Dad... National Ice Cream Day|Tony Stark x Reader|
Peter looked into his father's office, where he was still sporting bruises from Siberia. He didn't know what happened, why his former uncle beat the hell out of his father when he'd gone to help him in the first place. Was Steve really that upset about Dad not listening to what he had to say in Germany? 'Cause if that was the case, pot please meet kettle.
But Steve was gone, and Dad was here. And Dad's happiness mattered so much more than anything. Rhodey couldn't walk anymore, and Mom...
Peter shook his head and locked that thought back deep in inside his mind. Not the time. The teen stepped inside of the office, Dad glancing up at him from the letter he was currently reading. Tony quickly folded the letter back up and leaned back in his chair to give Peter his full attention.
"Hey Pete." Tony managed a small smile. Peter sat in front of him and fiddled with some of the knickknacks on the desk.
"Hey Dad." He said softly. "Uh..."
"Do you need anyth