Fury and Tony sitting at a desk, A-R-G-U-I-N-G, First comes threats, then comes murder
Fury was tired of Tony Stark, the man who never did what he was told, unless Rogers, Barnes or Miss Potts was involved. The last Avengers de-brief had gone on for 8 hours because of that man.
Fury had only just returned from a three-week Shield/Government conference, to find one Tony Stark curled up under his desk sleeping. It was almost like the man was 6 again and Howard (The Fool) had decided it would be a good Idea to leave his son in the care of some secret Agents.
Agent Carter had lost the boy in 10 minutes, the entire agency undertook a search to find the brat without informing Howard, (Howard + Lost Child = Fury's or Peggy Carters Death), 5 hours later they found the boy under Fury's desk.
Though now that Stark was older, hurting him wasn't a bad thing, so Fury kicked Stark's shins in a lazy attempt to wake him.
"Oww, Fuck" THUMP "Fucking desk, fucking head, pain" was Starks response
Fury grinned "Why are you under my desk Stark?" he asked, enjoying the other mans pain
After extracting himself from the desk Stark sat on the other side of the desk, then because Fury has terrible luck, pulled out actual palm cards.
"Palm Cards?"
Stark just nodded
"Why?" he asked
Now Stark grinned "Well you see Uncle Nick, I have some good and bad news"
And wasn't that a blast from the past, Stark hadn't called him Uncle Nick since he was 10 and still in secret Shield training cause Peggy could kill them if she found out.
"Do I get to pick what news I want first?" he asked,
Stark thought about it, for some reason before nodding
"Bad"
The wolfish smirk was unsettling "Well Uncle Nick, I am buying the Avengers from you"
Now Fury allowed himself to smile "And that's bad because?" he prompted
Stark looked annoyed "Wait your not upset, are you"
He shook his head
Stark sighed "Well fuck you then, but back to the delivery of news, So yes buying the Avengers, because you can no longer send Steve or Buckaroo on missions"
"Why?" he asked
Now once again Stark smiled "That's the good news, they can't go on any more missions for you because I happen to be with child, and oh oh oh before I forget I have a favour to ask you"
Fury blinked in surprise "You're pregnant?"
Stark nodded
He sighed "What favour"
Stark smiled softly "Well since you did such a good job ensuring that I didn't you know, die or some other shit when I was a kid, I was wondering if you would be the kids Godfather, you know, continue the tradition"
That sentence also brought back memories, of Howard asking that he do the same thing for Tony, be his godfather
"Yes, I will ensure the child isn't killed by your stupidity" Though the spite was removed by the fact that he couldn't stop himself smiling
Stark fist pumped before leaving, prompting Fury to remember what had started the entire conversation
"Wait Stark, why were you asleep under my desk?"
"Cause it's comfortable under there" The man who only served to annoy called back over his shoulder.