Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Morning

[imafuturist]

Sirs, JARVIS said far, far, far too early in the morning for Tony's liking. There is a guest in the kitchen.

Which. Okay. Prom was yesterday and the week they'd had leading up to this meant...

"Steve," Tony groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. "It's going to be a weekend."

[for the modded husband and guest!]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve whined and snuggled closer. "No."

[imafuturist]

"Someone's here," Tony whined. Definitely whined.

[heroic_jawline]

This was always an awkward bordering on painful weekend. "You go find out."

[loveu3k]

"Dad! Rogers!" Morgan called out loudly. "You need more coffee!"

[imafuturist]

"..." Tony sighed loudly at that. "Okay, okay. I'm up."

[heroic_jawline]

"Are you alone?" Steve asked, sitting up and reaching for a t-shirt.

[loveu3k]

Morgan looked around. "Yeah!" Then looked down at the dog. "I'm stealing the dog!"

[heroic_jawline]

"Please don't," Steve said, coming out of the bedroom with a serious case of bedhead.

[imafuturist]

Tony wasn't too far behind him, stopping to blink at how much like his mother that Morgan looked. "Hi. You're... older."

[loveu3k]

"Surprise," she said with a little smirk and a finger wiggle.

[heroic_jawline]

"It's nice to see you again," Steve said more from politeness than truth. "How's your mom?"

[loveu3k]

Morgan's grin turned a little more sardonic and also a little softer for him asking. "She's good. Thanks."

[heroic_jawline]

"And the team?" Steve asked.

You're not dating Peter Parker, right?

[loveu3k]

Ew, he was old.

"...which team?" Oh man, things had changed, Steve. So much.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave really good "buh?" face. "What do you mean which team?" he asked, starting the coffee pot.

[loveu3k]

"I mean, there's more than one out there," Morgan said, lifting the coffee cup up to take a sip and hide her grin at being able to have this over on Steve. "But I really shouldn't say more than that... you know?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve pressed his lips together to hide his frustration. "Maybe not," he agreed.

Well, Morgan was talking to him this time. That was better than the last few years?

[imafuturist]

Tony was looking kind of hopeful at that. Which was good, right? It was good.

"Well, maybe we can... order breakfast," he said, knowing full well that him and Steve staying in for, ah, personal time had left their kitchen a little bare. "And catch up a little?"

[loveu3k]

"I could eat some donuts," Morgan said, smile getting a little wistful as she looked away from Steve and at Tony.

[heroic_jawline]

"And eggs?" Steve added.

[loveu3k]

"Can either of you cook eggs?" The dad she remembered could cook maybe two things well. Though she'd do almost anything to eat even the messed up dishes even now.

[heroic_jawline]

"Sometimes?" Steve admitted. "Sometimes we burn them to cinders. I was thinking we could order from the diner and I could go grab it."

[imafuturist]

"That might be best?" Tony said, frowning and looking at Steve to mouth the word 'coffee' at him.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "Give me your orders and I'll be back in twenty," he said.

With all the coffee.

[loveu3k]

"Thanks!" It had the upside of letting her have time with her dad, after all.

Well. Her kinda!Dad.