Babey
"He looks so cute doesn't he??!!" Thor cooed as he whispered loudly to Clint.
Clint, nodded enthusiastically.
Tony strode into the living room and yawned.
Loudly.
"What are you all doi... oh." The bearded man tiptoed over to the pair to join in their fawning over the figure on the couch.
They had been swimming again, and Tony had come along for the ride.
Needless to say, the billionaire now had so many pictures and videos of Harry on his phone, he could be mistaken for a proud father.
"He looks like a little baby." Tony sniffed, overwhelmed by cuteness aggression. "I wanna squeeeeeeeeze his widdle cheeks, and gobble up his teeny tiny fingers!!" The brunette was actually crying at the overwhelming influx of emotions.
"Why are we resorting to cannibalism instead of violence?" Natasha asked as she entered the living room to grab the book she'd been reading earlier.
Clint simply pointed at the sofa, and Natasha melted.
"Oh. His little self, all curled up like a...like a croissant. He's a little baby!!" The assassin joined in Tony's crying fest, and fell to the ground sobbing.
Harry was asleep on the sofa, wrapped up like a burrito in a blanket, and his hair damp from the shower, was wrapped up in a towel to dry. He'd clearly fallen asleep while waiting for Happy to come and take him home.
He was just so positively babey, that the tough fighting group called the Avengers, had taken to crying over his still form on the sofa.
Harry was so used to sleeping through loud noises- because hello, he fought in a war- that he stayed fast asleep despite all the fussing and tears going on above him.
"I... I just caaaaannnnnnttttttttt!!" Thor finally managed to speak through his sobs. "Harry Potter-son is positively adorable. I'm taking him everywhere with me."
At Clint's loud coughing, Harry brought his hand out of the blanket to scratch an itch on his nose, and the group of four welded themselves into the floor.
Harry. Slept on.
The phone was ringing.
Tony had JARVIS answer the call, and continued welding with his hands.
"Stark."
Tony shot up from his slouched position and gestured to JARVIS to hang up the call when he realised who had rung him.
"I know you're there Stark. You can't avoid me forever." Harry's angry voice came through the speakers.
Tony winced.
"Ahhh. Potter-son, how's it going?" Tony's voice definitely wasn't shaking.
"WHY????" Harry took a deep breath. "Why is there a picture of me trending on Twitter and the media, while I'm asleep and the four of you are crying hysterically around me??!!"
Tony gulped.
"Your face isn't showing?" Tony offered up, hoping that would console the fuming teen.
It didn't work.
"I know my face isn't showing. But why is the picture captioned; the cutest baby boy visited for tea?!"
Tony swallowed fearfully.
"Because, a cute baby boy visited for tea?" He squeaked.
Harry sighed on the other end of the phone.
"I'm not really mad, it's just the whole internet is now questioning whether or not I am your son or boytoy. Eurgh. I never want to say that word again. You fix this Stark or I'll rip you apart one limb at a time and keep your heart beating long enough for you to watch them dance as I animate them in front of your body."
Harry hung up.
Tony had faced flying a wormhole into outer space, he'd fought a pruple wrinkled ball sack and survived and he lived with Pepper. But Harry was by far the scariest thing ever.
TinyStank@I'mSowwy
I have caused some speculation, and on pain of death I must clear up that my post the other day is not a picture of a boytoy. I'm in a very happy relationship with Madame Potts, and I would never do anything to jeopardise that.
TinyStank@ButNotThatSorry
But maybe we should conduct a paternity test...
The phone was ringing.
And Tony?
Was very happy to ignore it.