Teddy + Tech = Disaster Incoming
Tony wanted to show around the penthouse after Dinner.
Now after getting to see the living, dinner and the rooms they finally moved to Tony's private lab.
The moment the doors parted, Teddy gasped in sheer wonder, his little fingers tightening around Harry’s hand as his wide green eyes darted around the room.
“Whoa…” Teddy breathed, tilting his head back as he took in the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glowing interface panels, and the countless pieces of tech scattered across the space.
Teddy loved new places, especially when they were big, shiny, and full of buttons. Stark Tower was all three.
“Daddy, this place looks like a spaceship!”
Harry, standing beside him with his usual composed elegance, gave an amused hum.
“It does, doesn’t it?” he murmured before glancing at Tony, who was watching them both with his usual air of casual interest.
“I assume you don’t mind a little curiosity?”
Tony smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Curiosity’s fine. Breaking expensive things? Less fine.”
He crouched slightly to Teddy’s level. “So, kiddo, how good are you at not touching things?”
Teddy blinked up at him. “…I don’t know, Grandpa Tony. I never tried.”
Harry sighed, already seeing where this was going.
Tony let out a bark of laughter. “At least you’re honest,” he said, standing up straight.
“Alright, ground rules—try not to touch anything that looks too important, and if something starts beeping, that’s usually a bad sign.”
Teddy grinned. “Got it!”
Harry wants pinch the bridge of his nose but said and did nothing.
Teddy gasped. “There are robots here!”
Tony winked. “ They are the Cool ones.”
Despite the initial agreement, it took less than five minutes before trouble found them.
Teddy had wandered over to one of Tony’s holographic workstations, where floating projections flickered and shifted with precision.
It was glowing, moving, calling to him. With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he stretched out a small hand and poked the nearest button.His little fingers reached out, curious—just a tiny poke—
The interface flickered wildly. Text and data scrolled at rapid speeds.
Instantly, blueprints of the Iron Man suit flickered to life above the table. Numbers, schematics, and dangerously confidential files filled the air.
Harry froze.
Tony blinked.
Teddy yelped and quickly stepped back, hiding his hands behind his back.
That was when FRIDAY’s voice chimed in, thoroughly unimpressed.
"Boss, your grandson appears to be attempting to hack into your security systems. Should I be concerned?"
Tony’s eyebrows shot up, and he turned just in time to see Teddy standing stiffly in front of the console, looking incredibly guilty.
He gave the biggest, most innocent smile he could muster. “Umm… it was an accident?”
“Teddy.” Harry’s voice was calm, but firm—the kind of tone that made it clear there were no excuses.
The little boy winced, shoulders hunching slightly. “I… I just wanted to see if I could make the blue lights move,” he admitted softly.
Harry sighed, crossing his arms. “And what’s the rule about touching things without permission?”
“…Don’t do it?”
Harry arched an eyebrow.
Teddy sighed dramatically. “Don’t do it even if it looks really cool?”
Harry nodded. “Exactly.”
Looking properly chastised, Teddy turned to Tony with his best remorseful expression. “I’m sorry, Grandpa Tony. I didn’t mean to mess up your stuff.”
Tony, who was mostly amused at the situation, waved a hand. “Eh, no harm done. Just—maybe don’t go poking glowing buttons in a genius billionaire’s tower. That’s how people end up accidentally launching things. If you had accidentally launched a missile or something, then we’d have a problem.”
Teddy gasped. “Wait, can you actually do that?!”
"Not anymore," FRIDAY quipped dryly.
Harry gave Tony a look.
Tony grinned. “Relax, it’s all locked down. Mostly.”
Teddy pouted. “I just wanted to see if I could make the blue lights move…”
Harry sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “Teddy, you cannot just—”
Tony held up a hand. “Nah, let the kid have his fun—with supervision.” He leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Besides, if he’s got an interest in tech, who better to teach him?”
Teddy perked up instantly. “Really?! You’d teach me?!”
“Sure, why not? But first, ground rules—no touching without asking, no hacking my systems, and absolutely no giving FRIDAY bad ideas.”
Teddy’s eyes sparkled. “You think I could give FRIDAY ideas?!”
FRIDAY sighed. “I respectfully request that the small one does not contribute to Stark-level chaos.”
Harry gave Tony a flat look. “You are a terrible influence.”
Tony grinned. “That’s what family’s for.”
(Damn if it didn't hit the bullseye)
Harry sighed but couldn’t entirely hide the small, indulgent smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"what do you like, Harry? Hobbies, favorite foods, anything that isn’t classified or people watching?”
(This is the second time Tony is asking this question.
Really Tony is running out of questions that can be asked without looking like he's pushing too much)
“Tea,” he said after a moment. “Good books. Sparring, when I have time.”
Tony gave him a look. “Tea, books, and sparring. You sound like a very refined secret agent.”
(Peter and Ned frantically nodding: Very True
Natasha:*approves*
Fury: He would make a goddamn good spy.
Tony: *excited* can he out spy you?!!
Fury:......
Natasha: *smirks*)
Harry smirked slightly. “I prefer ‘consultant.’”
( Harry: I'm not a secret agent.
Just an ex rebellion leader now a secret world leader)
Teddy, happily looking around, piped up, “Daddy’s really good at fighting! But he always says fighting is a last resort, so I gotta learn other things first.”
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Smart policy.”
Tony perked up after a bit. “You said you like science, What kind?”
Harry chuckled lightly, sipping his tea. “A bit of everything, really. I like understanding how things work.”
“Sounds like you got the Stark genes after all,” Tony mused, then grinned at Teddy. “And you, little guy? Got a favorite subject yet?”
Teddy beamed. “Art! And stories! And I wanna learn how to build cool stuff, like you!”
Tony clutched his chest dramatically. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
Harry rolled his eyes, but there was warmth in his gaze.
“Alright, so what’s the verdict? Do we call it a night, or do we fully commit to this bonding thing with a movie?”
Teddy lit up, bouncing in his seat. “Movie!”
Harry chuckled, already expecting this. “What are you suggesting?”
Tony smirked, standing up. “Kid’s choice.”
Teddy gasped dramatically. “Any movie?!”
“Yep,” Tony confirmed. “Any movie you want, buddy.”
“Can we watch a Disney movie?!”
Tony gave him a mock-serious look. “I like the way you think, kid. FRIDAY, queue up The Lion King.”
"Classic choice, boss," FRIDAY remarked, the lights dimming as the massive screen in Tony’s home theater flickered to life.
Teddy was thrilled and immediately climbed onto the couch, settling between Tony and Harry. “Daddy, you’re gonna love it!”
Harry smirked slightly. “I’ve already seen it.”
(He had seen it on a rare quiet day with Teddy and Andy.
Teddy was only 6 months old, so he won't remember.
It was his first time watching something without fear of being found out by his uncle)
Teddy gasped in pure betrayal. “Without me?!”
“I was a kid once too, you know,” Harry pointed out.
(Lie.
I must not tell lies
The back of his gloved left hand seemed to burn. )
Teddy huffed before settling against his father’s side, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to his chest. “Well, you have to watch it with me again.”
Harry smiled indulgently, running a hand through Teddy’s hair. “Of course.”
Tony watched the interaction, his heart clenching a little. Harry was a damn good dad.
(I need to do my best for him too.
I'll never be Harward.)
As the movie played, Teddy reacted to everything.
He gasped dramatically when Simba was introduced, cheered when Mufasa appeared, and then leaned forward with wide, fascinated eyes during “Circle of Life.”
Tony found himself more entertained by the kid than the actual movie.
He chuckled as Teddy whispered predictions to himself—
“Simba’s gonna be a great king!”
“Oooh, I don’t like that mean lion…”
“Daddy, do you think I could ride a giraffe?”
Harry hummed, keeping his expression neutral. “You can try.”
Teddy gasped again. “Does that mean yes?”
Tony snorted, shaking his head. “Kid, he just set you up for failure.”
Teddy looked between them, eyes narrowing. “I will ride a giraffe one day.”
“Sure, sport.” Tony ruffled his hair. “And I’ll build you jet boots so you don’t fall.”
Teddy gasped, completely missing the sarcasm. “Really?!”
Harry gave Tony a look.
Tony just smirked.
Then came that part of the movie.
Mufasa’s death scene.
Teddy, who had been all smiles and giggles up until now, went silent.
His little hands gripped the pillow tighter, his eyes wide and heartbroken as he watched Simba desperately try to wake up his dad.
Harry, already prepared, placed a comforting hand on Teddy’s back.
Teddy sniffled, then turned to Harry with big, glassy eyes. “Why didn’t he wake up?”
Harry’s heart ached, but he kept his voice gentle. “Because sometimes… people don’t get to wake up, love. And they go up in the sky becoming beautiful shinning stars-always watching over you”
"Like grandma Andy?"
"Yes, like grandma Andy."
Teddy’s lower lip wobbled.
He crawled onto Harry’s lap, curling into his father’s chest for comfort. “That’s not fair. I don't want them to leave, can't they stay?”
“I know, they can't stay cub, that's why they watch over us from the stars.” Harry murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Teddy’s curls.
“It never is fair.”
Tony watched the scene unfold, his chest tightening.
(Because apparently his grandmother is dead.
What about teddy's mother? If he had a grandmother he had to have a girlfriend who is teddy's mother right?
Why is Harry raising his kid alone?
Who raised Harry?
Where did he grow up?)
Tony had no doubt that Teddy had never once questioned if he was loved.
He swallowed hard, pushing down the sharp pang of regret.
(He couldn't be there like this for Harry)
He couldn't change the past.
But he could be here now.
And that mattered.
By the time the movie ended, Teddy was completely wiped out.
He yawned big, rubbing his eyes as he snuggled deeper into Harry’s chest.
“That was the best movie ever…”
Harry chuckled, running a soothing hand along his back. “Tired?”
Teddy mumbled something incoherent, already half-asleep.
Tony watched them for a moment before smirking. “So, does this mean I get a ‘Cool Grandpa’ ranking?”
Teddy’s tired little voice mumbled, “...Top tier…” before drifting off entirely.
Tony grinned. “Nice.”
Harry shook his head fondly, adjusting Teddy slightly so he could stand up without waking him. “I should take him home.”
Tony hesitated for half a second before offering, “Or, you guys could crash here. You know, just to make things easier.”
Harry hesitated too, his natural instinct screaming at him to politely decline.
But then he looked down at Teddy’s peaceful, sleeping face.
Would it really be so bad?
After a long moment, Harry let out a soft sigh. “Alright. Just for tonight.”
Tony tried not to look too pleased.
“Good call. You guys can take one of the guest rooms.”
FRIDAY’s voice chimed in. “I’ve already prepared it, boss.”
Harry gave the ceiling a pointed look. “Of course you have.”
Tony just grinned.
Later that night, after Teddy had been tucked into bed, Harry and Tony found themselves sitting by the window, looking out over the city skyline.
For once, there were no questions.
No expectations.
Just a quiet moment between a father and son who were still figuring each other out.
Tony and Harry sat by the large window, looking out at the city skyline.
The usual tension that Harry carried with him—the quiet caution, the unshakable guard—felt less rigid now.
Tony glanced at him but didn’t break the silence.
Surprisingly, it was Harry who eventually spoke.
“…Teddy had fun,” he said quietly.
Tony smiled, keeping his gaze forward. “Yeah. So did I.”
Harry hummed softly, sipping his tea. “… he likes you.”
Tony smirked. “I am pretty great.”
Harry huffed a small laugh, shaking his head.
They sat there in companionable quiet—two men who had lost time, both hesitant yet secretly hopeful that this was the start of something real.
And for the first time in a long time, Harry let himself believe it just a little bit.