Hi! :) Sorry this took so long - it’s been a… busy week.
Darcy walked in with Marie on her hip, scowling. “I don’t like it,” she stated.
Tony didn’t look away from the coffee machine. “No one did. Everyone was very unhappy.”
"I have a bad feeling," she added.
Tony groaned. “And now I like it even less.” He grabbed his coffee and downed it quickly. “I need a distraction,” he declared, turning to face her.
"Didn’t Bucky and Steve put a workshop-"
"Yes, yes." He waved impatiently. "And JARVIS is enforcing it, the traitor. So. Other distraction."
He looked around, eyes distant and thinking, until they settled on Marie. He got a sudden contemplative look.
Darcy eyed him.
"Hey," he said slowly.
Tony grinned. “So I was thinking…”
Natasha was limping. Steve was covered in dried, flaking mud. Bucky’s shoulder ached from being popped back into place.
The mission had not been a particularly good one, even if they’d technically gotten what they went for in the end.
They all stilled when stepping into the common room. Darcy stared from the other side of a mini-mountain of shopping bags. “Uh. Hi.” Then she frowned, focusing on Natasha. “Nat?”
"Is that a slide?"
"Tony," Steve sighed.
Tony sat up, carefully holding Marie in place as he did. “Yes Steve?”
"Why did you buy a slide?"
"For Marie, for sliding. Why else, Steve?" Tony rolled his eyes.
Bucky’s narrowed. “Is it at all related to the flowers downstairs?”
"Flowers, what makes you think that." Tony looked away, reaching over and grabbing something. "Look Marie, an Iron Man themed ball!" He paused, looking thoughtful.
"I wonder if…"
"No," Natasha and Steve both said.
Tony rolled his eyes at them. “Spoilsports.” He laid back down, hand on Marie to safely keep her upright.
Natasha raised a brow at Darcy.
"Shopping therapy," she said seriously. Then she grinned wickedly. "You should see the stuff in our rooms."