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tr_ficTitle: Good Ol' Uncle Steve
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Steve, Tony, Howard Stark
Rating: PG
Word Count: 449
A/N: Written for this prompt on the Avenger's Kink Meme, and the prompts "Black & White, Coffee, and Library" for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse.
The library was a comfortable, peaceful place most of the time. It’s why Steve liked it so much. It was easy to grab a book, or bring the paper in and sit in one of the old leather wingback chairs and sip a hot cuppa while losing oneself in the texts in hand. During the cold months, there was always a fire lit if someone was in the room. Steve was grateful towards Howard’s hospitality and kindness towards him; it made having a place to stay when Stateside so much easier.
Most of the time, it was peaceful. But sometimes, like this afternoon, anyone who was in the library and most of the house were privy to another argument between father and son, mostly the father trying to silence his son.
Steve knew it was not his place, it was so very much not his place, to speak during such occurrences but damn if it wasn’t hard to keep quiet sometimes. Howard could be…narcissistic and domineering, of course. Steve didn’t like it, but the man was a genius and who was he to argue, especially after another brilliant breakthrough? Little Tony, only six, was very stubborn and could be petulant when he wanted to be. He had inherited his father’s genius, though. Unfortunately, despite the genius in their bloodlines, the two butted heads more than any other pair Steve had ever seen.
Today was no different.
He could hear the argument from down the hall and he grimaced. It was always an awkward situation when having to bear witness to an argument, much less a family one. Steve tried to concentrate on the newspaper in front of him and the steaming cup of coffee, but he couldn’t ignore the loud slam of a door a few minutes later. Steve paused when he heard what he thought sounded like crying, and swallowed hard when Tony shuffled into the library.
“Oh. Sorry, uncle Steve, I just…” the boy turned to go but Steve couldn’t let him leave with such a sad look on his face.
“It’s alright sport. What’s that you’ve got there?” Steve nodded to the metal contraption in the boy’s hands as he lowered the paper and tossed it onto the table.
“It’s a…well…” Tony sighed. “I made it to show dad, but he uh…”
“I wouldn’t mind if you showed it to me, if you wanted of course.” Steve said.
“I guess I could.” Tony said and moved closer to the table. “It’s a robot.”
Steve smiled when he heard the pride in Tony’s voice. Howard may not realize what a special prodigy he had in a son, but Steve could appreciate the next generation of Stark genius.
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Steve, Tony, Howard Stark
Rating: PG
Word Count: 449
A/N: Written for this prompt on the Avenger's Kink Meme, and the prompts "Black & White, Coffee, and Library" for
writerverse.The library was a comfortable, peaceful place most of the time. It’s why Steve liked it so much. It was easy to grab a book, or bring the paper in and sit in one of the old leather wingback chairs and sip a hot cuppa while losing oneself in the texts in hand. During the cold months, there was always a fire lit if someone was in the room. Steve was grateful towards Howard’s hospitality and kindness towards him; it made having a place to stay when Stateside so much easier.
Most of the time, it was peaceful. But sometimes, like this afternoon, anyone who was in the library and most of the house were privy to another argument between father and son, mostly the father trying to silence his son.
Steve knew it was not his place, it was so very much not his place, to speak during such occurrences but damn if it wasn’t hard to keep quiet sometimes. Howard could be…narcissistic and domineering, of course. Steve didn’t like it, but the man was a genius and who was he to argue, especially after another brilliant breakthrough? Little Tony, only six, was very stubborn and could be petulant when he wanted to be. He had inherited his father’s genius, though. Unfortunately, despite the genius in their bloodlines, the two butted heads more than any other pair Steve had ever seen.
Today was no different.
He could hear the argument from down the hall and he grimaced. It was always an awkward situation when having to bear witness to an argument, much less a family one. Steve tried to concentrate on the newspaper in front of him and the steaming cup of coffee, but he couldn’t ignore the loud slam of a door a few minutes later. Steve paused when he heard what he thought sounded like crying, and swallowed hard when Tony shuffled into the library.
“Oh. Sorry, uncle Steve, I just…” the boy turned to go but Steve couldn’t let him leave with such a sad look on his face.
“It’s alright sport. What’s that you’ve got there?” Steve nodded to the metal contraption in the boy’s hands as he lowered the paper and tossed it onto the table.
“It’s a…well…” Tony sighed. “I made it to show dad, but he uh…”
“I wouldn’t mind if you showed it to me, if you wanted of course.” Steve said.
“I guess I could.” Tony said and moved closer to the table. “It’s a robot.”
Steve smiled when he heard the pride in Tony’s voice. Howard may not realize what a special prodigy he had in a son, but Steve could appreciate the next generation of Stark genius.
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