“Are you going to arrange a meeting with him?” Tony asks, smoothing out his suit.
Steve frowns at him. “Yes. With tons of witnesses and an angry Pepper Potts.”
The omega was wearing nothing but one of Tony’s sweatshirts and looked very tired.
Being a parent can do that to you.
So can childbirth, Tony assumed.
“Look, I’m just saying, Justin Hammer is a failure to society and a waste of space,” Tony reasons.
Steve starts to say something but it isn’t fully heard when Peter starts wailing in the omega’s arms.
Tony looks on wearily as Steve hushes to calm the baby down.
He had been stuck on babysitting duty yesterday and Peter did not like him.
At all.
Not even close.
He threw up on his designer jacket and then wouldn’t stop crying.
Offensive?
Very much so.
But Tony continues the conversation from what he heard before the crying.
“You know what, sweetheart, I’m flattered but I’m not pretty. I’m fucking smoking,” Tony praises himself in the mirror.
Steve looks at the alpha flatly. “First off, language. And second off, I said said ‘petty’ not ‘pretty’.”
Tony shrugs. “Same thing.”
“Not even close,” Steve deadpans.
The alpha just shrugs before pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s lips.
“Love you, bye,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to Peter’s forehead.
The baby gurgles and coos as he reaches out for Tony.
The alpha pretends to be mad. “Suck up in front of your mama, huh? Little brat.”
Steve is laughing as he pushes his alpha out the door.
Tony just smiles.
God he loves that man.
Not even his hatred for Justin Hammer could change that.
Tony’s mood sours.
Justin Hammer.
Time to go deal with the egotistic motherfucker and his shitty opinions.