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elisaphoenix13 · 11 days
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Deja Vu
"Are you okay?"
Stephen came back to himself with a small gasp and he looked up to find himself looking at Tony. Just...younger. There was less gray in his hair and they were still standing in the Sanctum and it took a few moments for reality to set in and for the sorcerer to realize what had just happened.
Specifically that nothing happened.
He and Tony weren't married, let alone dating. He still lived at the Sanctum with Wong, the Avengers were still broken up...and there were no kids. The realization that his children either weren't his own or didn't exist yet made Stephen feel empty. The vision had felt so real. He could still feel the warmth Tony gave off against his back when he fell asleep just last night (or did he?), and feeling Athena sleeping at the foot of the bed. He was even waiting for this to be some sick joke and his kids would come barrelling through the door arguing about who got to choose the next movie to watch.
But he knew it wouldn't happen. Not yet. Nothing had come to pass. Not even Peter's aunt dying in the accident. May Parker was still alive and well. Stephen was just...Stephen. Sorcerer Supreme. He wasn't anyone's mom, spouse, or matriarch. He was just one of the sorcerer's residing in Greenwich Village.
He felt his skin get clammy and he had to resist the urge to bring up his lunch because he wanted it back. He didn't want to go through all of it again. He wanted his kids now. He wanted the chaos and the noise that the Sanctum was almost completely devoid of.
But he had to, didn't he? Go through all the pain and suffering, the happy moments, the sad…and if that's what it took to get all of that back, Stephen would do it in an instant. He wanted that happiness back…he yearned for it, and he wasn't the only one who deserved it. So did Tony. The very man he fell in love with and was still looking at him in concern.
“I'm fine,” Stephen finally manages to answer while rubbing the bridge of his nose. At least physically. Mentally was an entirely different ballpark. He still felt a small urge to vomit…to lash out and beg for this to be a dream.
“Sure, Doc. I'll believe that when you're not paler than the moon. Better get you a chair.” Tony was already looking for one before he even finished his sentence, and then Stephen felt himself being led to the couch in the foyer. He sat down without argument and made himself breathe through the nausea as Tony sat next to him. “So what's going on?”
Stephen breathes out a pathetic laugh. “If I told you, you'd think I was insane.”
“Guess we won't know unless you tell me.”
If Stephen didn't have that vision, he would have told Tony off…but he knew better. He knew Tony hid his kindness behind smart remarks, but Stephen knew he wasn't ready to hear about what he just experienced. Then being together, having a family, and with the Avengers back together…it was a lot to chew on.
“Maybe later,” he answers quietly. If he could get that vision to be real again, maybe there would be a later.
“Fair enough. Something too intense to recover from immediately right?” Tony says as he gets back to his feet. “I've had nightmares like that. Anyway, glad to see you don't have any magical mishaps here.”
“You'll just cause them if you keep touching everything,” Stephen snorts and Tony barks out a laugh.
“Felt like touching. The engineer in me I guess.” Tony heads for the front door. “Get better soon, Doc. I don't want to be the one dealing with the magical end of things.”
Then he was gone. And Stephen felt empty again. The Sanctum was silent and he couldn't feel Tony's comforting heat…it all felt wrong. He couldn't live like this. Not after seeing what could be.
But then the doorbell rang about an hour later and when Stephen answered it, he found a bag by the door. It held hot soup and a note that made Stephen think that maybe it could happen after all.
Something told me that you'd be terrible about taking care of yourself since you're a doctor. Took the liberty of ordering you some soup. Get well soon, Doc. -T
As Stephen pocketed the receipt with the note and picked up the bag, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He'd have to send the older man a thank you. Something along the lines of calling the man an asshole.
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It worked of course. Tony took it as a challenge of snark and it brought him to Stephen's door more and more. Then everything began to feel familiar to Stephen. The lunches at the Sanctum, the constant quips that he remembered hearing, and their first kiss in Tony's living room…
Everything was back to the way it was. Stephen had to go through all the pain and suffering again but it was worth it to have his family back. It was worth having Valerie glued to his leg since William was still at school, to have Lucy running around in her diaper because she refused to wear any other clothes, and to hear Diana arguing with Harley and Peter over the TV. 
He didn't feel empty anymore.
“You alright, Duchess?” Tony asks from beside him as he cuts up some vegetables. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
Stephen shakes his head and focuses back on the task at hand. Namely cutting the last couple of strawberries for Valerie that would hold her over until dinner. “I'm fine.”
“That's just as believable as when you said it when we first met,” Tony huffs. “You looked the same then and you gave me the same answer. Which you never explained to me by the way.”
Stephen looks at him with surprise. “You remember that?”
“I'm old, not senile.” Tony says and Stephen chuckles.
“I really am fine. What happened then was the complete opposite of now.” He starts. “I…saw this back then.”
Tony blinks and stops cutting to look over at the sorcerer. “Wait…this?”
“The kids…us…I lived it. I looked like a ghost because I was torn away from it. It was all a vision and it made me feel sick.” Stephen tells him as he hands the bowl of strawberries down to Valerie and watches her walk over to the table with them. “It was the happiest I've ever been in my life and it was just a dream.”
“And now?” Tony asks carefully, gently taking Stephen's hand, making him smile.
“It's real. I made sure of it. Even if it wasn't, I would do it all again without hesitation.” Stephen reassures. “The vision was just so intense and realistic that it took a lot out of me at the time. I also don't think you would have believed me at the time.”
“I…maybe.” Tony admits. “I was still a little suspicious of it at the time. Are you sure you're okay now?”
Stephen nods. “I'm just relieved. That's all. If I knew this was possible and wasn't able to get it again…”
“But it was and you do,” Tony says firmly before lifting Stephen's hand to kiss the back of it. “I'd hate to imagine what it would be like without you.”
The doctor’s smile drops a bit. “I've seen that too. It's not good.”
“Guess I should thank those witch doctors of yours that they blessed you with visions,” Tony smirks and Stephen rolls his eyes.
“I can't believe you just referred to the Vishanti as witch doctors.”
“You still love me.”
Stephen’s smile returns and he sighs softly. “I always will.”
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elisaphoenix13 · 4 months
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Always Something New
Thomas startles awake with a yelp when he rolls out of bed and lands on the floor with a thump. It wasn't the first time and it likely wouldn't be the last. He had a tendency to try and run in his sleep and wiggled himself out of bed, at least according to his brothers. Even Tony had caught him doing it and laughed all the way back down to the kitchen to tell…someone. Thomas was too embarrassed to find out.
He wiggles out of the half of his comforter that fell off his bed with him and shuffles into his bathroom to make an attempt at taming his hair. It never really worked but he always made it look a little less like he rolled out of bed.
When his bathroom door slams open, the teen startles and he looks at Stephen with wide eyes. The man looked extremely angry, but this was completely out of character for the man. The sorcerer would always calmly discuss any issue he had with him and they would work it out, but this…
“What are you doing in here?! I was in the middle of meditating until the noises you were making interrupted me! We put a roof over your head and clothes on your back and this is the thanks we get?! Inconsiderate!” Stephen yells and Thomas gulps.
“S-Sorry. It was an accident. I just fell out of bed–” Thomas starts and the man clicks his tongue in annoyance.
“I don't care about your excuses. Keep it down!”
Then Stephen left as quickly as he arrived, leaving Thomas to blink at the spot the sorcerer vacated. He could only assume that Stephen was in a foul mood from too much stress or maybe even some weird spell that backfired, but even so, it shook the teen. This was what he and William were expecting since day one. For Tony and Stephen to get sick of them or to treat them like every other family did.
Hopefully apologizing later would help.
For now, Thomas would finish quietly getting ready and head down for breakfast before he went to school with his brother and Cassie. When he got to his door to open it though, he heard a yelp and then a crash, and he was throwing his door open in time to look down to the living room and find his twin getting up from the side table that he had…fallen against? But Tony was just a few feet away yelling at him, and William was holding his face as if…
William dropped his hand and even from Thomas's distance, he could see a nasty bruise forming. Had Tony hit him? What was going on? Thomas felt like his world was completely turned upside down and all he could do was panic. He and William weren't safe anymore. They should have known living in the tower with the Avengers was too good to be true. But why did they have to tell and hit them? Why couldn't they just tell them to get out? Maybe if Thomas ran, he could grab his brother and go. Anywhere. Somewhere they would–
“Tommy.”
Thomas gasps, the small voice interrupting the panic attack he wasn't even aware he was having, and he looks down to find his baby sister. Lucy. She was tugging insistently on his pants and looking up at him worriedly.
“Bad dweam, Tommy.” She says.
“Wh-what?” 
“Wake up!” She demands.
Thomas gasps and finds himself back in his room, sitting up in his bed and covered in sweat. He looks around as he gathers his bearings, and when he finally calms down enough, he gets out of bed and gingerly walks over to his bedroom door and opens it. Instead of finding Tony yelling at William, he found Stephen reading on the couch and Diana wrestling with Harley. When he finally went downstairs to investigate some more, he actually found Tony and William cooking together. His twin was smiling. There were no bruises. There wasn't a scratch on him.
“Thomas? Are you alright?” Stephen asks and the teen spins around in anewed panic to look at him.
“I…yeah…just had a bad dream.” He mumbles.
“Tommy better?” Lucy sits up from her spot napping on one of the couches and Thomas gapes at her.
Was she actually in his dream? It couldn't be. That was impossible…right? Maybe not. He lives in a tower full of people with different powers, and even Diana was born with magic because she was born from it. Why not Lucy? Even if Valerie was normal, it didn't mean Lucy was too.
“Mom? Is…does Lucy…is it possible for her to have powers?” Thomas stammers out, garnering the sorcerer’s full attention.
“I suppose it is but she hasn't shown any signs. I assumed she was normal like Valerie.” Stephen says slowly after some thought. “Why do you ask?”
“Because the Lucy in my dream helped me wake up. She told me it was a bad dream.” Thomas explains.
“Bad dweam,” Lucy points at him and nods. 
Stephen closes his book and gets up to walk over to Lucy and sit on the couch next to her. “Did you visit Thomas in his dreams?”
“Uh-huh. He scawed.” Lucy answers.
“I wonder…” The sorcerer mumbles to himself. “Lucy, I want you to sit very still. Do you understand?”
When the toddler nods, Stephen starts to cast an intricate spell. Thomas watches curiously as the man continues to draw and summon more runes and circles that made no sense to him, and then they eventually glowed. He watched as Stephen looked at them with raised brows and then the spell dissipated shortly after Tony entered with William.
“We came in here to tell you lunch was ready but now I want to know what you were casting a spell for,” Tony says. 
Stephen looks over at him and laughs. “I can't believe I didn't think to try it before. But when Thomas asked if Lucy could have powers…”
“Honey, I came in at the end of it so I have no idea what you're talking about,” Tony reminds him.
“Thomas. He had a bad dream and said the Lucy in his dream told him it was a nightmare and helped him wake up. Our Lucy said she did it.” Stephen starts and waves toward the little girl. “So I wondered if I could discover any powers she might have with a spell.”
William straightens, intrigue clear on his face. “Does she?”
“She can dream walk,” Stephen confirms.
“That explains a lot,” Harley says after stopping his wrestling match with Diana when they heard the subject. “I've seen her in my dreams like that a couple times before.”
“I have too,” Tony winces. “They're not dreams I would like her to see but I guess it's not up to me.”
“What about Valerie?” Diana wonders. “Does she have powers?”
Stephen tilts his head in thought. “That's a good question. I could use the same spell on her to find out.”
“Topolina!” Tony looks up at the second floor and smiles when Valerie comes out of her room to look down at them.
“Si, Papà?”
“Come down please. Mommy wants to check you for something.”
“Nothing bad, I promise.” Stephen reassures her when worry crosses her features. When she carefully descends the stairs and joins them, Stephen smiles. “Stay very still please.”
“Okay.”
And once again, Stephen was casting his spell, and again it glowed. When it dissipated, the sorcerer sat staring at Valerie for a good long while. 
“Mom?” Thomas says carefully, breaking whatever trance Stephen was in.
“She…does.” He says. “Sort of.”
“Sort of?” Tony asks.
“It's more passive.” Stephen says softly. “She has the power of longevity.”
Everyone stares at Valerie in shock and the little girl looks at her mother curiously. “What's that?”
“It means that unless you get very hurt, you will be around for a very long time.” Stephen tells her.
“Like you and Scott?” Peter asks from his hammock in the corner of the room. Thomas had no idea how long he had been there, but he admittedly wasn't paying attention. Peter had probably been there the entire time and listening intently like the rest of them.
“Yes, exactly.”
“Ughhhh…so much for having normal siblings!” Harley groans dramatically. “You think I'll get my own powers if I swim in some toxic waste or something?” When Stephen gives him the stink eye, he sighs loudly. “I'm only kidding! Sheesh!”
“You've at least got a normal dad,” Tony points out.
“I guess.” 
“Besides, who knows what kind of effect Will has on you,” Thomas says and Tony grimaces.
“Not a thought or image I need, thank you. Now let's go eat lunch.” He says and wraps an arm around William to lead him back into the kitchen. Harley and Diana get up to follow while Peter rolls out of his hammock and fwumps on the floor before practically skipping to the kitchen.
“What was the dream about, Thomas?” Stephen asks and the teen sighs.
“It's…I don't want to think about it. I know it wasn't real now and that's all that matters.” When Stephen gives him a skeptical look, Thomas sighs. “If I keep having the dream, I'll talk about it. But what you would tell me is something we already know.”
“And what would that be?”
“You're in it for the long haul.”
Understanding dawns on Stephen and he nods. “As long as you know.” He gently pats Valerie toward the kitchen and helps Lucy down from the couch. “Let's go eat before Peter eats everything.”
“And me!” Thomas grins and rubs to the table, sitting in his chair in less than a second.
“I thought I told you no running inside!” Stephen calls from the living room.
"Sorry, Mom!"
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elisaphoenix13 · 5 months
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elisaphoenix13 · 5 months
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Peter: I feel bad for gummy bears.
Harley: Why?
Peter: They look so happy...but then I bite their heads off.
Harley: This isn't the candy version of Toy Story.
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elisaphoenix13 · 6 months
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This Family Is Forever
There was always this pleasant feeling of in between that Stephen enjoyed. Not quite asleep but definitely not awake. He was aware of Tony's warm body that he was curled up against, his spouse's soft snores and the rise and fall of his chest where he laid his head. Anything beyond that bubble was non-existent. The weight of Athena and Apollo never processed, no noises outside of their room…just their breathing. Just the warmth they shared. It was a pleasant limbo that Stephen had been enjoying for…however long he had swam into consciousness. If he was conscious. Sometimes the little bubble ended up being a very vivid dream that was eventually unceremoniously popped and he would find himself alone in bed. Alone with his ever loyal wolf still at his feet of course. Tony and Apollo would be long gone if the coldness of the sheets beside him were any indication.
This was real though, Stephen could tell. With just the slightest bit of adjustment, he threw one of his legs over Tony's, and the man instinctively responded by tightening his arm around him and rubbing his thumb along his shoulder. The motion died down after a few seconds and Tony would lie still. Stephen selfishly enjoyed every moment of the peace–
"Mom!" Stephen's eyes snap open when the door flies open, the sound of the rest of the penthouse–namely their children's daily noise–breaks that wonderful bubble and forces the sorcerer out of his stupor. Tony grumbles beside him because he was unceremoniously woken up from his own bubble.
"Nobody lives here by that name," Tony says for him.
"There is when William is being bullied at school!" America retorts.
Of course that immediately got their attention and Stephen was already sitting up. Tony took a few seconds longer, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"How did you find out about this?" Stephen asks as he slips out of bed to follow his newly adopted daughter out of the room. As she led the way to the youngest twin's room, the man mentally kicked himself for ignoring the signs. The boy had been more withdrawn than usual, staying in his room and declining to spend time with the sorcerer like he usually did, whether to read together, practice his magic, or to simply put together a puzzle.
He even openly avoided Harley and Valerie, making them very put out and hurt. If Stephen really thought about it, he could recall that William very gingerly ate his dinner the night before. The conclusion he came to caused him to see red but he stamped the anger down as he and America approached the room. The door was closed and Stephen at least knocked twice before letting himself in, fully expecting the boy to teleport away to escape the situation, but instead he found the boy sitting on his bed looking defeated.
He was clearly tired of hiding the truth or was aware Stephen would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay.
The bruise on his cheek was a clear sign that he wasn't and Stephen's rage boiled in his chest.
"I caught him trying to cover it up," America explains before Stephen can ask. "He's been covering it up for days."
Considering the bruise was still rather dark and large, whatever caused it had to have happened at the beginning of the week. Even more concerning was the fact that Cassie hadn't caught on. She was, unofficially, their eyes on the twins while they were at school because they knew how the boys hid things. It had gotten better, but bullying was something they felt wasn't worth bothering their parents about. Stephen could understand to an extent. Schools had a no bullying policy but never really enforced it, or if they did, suspended both parties and washed their hands of it.
It was Peter all over again. Stephen would have to talk to Tony about the usual funding threat to get the bullying to stop like they had done for Peter. It seemed the only effective solution.
"William," Stephen says softly as he crouches in front of the teen. "What's going on?"
For a moment, William didn't make any indication that he would respond, but finally he said, "they said it's because my parents are both guys."
The words sunk in slowly before finally clicking. William was being bullied because he was gay? And on top of that, because they thought he was gay because of his parents? The notion was laughable considering Cassie had gay parents and she was very happily in a straight relationship with Peter and vice versa. Bullies really reach for a reason to ridicule someone.
"Let me see," Stephen says, reaching up to gently tilt William's head to examine the bruise around his cheekbone. The boy winced at the slightest touch, making the sorcerer frown as he sent some healing magic into it. The color lightened but his body would have to finish the healing itself. "America, will you go run and get some ice please?"
"Yup!" The girl rushes out in an instant.
"I want the names of whoever did this to you and your father and I will take care of this," Stephen tells William, smiling when the boy's eyes widen. "Quietly, I promise. This isn't our first rodeo. What I am curious about is how you managed to hide it from Cassie and Thomas."
"They were home sick the day it happened and you were out doing sorcerer stuff, so when I got home I was able to cover it with some of Cass's make-up," William says quickly, or as Thomas would call it, word-vomiting. "I didn't want to say anything because if you or dad or Harley freak out, then I freak out, and I didn't want you to worry about something so stupid–"
"This isn't stupid," Stephen interrupts sharply as he moves to sit next to William on the bed. "Nothing that hurts you is ever stupid. Even something as small as a paper cut isn't stupid…do you know why?"
William swallows thickly, only looking up when Tony walks in with some ice instead of America, and winces when the older man gently applies it to his face. Tony only let go when William held the ice under his own power and moved his hand to place on top of the boy's dark hair.
"Because you deserve better," Tony answers, having obviously heard what Stephen had said and been updated on the situation by their daughter. "All of you do. Every kid does, really. You and your brother had to take care of each other for a long time because no one else would, but you have this whole new family that would take a bullet for you. Hell, there's even a god downstairs that would blow up the school if you asked him to."
Stephen snorts. "Quill's not going to blow up a school."
"The point," Tony rolls his eyes fondly, continuing. "Is that he would. And if we had you when the snap happened, I would have worked that much harder to get my boys back. Losing Stephen, Harley, and Peter like that…I still have nightmares. And you know what? I have nightmares that it happens to all of my kids. You and Thomas, America, Cassie, the girls…" Tony sighs quietly. "Something that may seem stupid to you, won't be stupid to us. You are our kid and we love you. We want you to be safe, happy, and validated. We want you to feel comfortable calling us if you decide to go out partying without telling us and you end up in some kind of trouble."
William's shoulder slump. "I'm sorry. I just…even after all this time…a part of me is still worried that one little thing will ruin everything."
Tony lifts his head up by his chin and smirks at him. "I told you before and I'll tell you again kid. We're in this for the long haul. There are plenty of actual stupid things Peter and Harley have done that made us want to tear out our hair but they're still here. We still love them. Making mistakes is all a part of growing up. Or, in this case, telling your parents when something not so great is happening at school. Capire?"
William nods. "Yeah."
"Is there anything else you need to talk about or tell us?" Stephen asks.
"No," the teen shakes his head this time. "It's just that, I swear."
"Alright. Do you think you can handle pancakes with some strawberries and whipped cream?" A nod from William sends Stephen out the door to make breakfast, but a near collision with Valerie makes him stop.
"Liam better?" She asks quietly and Stephen smiles and brushes her hair back.
"I think so. Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll play with you until breakfast is ready."
It was enough to make the little girl perk up with a smile before hurrying into William's room, almost running into Tony while doing so. The man was fortunately able to move out of the way and snorted in amusement.
"I'm pretty sure if we did try to get rid of him, your daughter would have something to say about it," Tony jokes and Stephen huffs as he turns and descends the stairs to the kitchen.
"My daughter? Just like Lucy is my daughter when she gets into trouble you put her in?" Stephen challenges.
Tony laughs. "In my defense, Lulu climbs those shelves by herself. She doesn't need any help from me."
"After you taught her to do that, you mean."
"I plead the fifth."
Stephen snorts again and sets about making breakfast while Tony goes in search of their youngest. She was found in the living room watching TV with Diana and America, but was eager to be held by Tony, who returned to the kitchen with her in hand. Lucy was happily rubbing her hands along Tony's goatee with her typical gleeful babbling or an actual English word, and the rest of the kids were slowly leaving their rooms. Probably enticed by the smell of pancakes.
"Quill would blow up the school if it were Cassie," Tony suddenly says.
"Quill would find a way to disintegrate someone with lasers from his eyeballs if someone so much as sneezes in her's or Scott's general direction," Stephen responds flatly.
"Don't give him any ideas," Peter yawns, and plops into a seat at the breakfast counter. "He already gave some guy at her school the side eye when he had to go pick her up when she was sick. Like you said, the poor guy just sneezed."
"Was he sitting next to her?" Tony asks.
"I think so. They were both in the office."
"Then he probably silently accused him of making Miss Sass sick," Tony says. "Quill's planning his demise as we speak."
Stephen rolls his eyes and tunes the two of them out as he finishes breakfast, but keeps an ear out when he hears Harley talking to William. He couldn't hear much of what his oldest was saying, but it was clear that he was fussing over his boyfriend and irritated at whoever hurt him. He was surprised to hear Valerie reprimand Harley for upsetting William because of the fussing.
"If you think Quill's bad, I wouldn't want to get on Valerie's bad side when it comes to William," Stephen says to Tony and Peter. "I'm sure she's ready to push Harley out of the room."
"Val?" Peter gawks and gasps dramatically when Stephen smirks. "What is this world coming to?!"
"I saw a stare down between her and Sam when he tried to talk to Will about something that was obviously upsetting him," Thomas adds nonchalantly as he joins them. "She didn't even glare or anything. Just stared. Sam left."
"Seriously. What's this world coming to?" Peter mumbles and Stephen chuckles.
The twins weren't the only ones learning and growing up it seemed.
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elisaphoenix13 · 6 months
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Hi! So, I noticed that it seems like your Mama Bear AU on AO3 disappeared. I haven't been on AO3 that much for a while, and I was wondering, What happened?
It hasn't actually disappeared! I just made all of my works only available for members because OF COURSE somebody or something had to ruin it for everybody. I was getting AI trolls and harassment about my work not being my own and the only way to stop it was to lock my work for people with accounts only. I'm sorry if this has affected you and others but enough was enough.
Fortunately it is pretty easy to get your own account and I recommend doing so! Especially because I think more and more people are doing the same thing.
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elisaphoenix13 · 6 months
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Mama Bear Prompts?
Hey everyone! I know I've been super quiet lately with no Mama Bear to be seen (not even Antlord stuff), but I've been unmotivated and uninspired. Also I'm always working and only have two days off a week which I use to recuperate. 😅
But I really want to get back into writing stuff and thought MAYBE getting prompts and writing short drabbles for them would get the juices flowing again. So if you have any prompts for me Mama Bear AU about IronStrange, the kids, Antlord, etc...just shoot them into my ask box and I'll see what I can do!
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elisaphoenix13 · 7 months
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Lucy, while in the car: My sandwich is still frozen! Can you defrost it?
Tony: Just wait a few minutes-
*Uncrustable™ flies to the front of the car and lands on the dashboard.*
Lucy: There! The sun will thaw it!
Stephen: We should wear cameras to show what our lives our like with these kids.
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elisaphoenix13 · 8 months
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elisaphoenix13 · 9 months
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The First Mooey Interaction
They didn't know why they hadn't thought of it sooner. Maybe because Tony wasn't that much into the country life-the lake house was country enough for him-or maybe because Stephen was reminded of his not so great childhood. But the way Valerie was attached to that stuffed cow of hers…they knew they had to take her to see a real one. So they pushed their own minor discomfort aside and planned with the rest of the kids while keeping it a secret from Valerie to visit a farm.
She knew something was going on, but even William wouldn't tell her. When she was very obviously hurt about being left out, he assured her that it was a surprise and she wasn't being left out. She still clung to him and Stephen more than usual after that though so it was hard for them to discuss any possible details.
But they made it happen. Tony talked to Clint who had a neighbor that had farm animals and was more than happy to let them visit. So Stephen opened a gateway to Clint's farm for quick travel and they were greeted by the Barton family as well as Kate.
"I really need to remember to give you a call whenever I need to travel," Clint jokes after the gateway closes.
Stephen snorts. "Only for visits and emergencies. I'm not opening a gateway to Hawaii because you want to go on vacation."
"I'll take what I can get." Clint squats down to Valerie's height and smiles. "Hey kiddo, we've got a special surprise for you."
"Surprise?" She asks softly.
"It's a little bit of a walk but I promise it's worth it."
Valerie made a face at the mention of a long walk but it was obvious her curiosity won over.
"No, no Lulu! Stay–and there she goes," Tony suddenly says before Lucy starts running off with a happy screech. Ever the wild child. "Honey, I'm too old to be chasing two year olds."
"Better get your stretches in," Stephen responds with a smirk.
Laura laughs when Tony sighs heavily. "Need some help?"
"I got her!" Thomas exclaims before dashing off. Of course it took under a second for the teen to return with his sister, and she didn't look too happy about her exploration being so rudely interrupted.
"Wanna play!" She whines.
"You'll get to play in just a minute Lulu," Tony says as William picks up Valerie.
"I'll carry you for a little bit. How does that sound?" He asks Valerie.
"Okay Liam."
"Alright, let's get going so the kids actually have time," Clint announces. "Lead the way Barton spawn!"
"Dad…" Lila sighs and rolls her eyes before linking her arm with Diana's.
"Daddy does it too. He calls us a brood." Diana says as the large group starts their way across the fields to cut across to the neighbor's property.
It was at least a mile hike to leave Clint's property and when they got to the trees, there was a demand to take a brief respite at the small creek. Tony and Stephen wholeheartedly agreed since the water babbled so nicely, and the kids were more than happy to splash around in it once Laura reassured them it was safe. Peter and Harley played with the Barton kids and Diana while the twins kept the younger two girls entertained. Lucy took every chance she could to run up, down, across–at some point Tony swore she did a flip but it could have been a very enthusiastic belly flop–and she never seemed to run out of energy.
He thanked whatever god that was listening that Thomas had the ability to keep up with her because he sure as hell didn't. At least Valerie was content to squat near the water and let the water run through her fingers. She even had a frog approach her and inspect her curiously for a couple of minutes before it hopped away.
Tony didn't even bother looking over when one of the older boys yelled before there was a loud splash. Nobody else was alarmed and there was laughing so he simply enjoyed the shade with Stephen. He had to admit that the creek had its own charm compared to the lake and maybe he could put one in on the lake property for the animals. At the very least. Sometimes Athena and Flynn didn't like swimming as much as Emir did and even the kids were rambunctious in the water.
"You're putting a creek in at the lake house aren't you?" Stephen asks, interrupting Tony's thoughts.
"What makes you say that?"
"You have that planning face. Last time you had that look, Lucy had her own bounce house made out of Peter's webs." 
"It was fun!" Thomas says. "Dunno how we didn't stick but it's a quick trampoline without permanently taking up space."
Stephen rubs his eyes. "I'm still waiting to take Lucy in for an emergency visit to Christine."
"Nah, she'll just give you guys premature heart attacks," Harley yells from a few feet away before tripping Peter and making him fall into the creek.
Stephen simply grunted in agreement as the kids continued to play, but eventually Valerie's curiosity won over again and she asked about her surprise soon enough. So the kids wrung out their clothes as best as they could before they continued on. It took another ten minutes to close in on the farm and that's when William picked up Valerie again and Clint asked her to close her eyes. She did so without question and they all quietly entered the barn the neighbor ushered them into (he had been told about the plan and was more than happy to surprise the little girl), and by some miracle, the cows didn't make a single sound except for munching on their hay.
After William carefully set Valerie down, Stephen crouched next to her and said, "alright, you can open your eyes now."
Valerie slowly pulled her hands away from her eyes and all the adults watched in amusement as the curiosity shifted to surprise and then straight to glee as she gasped loudly…
Then screeched happily as she ran up to the closest cow.
It mooed in response and nudged her hands as she pet its nose and as everyone was still recovering from her uncharacteristic outburst. The only one that didn't seem bothered was the neighbor since he simply chuckled at her enthusiasm, but he didn't know Valerie like they did.
"I think it's safe to say that she's happy," Peter says after wincing from his little sister's outburst.
Stephen, on the other hand, was uselessly trying to free his ear of the screech that had been right next to his eardrum. "I didn't even know she could make that noise."
"I'm tempted to buy a cow now," Tony says as he watches Valerie interact with the cow.
"I love her too but no," Stephen sighs. "We'll need to hire a zookeeper at this rate and–" he inhales deeply. "No."
Tony chuckles. "I'll talk to Legolas and his neighbor about visitation rights."
Stephen nods, accepting Tony's kiss, and then joins the kids who had approached the cow to give it their own attention. It mooed happily every once in a while, especially when Valerie started to gently massage its nose and she giggled in response every time. Stephen didn't think any of them had seen her this happy before.
"Mama, look! It's Mooey!" Valerie exclaims, finally turning her attention away from the cow to look at him.
Stephen chuckles. "Do you like your surprise? Daddy and I thought you might like to see a real one."
"Can I have one?" She pouts, making Stephen stiffen minutely and have to mentally tell himself not to give in .
"No, darling, but Daddy is going to see if you can visit."
"She sure can." Clint's neighbor says as he walks over with a smile and crouches down to look at her. "I just talked to your Daddy and I told him that you can come visit whenever you want. It looks like Buttercup here really took a liking to you anyway."
"Did Tony tell you how she will be visiting?" Stephen asks and the farmer stands back up.
"Sure did. Says you have some fancy magic. Few years ago I wouldn't have believed you but after everything that's happened and since meeting the Bartons, I figured anything is possible. Just be sure to give me a call ahead of time so I know to expect you."
"Of course," Stephen says and then smirks. "I'm sure you'll be seeing Valerie often now."
"I'll teach her how to milk Buttercup next time around," the man promises. "Oh, name's Duke by the way. I'd offer you my hand but I've heard enough about you from Clint that I know about your hands."
"I…appreciate your consideration. I suppose you already know my name?"
"Pretty sure I know all of the Avengers by now," Duke laughs. "I even know that you're their matriarch."
Stephen rolls his eyes. "Clint would tell you that."
"No judgment here. You have a happy family and team and that's all that matters." Duke pats Buttercup. "Anyway, if you'd like, you and yours are welcome to stay and see the other animals and we could even gather around a fire. The kids like s'mores right?"
Stephen smiles. "We would love that…but I insist that we buy the s'mores stuff. Half of our kids are supers and two of them eat like three grown men. Not to mention there are thirteen of us."
"Fair enough. Now let's go meet us a pig!" Duke says loudly to gain the kids' attention.
"Piggy!" Lucy screams before bolting out of the barn.
"... we're taking her home covered in mud aren't we?" Stephen sighs as Tony returns, making the older man laugh.
"Oh, without a doubt."
"That's what the hose is for," Harley snickers as he passes them.
"Pretty sure she'll just take another mud bath." Kate points out and Stephen looks at Tony.
"Your daughter."
"Fair enough."
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Hi! I just wanted you to know, you are awesome! I wanted to thank you for all your efforts. It is great to see your work in the Ironstrange fandom. I have read them multiple times and will read them multiple times again! They are some of my favorites! Thank you so much! I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate your work and it means so much to me especially on the hard days! Thank you! ❤️( also ,I am really sorry if this is weird I just recently joined tumblr )
Not weird at all! I'm glad you've enjoyed the series and continue to do so! It always makes me happy when I hear someone is enjoying it after so long!
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Stephen: I am 99.9% sure you're not getting a chainsaw for Christmas.
Harley: But there's still a .1% chance that I will!
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Quill: *opens fridge*
Cassie: What are you looking for?
Quill: I don't know, but I'm pretty sure we don't have it.
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Midnight Tour
No matter how tired Quill was because of work, he always woke up whenever Scott rolled out of bed in the middle of the night. Maybe a part of him was still concerned that the other man had a nightmare about his time in captivity, but those had become rarer and rarer, and he was normally just getting up to go to the bathroom. Tonight was like any other night. Scott rolled out of bed, Quill woke briefly as the bed shifted, and then he rolled over and went back to sleep when he realized the disturbance was only his husband.
Even Flynn and Emir were unperturbed by their nightly bathroom breaks so they continued to sleep.
But then Quill was woken again, and before he could figure out what had disturbed him, he noticed that Scott's side of the bed was still empty. Not that weird. Emir might have attempted to find a new comfortable spot at the foot of the bed. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed that Cassie stood next to his side of the bed.
"Wha's wrong?" Quill slurs tiredly. "Can't sleep?"
"I think Dad is sleep walking," Cassie says quietly. "He walked into my room and said something about…collars? Then he left."
Quill swears softly and throws his blankets off to follow Cassie out of the bedroom. Her assumption had been correct. Scott was found wandering down in the living room, relocating pillows into odd places like the fake house plant that Emir had some kind of one sided rivalry with, and then he started muttering to himself. Standing in the middle of the room.
Quill was barely able to make out "birds are spies" and while he wanted to laugh, he simply rubbed his face before patting Cassie's shoulder.
"I'll take care of him Sunshine. You get back to bed."
Cassie frowns. "Do you think it was one of his nightmares? I've heard stress makes people sleepwalk sometimes."
"I dunno. Maybe it's the project he's working on right now." Quill muses. "He's been practically pulling out his hair over it."
"Maybe both."
Quill chose not to answer her because that was a depressing thought. While Scott's nightmares were few and far between now, they did seem to rear their ugly head whenever he was overly stressed. Sleepwalking was new though. Scott talked in his sleep on occasion but moving around…
He shook the thought away and descended the stairs as Scott started to take the batteries out of one of the remotes. Quill had no idea what he was going to do with them, but he didn't want to end up dealing with batteries up the nose. Anything was possible at this point.
But Scott simply inspected them, then apparently deemed them unworthy and threw them over his shoulder where they clattered on the carpet with a dull thud. The remote was placed back on the coffee table and Scott turned his attention to the couch. Specifically one of the cushions. When he began to pull it off and unzip the cover, Quill walked over and gently shook Scott's shoulder. The man paused and stared at the cushion in his hands and then glanced up at Quill in confusion.
"...what happened?" Scott mumbles.
"You just decided to take a midnight tour," Quill answers. "Did you have that dream again?"
Scott scrunches his eyebrows in thought. "I…think so?" He admits. "It's already starting to slip away."
"Okay. Cassie said you walked into her room saying something about collars. You okay?"
"Yeah," Scott returns the couch cushion to its proper place and allows Quill to lead him back up to their room. Cassie had gone to bed. "It didn't stick."
The nightmare didn't follow Scott into the waking world, which was good news. The nightmare hadn't affected him like that for over a year now and so the younger man wasn't waking up in terror. The nightmare was already becoming a distant memory.
"Hey buddy, isn't it your job to look after Scott?" Quill says to Emir who barely cracks an eye open to look at him. If he squinted in the darkness of the room, Quill could make out Flynn's ears peeking over the tiger's side. No doubt snuggling against the beast's belly since the god had gotten up from bed.
"I'm fine," Scott reassures Quill as they crawl back into bed. "Confused about the couch cushion, but fine."
Quill snorts in amusement. "I don't know what you were doing with it either, but we might need to put some new batteries in the tv remote."
Scott groans and throws the duvet over his head, "I don't want to know."
"It was kind of funny. Might see if Friday or Victor have a recording." Quill teases before laying on his side and pulling Scott flush against him. The younger mumbles something in annoyance that Quill didn't quite catch, but he laughed all the same. "Go to sleep, Pidge. And no dreams about tea parties with Satan."
"Shut up."
The next day, Scott finally finished his newest project and sent the plans to Luis to handle, and Quill congratulated him with a kiss…and then held out his hand. Two batteries laid in his palm and Scott gave him a look of mild irritation. Watching Scott find the new adjustments he made to their floor was hilarious and of course Quill had to make an occasional teasing statement. Such as the pillow in the house plant.
You just wanted it to be comfortable, babe. Since Emir has something against it.
They found the dining room table facing a corner.
Mom was probably astral projecting and you gave him a timeout?
"So what's your clever input for the batteries?" Scott asks flatly as he takes them.
"Common sense actually. We've been smashing the buttons of the remote for a week now and you were probably just subconsciously changing the batteries." Quill shrugs. "Or at least taking them out. You got bored halfway through."
"Awesome."
Cassie laughs from the direction of the kitchen. "Dad! You put your pants in the freezer!"
Quill cackles. "He was just preparing for when I–"
"No! Shut up!" She screeches. "Ewwwww the image is ingrained in my mind!"
"You love me!" Quill calls out.
"Not right now I don't!"
"Quill, stop traumatizing her." Scott huffs. "You keep this up and she'll never make you food again."
"...good point. I don't think I could live without her macaroni salad." Quill admits. "Or her chili…or her baked cheesecake! I swear she pulls that from heaven or something!"
Scott snorts and grabs a napkin from the nearby holder and hands it to Quill. "You got a little drool there big guy."
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Hey, just letting you guys know that my rabbit Rosco has crossed over the rainbow bridge this morning. It hurt to lose him since I've had him for a little over 5 years since he was a baby. I'm going to get him cremated and my mom is going to front me for it until I can pay her back. If you would like to help out for the vet bills and cremation I owe her for, you're welcome to and I would appreciate the help, if not that's okay too. I do finally have a job, it will just take me a little while to pay her back but fortunately she won't be charging me interest.
Anyway, here's a couple pictures of Rosco. 🥹
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The Not So Secret Life Of Misfits
"Don't you guys have people to do this? Or at least have it delivered?"
Stephen sighs softly as America follows him down the bread aisle of the grocery store. She had mentioned that while he was not the same Stephen she had known, he was still who she was used to and was sticking to his side for the better part. It didn't bother him, especially since he was used to it with Valerie, and the little girl was more attached to him than America was being. America was still adjusting.
Suddenly having rich parents was definitely an adjustment. Stephen remembered how every single one of the boys had their own way of getting used to things. 
"We usually have it delivered, but sometimes I need to pick up a couple of things and it's nice to get away from the chaos." Stephen finally answers as he grabs a few loaves of bread.
"So…I'm still a little confused. How many kids do you have?" America asks while leaning against the cart. She quickly decides to take it for a joyride instead and rides it up and down the aisle as Stephen looks at the bagels.
"Depends on what you mean." Stephen says.
"Well, I heard Tony call Cassie your kid but she doesn't stay upstairs with us. And then that girl…Kate? She comes over this morning and calls you Mom." America looks at him sheepishly when she accidentally runs the cart into Stephen's hip but he just puts his things into it.
It hadn't been the first time he was hit by a shopping cart. Peter was the first and the rest followed. Every single one of them decided at one point to take the cart for a joy ride and ran into him, except William and Valerie of course. Lucy hadn't yet but it was only a matter of time.
"In that case I have…" Stephen stops to think about it, counting under his breath. "Thirteen? Including you?"
America gapes at him. "What, so you have more?"
"Yes. They're called the Avengers." Stephen snorts, leading the way to the next aisle and leaving America to follow with the cart.
"I thought Bucky was joking when he called you Mom."
"It started off that way, but it sort of stuck."
"Do you like it? Being Mom?" America asks softly and Stephen looks at her after grabbing some cereal.
The question threw Stephen for a loop. Nobody had asked him the question. At least not directly. The closest anyone ever got to it was Peter and that was just to ask him if it was really okay to call Stephen "mom" after his slip up all those years ago. Now that he stopped to think about it for a moment, he couldn't see his life any differently. He loved his kids, his husband, even the Avengers. It was a family he didn't dare think of giving up for anything. It made him sympathetic to America's situation. The poor girl had bounced around countless universes until she heard of this one. One where she thought she could have a chance to have a family again.
And when they welcomed her with open arms, it left her reeling. Hence the questions.
"I do actually." He answers. "Does it bother you?"
America shakes her head immediately with wide eyes. "No! It's just…an adjustment compared to the you I knew. I don't feel like a burden here. Am I?"
"No." Stephen says immediately. "You're not a burden. Don't ever think you are. It took a lot of reassuring for the boys to not feel that way anymore when we took them in."
For the next few minutes, America follows him in comfortable silence as they shop, until they get to the dairy section.
"I know you said you come to get away from the chaos, but how come you brought all of the kids?" Just as the last word leaves America's mouth, Diana runs over with a bag of goldfish crackers, putting them in the cart when Stephen nods.
"Where's your sister?" Stephen asks.
"Sissy is coming. She saw you walk down here and said to go ahead. She said she needs to grab some toothpaste for Uncle Scott and Uncle Quill." Diana answers.
Stephen hums in acknowledgement and turns his attention back to America. "Because my kids scatter and find a snack they want. They don't cause trouble…at least not anymore."
"Oh…makes sense I guess. But not Lucy?"
"Lucy is content to stay at home with Tony and get covered in grease," Stephen rolls his eyes. "It's probably for the best anyway. She's very…energetic."
"Mom's just afraid that Lucy will climb the shelves and then jump off with that happy screech she has." Cassie elaborates when she walks over and America laughs.
"Yeah I did see her climbing the bookshelves the other day."
"We have to keep her away from the personal gym too," Thomas adds when he seemingly appears out of nowhere with white cheddar cheez-its and mumbles, "There was an incident with the pool."
Cassie powers his voice to say, "Lucy jumped in without a care in the world like she usually does. No life vest or floaties so she sank to the bottom immediately. We've…never seen Mom so freaked out."
"He jumped in after her before any of us could even react and kept her at his side for the rest of the day." Thomas adds. "We heard him having a nightmare that same night."
"He had a nightmare?" Cassie whispers.
Stephen froze while reaching out for some butter. Despite Cassie and Thomas's attempt to tell the story quietly, the sorcerer still heard their words and had to take a moment to collect himself. The pool incident was still fairly recent so it was still fresh in his mind, and it made his chest tighten. He had gone in after Lucy without a second thought and she had been unperturbed by the situation, but to Stephen, it was almost like reliving a memory.
A memory that still haunted him after almost 20 years when a similar situation arose. It happened before with Peter at the lake house, and now with Lucy at the pool…
"He's right here and he can hear you." Stephen sighs, finally tossing the butter into the cart. "America, why don't you find a snack you like?"
Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. "Really? Any snack?"
"Yeah! I always get the white cheddar cheez-its. They're like crack to me." Thomas cackles. "Will and Val get strawberries and whipped cream. They do everything and share everything together if Val isn't attached to Mom."
"I noticed. You know, when I first got here, I thought she was actually William's," America says and Stephen covers his face with his hand. "I was like, wow, talk about a teen dad, but then I realized…siblings. Would have thought Cassie and Diana were mother and daughter if the age wouldn't have been so weird."
Cassie blushes. "Oh geez, no. I helped Tony…raise her…but you know. I helped however I could since…the snap."
America nods. "Yeah…I was told about that. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"It's okay. I think we've all healed and moved on from it now." Cassie smiles.
"Sissy and I will help you find a snack!" Diana finally says after listening to the older kids converse with each other.
"Sure. I gotta see the weird foods here anyway."
Cassie laughs. "No, you gotta save the weird foods for when I drag Papa shopping. He saw cotton candy flavored grapes and had an aneurysm."
"Please take me on your next shopping trip with him," America laughs as she walks away with the girls.
In the meantime, Stephen finishes in the dairy aisle and leaves Thomas to push the cart after him as he leads them to the drinks. The kids wanted a movie night and so they needed drinks and popcorn, one of the reasons Stephen brought them with him. Harley and Peter were charged with finding the popcorn, but after that? He just prayed to the Vishanti that they really had grown out of their public shenanigans.
"Do you think coffee would make me travel at light speed?" Thomas asks and Stephen snorts.
"I'm sure your body metabolizes it faster than it can set in, but I still wouldn't want to risk it."
"Pietro taught me how to run through walls. He says the laws of physics don't always apply to us when we run. Like running on water or running through thin walls." Thomas explains. "Brick walls are still too hard for me."
Stephen glances at his son and raises an eyebrow. "Remind me to ground him when we get home. You should ask before testing anything like–"
"I did! I asked Dad! He set up some things we can try." Thomas reassures quickly.
Not that Stephen wasn't sure it was something to be relieved about. Tony was a fantastic father, but sometimes even his genius brain took a break and didn't think things through. But since Thomas had yet to come to him with a concussion, he assumed Tony and Pietro were being somewhat responsible.
With Lucy though, Stephen was still convinced that Tony had blown out her eardrums while working in the lab with her. Whether from blasting music or from blowing things up. But Bruce had checked out her ears for her and said Lucy was fine. Maybe the little girl just had selective hearing when it came to Stephen. She listened when he was stern, but usually if he asked her nicely to please not wipe her boogers on Levi, it went in one ear and out the other.
There was also the time she tried to climb the railing of the stairs just so she could slide down. Fortunately Rhodey had been visiting and put a stop to that pretty quickly.
"Just…please be careful." Stephen finally says. "I'd rather not have to use a jackhammer to dig my child out of bricks."
Thomas grins. "You might not have to. Pretty sure Yelena could headbutt a brick wall and make it crumble like sand."
"Speaking of Yelena, remind me to talk to her and Kate about their not so private…trysts." Stephen motions to some drinks for Thomas to grab and put on the bottom of the cart. "Your brother did one of those panic flusters when he walked in on them. Closed the door while he was still in the room and then apparently turned so red that a sunburn would have been jealous and teleported away."
"Was that the day he called from Japan?" Thomas bursts into laughter then yelps when Stephen smacks the back of his head. "I love him but he's such a ditz sometimes."
"Yelena thought it was hilarious too," Stephen drawls. "Now go round up the brood. I'm finished."
Thomas salutes. "Yes, sir!"
"And never do that again."
"Peter and Harley are right. It's fun to see you make that face." Thomas dodges Stephen's next swipe and jogs off hollering for his siblings, which makes Stephen rub the bridge of his nose.
The twins had certainly come out of their shells. And unfortunately that meant that their older brothers were rubbing off on them. At least William still had some modicum of respect for Stephen and Tony. He had his moments of sass but it was still in the respectable range. Thomas, on the other hand, was teetering dangerously on Harley's end of the spectrum. Even going so far as to run literal circles around their resident god.
Sometimes even Sam after he heard the story about how he and Steve first met. Sam was less than pleased with the outcome and Steve always got a good laugh out of it.
Stephen was fairly certain that Thomas used his speed to his advantage when he wasn't in view anymore, because the sorcerer was surrounded by all of the kids before he was even halfway to the front of the store. They were all chattering about at least three different subjects and none of them needed his immediate attention so he tuned them out. He simply pushed the cart to an open register, let the kids unload it onto the belt, and waited for the cashier to ring him up so he could pay and go home. Tea and that piece of chocolate cake he had put into the cart were starting to sound heavenly.
"Dude...I just found Peeps flavored Pepsi," Harley announces and Cassie laughs, taking it from him and putting it on the belt.
"Just when Papa thinks the grocery store won't traumatize him anymore." Cassie grins.
"Babe, that's savage." Peter laughs.
"Busy day, Dr. Strange?" The cashier asks and Stephen snorts humorously.
"Believe it or not, this is a calm day."
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