be gone for a few days before he stands so he can grab a few things from his makeshift closet that he keeps in the lab.] Sounds good. Why the junkyard, though? I may have the parts you're looking for, that way it'll save you the trip.
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You know, the thing is I'm pretty sure you have the parts I'm looking for. ( he laughs, and if there's a way to sound self-deprecating on the phone speaking of building things, then scott's mastered it. ) But I'm trying to see how far I can get on my own--average guy, no steady income, talks to ants. Like, can I still do this stuff? Do I still have the talent?
Besides, I'm going to be abusing your resources for Optimus. ( snorts ) Remember?
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Oh. Okay. Yeah, that's fine. [He can respect that, and he will. Tossing his shirts towards his duffle bag, he nods slightly.] It's not abusing if I'm offering [quietly, as if reminding him] but yeah, we need to get started on Optimus.
[Once he zips up his bag, he rakes his fingers through his hair.] Alright, I'm all packed, and I think the jet is ready so I'll see you in a few hours?
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Hey, stay safe, all right? I... ( something else is there on his tongue, an awkward admission of feelings and softness and emotion, but scott swallows it down before it becomes too concrete. before he can't take it back. ) I'll see you soon.
I'll be parked by the time you land, promise.
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[There's a small moment where he lingers before the line goes dead, and once it does he grabs his dufflebag and makes his way out to the jet. Thanks to his jet and how fast it is, the flight isn't nearly as long as it generally would be if he were to take a regular flight, but instead of napping or doing anything else, he just showers, brushes his teeth and changes into clean clothes. He had been drinking too much throughout the day and even into the night for the scent of scotch to really be purged from his body completely, but there's not much he can do to fix that even if he sticks a couple of mints into his mouth. It's really a wonder he didn't end up absolutely useless after his day of drinking, although his body does feel heavy and a little sluggish, but at this point it can either be the scotch or how poorly he has been sleeping.
He really doesn't care, though. He's about to see Scott, and that's the main thing he cares about. Once the jet lands, he makes his way through the airport, and it's too early in the morning (or late in the night, he can't tell anymore) for anyone to really recognize him. It helps that he's in jeans, a t-shirt and a thin hoodie. It's all still designer, so that part hasn't changed, but the style is too casual and it allows him to blend in with the crowd.
Which is good for him. Because he really doesn't want distractions and, when he sees Scott, he sees the only person he wanted to talk to. His pace picks up at the sight of him, and without hesitation or delay he hurried over to him so he can kiss him after dumping his dufflebag next to him.]
Hey, you.
OMG WHEN DID YOU ADD COLLIDE TO THE TONYSCOTT PLAYLIST LSKDFJLSHDF
it always feels like a dream when tony comes home to him, even now when tony's hands are solid and on him, when tony's mouth is solid and on him, when tony's in his space like he's always in his heart and mind and body. scott's smiling into his mouth and smiling when he cups tony's jaw, smiling even when tony pulls away, but he does lean in to meet him again, nuzzling the tip of his nose and giving a softer kiss. )
Hey. ( and with them, well, that's enough. ) You're looking good as always.
And... ( a little sniff and scott blinks, surprised. ) ... you smell expensive! Come from a party or something?
( he reaches down to pick tony's bag up, and with his other hand he takes his hand to tug him along and out the building. )
It's like soap and scotch. Something more expensive than my entire net worth, definitely.
Yesterday!! It popped up on my playlist and made me think of them ;____;
Until he mentions the fact that he still smells of scotch. Which he isn't really surprised, he knows he had drank enough for the booze to literally seep into his pores, but he just gives his hand a small squeeze as they walk out of the airport, as if it's not a big deal.]
I was having a nightcap when you texted me. [It's really not a lie. That nightcap had also been part of his breakfast, lunch, happy hour, and whatever else he might have missed on Sunday, but hey.]
You look wonderful. It's so good to see you, babe. [Leaning in, he sneaks a kiss against the side of his neck.]
i went to the playlist and opened it to tag and it played and i wept for humanity MY HEART??
Unless you're talking about the stupid smile? My, uh, probably red face? Because that is just all you. And what you do to me. And how giddy you make me. And--
Well. ( he grins, though he does pointedly keep his gaze away as his heart flutters and flutters and flutters. ) You get the picture, right?
( scott's just at a high he could never be pulled out of, not tonight, not now, and he takes tony to the parking lot and to the usual van. )
Thanks for coming. Now I can say for sure that my day was totally perfect.
surpriiiiise! I'm jamming to that playlist this morning because these lovable dorks are my life rn
He wouldn't switch it for the world right now, though. The look on his eyes convey how he feels like Scott is the most beautiful being he has laid his eyes on, and he chuckles.] Yeah, I get the picture.
[And he loves that picture. A voice in his head whispers that he loves more than just that but, like Scott, he pushes the words back.
For now, anyway.]
It's my pleasure, trust me. [Before Scott can let go of his hand so they can get in the van, Tony tugs him closer to him so he can kiss his lips again. With his free hand, he cups his cheek and brushes his thumb against his cheek, just savoring for another moment the fact that he's back with him. That he can kiss him again, and when he parts it's only so he can rest his forehead against Scott's.] Happy Father's Day, baby.
they're always my life i can't believe how weak i've become to them lds;fsh
tony's eyes are especially warm tonight, even if his mouth tastes cool and minty fresh, and scott places his hands over the ones on his face and smiles all soft and loving and smitten. )
M'your baby.
( and that's really, really embarrassing, but scott can't take it back now. doesn't even want to as he turns his head and kisses tony's palm. ) Man, you don't know what you do to me... ( and he could do more, could kiss more, but he holds himself back if only because he wants tony in his home as soon as they can get there. it's more imperative than whatever urge he has to kiss tony on the sidewalk, because if he's going to bring his ridiculously rich genius home, then he's going to do it right.
scott tops tony's wrist with one last smooch regardless. )
... get in the van, you goob.
SAME ;-;
Is it normal to be this happy? Every time he's with him it feels like a dream to be this deliriously happy with him, and it's what makes him 'steal' another kiss after Scott tells him to get in the van.]
So bossy. [It's said teasingly, fondly, and he reaches over to get his bag from Scott before getting in the van. Which is as ridiculous as it always is. The van is full of personality, and as Tony buckles up he already feels happier just being here.
In a lot of ways, he's finally home.]
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apparently playing starship's nothing's gonna stop us now is an example of that.
while he doesn't change the tape, scott does turn the volume down. there're iron man stickers on the radio now, courtesy of cassie, so that every time you press something you have to poke his face. scott had found that particularly amusing, but he doesn't bring the new design up because he wants tony to notice it himself.
so he speaks instead. ) When in the world did you master pancakes, huh?
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Oh, it... Like a week ago? Rhodey had a rough day in physical therapy, so I figured I'd make him breakfast to cheer him up. He wanted me to thank you for showing me how to properly cook pancakes all the way through.
[ He glances at the stereo then, and notices the stickers. Using his cell phone to shine a better light at them, initially confused at what's all over the buttons, Tony lets out an amused laugh before he grins over at Scott. ] Did you do this?
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Her logic was that we get to poke you every time we do something with the music, but ( tone softening, he glances at tony for a moment just to offer a sheepish smile ) I think that's just her roundabout way of saying she misses you as much as I do when you're gone. ( scott doesn't have to say it because he knows tony's aware of it--that he's family now, that he's an honorary lang, that he and cassie would fight for him in the same way they'd fight for each other, because langs are nothing if not painfully loyal. and it's this notion that has him removing one hand off the steering wheel just to trace the edge of a bearded jaw with his knuckle. )
She'll be happy to see you, too.
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[ He's teasing, of course, although he is definitely flattered that he's Cassie's favorite Avenger. If anything, it makes him grin a little brighter. It's still wild to him that he has Scott and Cassie, that he's part of their family, that he has gotten so damn lucky but he doesn't question it anymore. He's too thankful for it, and his smile softens when Scott's knuckle moves along his jaw. ]
I've missed her, too. Can we go pick her up from school tomorrow? Er, today? [ He sets his hand on Scott's thigh - not necessarily to do anything naughty, but just because now that he's here he doesn't want to stop touching him. ] Maggie wouldn't mind, right?