Usually Tony had good self-control.
‘Usually’ being the key word.
And that is why he is currently in this situation.
Steve’s gaze is unreadable and it’s making Tony very uncomfortable.
“Look, I-” Tony starts only to be interrupted.
“You let her in our bed, Tony.”
“I’m sorry, I really am.”
“And you didn’t even clean the damn sheets. For someone so smart, you’re shit at hiding things.”
“Ok, that was on me but-”
“She at least was nice enough to apologize.”
“I am apologizing!”
“She looked at me like she didn’t think I’d be here!”
“I forgot to warn her there was another person in the house!”
“Tony Stark, you are not allowed to bring a puppy into our house and let her pee on the bed!”
“I didn’t know she wasn’t potty trained!”
“She came off the streets, what, did you expect her to know calculus too?”
“Now that’s just plain mean.”
Steve sighs and looks down.
The puppy by the name of Nila looked back up at him, wagging her tail, eyes filled with apology.
The omega breaks and sits down.
Nila barks happily and jumps into his lap.
“You had to get a Golden Retriever,” Steve muses.
Tony grins. “She reminded me of you.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t pee on the bed,” Steve teases.
The alpha winces. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was going to get her food and then clean it up but then you came home.”
Steve was about to say something but instead is attacked by many kisses from the furry ball of energy in his lap.
“Oh, and, she came with a cat named Oreo and she’s in the kitchen.”
“ANTHONY EDWARD STARK!”