Stephen: Where Are You Going? Tony: Hell, Eventually.

I'd like to think that Mobius has some pretty nice handwriting and Loki adores it.

For example, he asks Loki to look over his notes for a case to either catch him up or is just in need of a second pair of eyes. Loki tries to read it but is honestly distracted by the simple yet elegant swoop and swirl of each letter. Instead of actually reading the notes he finds himself staring, scanning over every word and every letter- intricate yet carefree.

'Beautiful as though it was poetry in itself, a unity of sorts,' Loki thinks to himself.

"So what do you think? " Mobius drags him back to reality and Loki gets flustered not realizing what he's been doing until he's been doing it for too long.

"Oh- yes quite right, it looks fine." He hands back the notes hastily, overcome with feeling warm he avoids looking at Mobius. "I'm going to check on another file," he says leaving Mobius at their table confused beyond all measure.

New intern: here you go Mr stark,

goes to hand something to tony

Tony: I don't like getting handed-

Peter: grabs whatever the intern was holding

Peter: thank you, josh!

New intern: your welcome, mini stark.

The intern walks off as Tony just looks at Peter astounded

Tony: mini stark?

Clint coming out the vents

Clint: oh yeah..everyone in the tower thinks he's your son.

Tony: and you guys haven't thought to correct them?

Clint: honestly..we though so too.

Peter: me too.

Tony: PETER?!-

Stephen: *slams books down in front of Tony*

Stephen: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.

Tony: You could of said literally anything else.

Stephen: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.

Tony: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

New headcanon of the day:

Goody two shoes Peter parker got suspended only once in his life

Tony had to pick Peter up

When he asked the admin assistant what happened she brings out the incident report

Tony:...Peter got suspended..

The assistant: Mhm.

Tony: because he yelled at his science teacher for calling me 'not a real scientist '

Tony helping Stephen to sleep? Hope you have fun at con!!

Con was awesome! And you have reminded me that I need to blot my face out of some photos so that I can share. 😀  Plus, the swag report! Although most of the swag is for another fandom, because there’s not much Stephen stuff out there (though I did get two things!). 

Anyway, ficlet!

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There was something particularly awful about a nightmare that prevented you from sleeping. At least if the damn thing woke Stephen up he’d gotten a couple of hours. At least if his dreaming mind inflicted it on him, it was involuntary. But to lie there, awake, and still be thinking about it was infuriating. Which did not make sleeping any easier.

Sighing, Stephen sat up and pulled on a dressing gown. Maybe a hot drink would help him relax. Or some reading.

But when his bedroom door swung open, Wong was standing on the threshold, arms crossed. Stephen did <i>not</i> jump. “Wong! What are you doing?”

“Making sure that you sleep.”

Stephen groaned, rubbing at sore eyes. “If I could, I would.”

“You know what will help,” Wong said, unmoved.

Stephen flushed, but didn’t try to pretend he didn’t understand. They’d both lost patience with that song and dance. “He’s not a sleep aid. And it’s two in the morning.”

Wong raised his hands and started casting a portal.

“What are you doing?!” Stephen yelped.

“Countering your objections,” Wong said. 

The portal bloomed open, revealing Tony’s workshop. The man himself was sprawling in a rolling chair, looking up at projected blueprints. He didn’t seem at all surprised when he turned to look through the portal. “Nightmare?”

Wong answered before Stephen could. “Nightmares would require him to sleep at all.”

Stephen shot Wong a glare before turning to Tony. “I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Hey, I meant it when I said any time,” Tony said. “You got pajamas I can borrow, or should I grab some?”

“I have some,” Stephen said. He refused to look at Wong even as Tony stepped through the portal and Stephen felt the tension easing out of his neck and shoulders and… well, everything. 

Later, head resting on Tony’s chest, the man’s heart beating reassuringly in his ear, eyes already drooping, Stephen decided that this was worth Wong’s inevitable ‘I told you so.’

Maybe even a few times over.

Kate: I just kept talking, I couldn’t stop!

Clint: Isn’t that, I dunno, life for you?

peter, in the lab with tony: can you get me ice cream?

tony: your legs work get it yourself

peter: but it tastes better with the flavor of parental obligation on top :(

[ Someone says something 15/18+ ]

Steve: The children are here.

Kate: I'm twenty-fucking-three.

Wanda: I'm russian.

Tony: Peter is from Queens.

Peter: I've got nothing to say abt that.

Harley: I'm much worse then all of you.

Wade: You're not counting me as a child anymore.

Clint: Why the hell we adopted them?

Kate: *blink blink*

Clint: Oh yeah, nevermind.

Bonus

Sam: I thought the hawk girl is like, twelve.

Bucky: How they all ended up here?

Natasha: Since when there's so many kids?

Bruce: the real treasure was the memories we made along the way

Thor: i almost died

Loki: *wiping away a tear* that was my fondest memory