Are you sure that this has been baby-proofed?
"Umm... are you sure that these have been baby-proofed?"
Delicately sipping at the herbal tea a carefully smiling Bruce had provided him with (before the scientist had scuttled his way back to the bowels of Avengers Tower, no doubt attending to an experiment or two), Loki offered a shrug whilst the five dragons (all roughly the size of pigeons) continued to fly around the lofty Common-Room's ceiling.
"They're perfectly safe, I promise" the mage stated bluntly, his head tilting to the purple one screeching at Clint as the sharp-shooter continued to mumble curses through the ceiling-vent whilst poking the sharpened end of an arrow at the snapping creature.
"Wow... okay, I'm reassured, let's just hand Steve over to them and let him have a Game of Thrones styled up-bringing; what could go wrong?" the metal-armed alpha growled into his coffee whilst (a completely enraptured) Tony and Steve continued to observe the toys with wonder and awe.
"They're animatronic, right?" the omega asked, his body sat crossed-legged with a giggling, four month old Steve sat in his lap, their necks craned upwards as they sat upon a huge, deep-piled rug at the room's centre, the two alphas sat behind them on the couch (with a hefty distance spanning between them).
"I believe so... I have asked that the dwarves ensure these beasts can communicate with current, Midgardian technology and so your phantom house-keeper may keep a close eye on them" the Asgardian returned, his tea nearly drained.
"That is so cool! Right Stevie?"
"Cool!"
"Fuckin' wonderful..."
"Gah! Tony! Tony this thing just bit through a titanium tipped blade, man!"
"Hoy shit? Really? Is this because of that protective program they built into them? Because they're protecting me and Steve?"
"Heh, yeah, right... I'm going to blast these things to bits the minuteyou leave... damned Space-Viking" the alpha continued to grumble, his worry focused eyes narrowing when the blue and red dragons chirped and began their descent towards the pair upon the floor.
"Oh! Look Stevie! They're coming to say hi... say hi to them too, alright?"
"Hi!" the child exclaimed, his tiny hands waving enthusiastically. "Hi! Hiiii!"
"Aww! They're so cute close up" Tony cooed, his right arm pulling away from it's slouched embrace around the jiggling Steve to act as a perch; "ha! Aren't you a cleaver, beautiful piece of tech with wings huh? Friday? You synced with these babies yet?"
"She shouldn't waste her time on that..."
"Almost boss... Mr Loki wasn't wrong when he said that we could communicate... I'm just adjusting to the software differences..."
"Dra-gonn! Draaggan! Yay!"
"You're going to replace my arrow-head, right?"
"Will you stop being so childish and just get the hell down here?"
"Not while he's here..."
"Amen brother..."
"Syncing complete; they're requesting designations... should I leave this to you, boss?"
"Heh! Well since I'm the only one who's grateful to Loki for getting this awesome set of gifts for Steve, I guess I should" the omega snapped; "seriously, you two are being ridiculous" he ground out, his left arm (that was sadly bereft of dragon) pointing from the petulant omega to the glaring alpha. "You promised that you'd keep trying your best to be civil around him and you are being a dick for no good reason" he argued, his eyes narrowed.
"What!?"
"No good reason? Ha! That's rich!"
"The Allspeak allows him to understand every word you're saying, you big dope!" Tony hissed; "ugh! D'you know what? Both of you just go on and do something else, alright? This is my post-birth baby-shower with a very good friend of mine and I am going to enjoy it" he stated with finality, the red dragon on his arm hissing from one scold-e to the other.
"Yay drag-an!"
Well, there really was no way to argue against that...