Father/Daughter Woods BadASS Time
"I'm willing to share," Tony said, aiming at one, two, three creatures and taking them out in loud, whining bursts. "So long as it finds it's way back into my bathroom." Not because Tony was concerned about wandering off into the upstairs land to find something in that bathroom, but because he had a feeling that one item would turn to several and then he might as well just let Steve keep the downstairs bathroom while Tony and Gwen shared exfoliant soaps, skin masks and the occasional bathbomb.
Look. Tony made no effort to hide the fact that he made a big deal about his appearance and was kind of ridiculous about it. But it was nice to pretend he didn't all while in the comfort of his own bathroom at ass-o'clock at night.
"But I could do another spa-day. Shame we're out of legos." Only because the Avenger's lego compound was set up on display in the living room, finished and stupidly cute. "It was --" he paused, HUD scanning where she'd just pointed. "Ahah! Door!" He said, but just to be safe, because these doors tended to lie and not go where they wanted, he plucked Gwen up on his fly to, and through the thing. They'd go together, or not at all.