Twins! And whoever wants to hang on the dock, really
The wood was hot to his toes, and Tony had to quickly scamper across the dock before he felt his feet start frying, without an inch of shade in any direct path across the whole vast expanse of it to offer relief. At the end of it, carefully situated for sunbathing purposes away from the clusters of chairs and sun umbrellas that might impede a perfectly even tan, were annoyingly arbitrarily placed lounge chairs, all spaced out and aligned unevenly. As Tony climbed up onto the safety of one of them, away from the sizzling surface of the dock, he glared around at the others like he could will them into neat, geometric rows with his mind, before accepting that it was far too hot for that down here. The lake only gave the slightest breeze of relief, making Tony pop another button at his collar before he relaxed back and looked to his other side at Pietro laid out on a towel.
"Looking a little crispy, dude," he advised, lip raising at the red already starting to stand out on Pietro's pale back. "Time to flip." That served two purposes; evening out the burn, and Tony could hand him half of the popsicle he had just cracked, already starting to melt in the summer heat. He settled into his seat with his popsicle his face turned up towards the sun, eyes closed and rapidly checking the multiple processes he had left running.