FLUFF FRIDAY 3
“Hey grampa can you tell us a story?”
Tony grunted as James pulled himself onto his lap. Tony heard his daughter laugh from the other room.
“Dad, you should tell the one about the time you fought the Hulk,” Morgan called.
“Mom! He told that one last time we were over,” James groaned, “Oh- uh no offence Gamp, it’s just-”
“None taken,” Tony smiled at his grandson, and ruffled his red hair, “What if I tell you about the time your mom stole one of my cars, and Uncle Steve caught her?”
“Oh geez! Dad please don’t!” Morgan cried in dismay from the kitchen, “The kids don’t need to know about what a wild child I was when I was little.”
“Wait! You were a wild child?!” Almost as if on cue Alexis came sliding into the living room followed by Charlie and June Parker.
“Oh you gotta tell that one!” Peter said and hopped over the back of the couch. Tony jumped a little as he plopped down.
“Yeah!” All of the kids cried in unison. Tony glance over his shoulder at his daughter who was obviously trying to conceal her laughs.
“Fine! Fine! Go on,” Morgan waved her hand dismissively.
“It’s okay Morgan, they were going to find out eventually,” Tony heard MJ soothing his daughter.
“Alright so it all began on a cold rain night many years ago!” Tony waved his hand through the air dramatically and all of the grandchildren scooted a little closer to the couch.
Peter couldn’t help but beam as he watched his mentor- his father tell stories to all of the grandchildren gathered before him. He deserved this. This was what the man had always wanted. Peace, quiet and a family. A family, people he could share his huge huge heart with. Peter’s smile widened. This was good.