Yes. This week had, thus far, been pretty fun. Really, it had. Tony loved playing with little Gwen and carting her around everywhere even though it was clearly just spoiling her because she was more than capable of walking (and running and jumping and climbing) all on her own, and he loved offering Natasha freedoms she'd never had before and candied cereal to go with them. And Steve --
Well. Steve was very well behaved and cute, in any case.
Steve was the only part of this week that Tony wasn't enjoying, and it was no fault of Steve's. He really was a perfect kid. But that he was a kid at all was pretty problematic for Tony.
So, while Gwen was out playing with little Peter and Natasha was off doing god knew what, Tony decided now was the best time to get some work done in his shop. It was nice to feel normal, with just his 'Bots and AIs to keep him company.
Until a tiny, tiny version of himself walked in anyway. And oh, boy, Tony had kind of been avoiding that one. For a lot of reasons. "Uh -- hello?"