lady-pei:

so I will live my life
knowing I’ve got just one chance to make it right
hope will be on my side this time

I will live what I am dreaming of.

—what i’m dreaming of, trading yesterday

Here is my contribution to the Happy Tony Stark project! My assignment was the loveable, floppy-haired EMH!Tony. And of course I slipped in a bit of superhusbands in there, because that’s how I roll. We love you Tony! 🙂

the-wordbutler:

markfluffyruffalo:

You push and you work hard, you stay positive and eventually all the stars sort of align.

Before Bruce is officially Uncle Bruce, before he’s married and a father, he’s Dot’s not-quite godfather, and they go on dates.

Tony starts it, of course, demanding biweekly goddaughter time and “allowing the dads time to screw like bunny rabbits” (his words, never uttered in Dot’s three-year-old presence). They have tea parties and go to movies, they watch cartoons and play dress-up, and one weekend, Bruce tags along to an ice cream parlor with them.

Two weeks later, he’s unshaven and in his pajamas when Tony Stark walks into his house with his goddaughter on his hip. Her face is wet. Bruce is confused.

“She wants you to come,” Tony says, flapping a hand. “She says you have to come from now on because you came last time, and she’s crying, so I think—”

“Bruce,” Dot half-whines, and reaches for him. He plucks her out of Tony’s grip, and she clings around his neck. “You hafta come too.”

Her voice is slurred from crying. Worse, Tony looks panicked.

“Can I get dressed?” he asks, and both his friend and the toddler relax before they agree.

They go to a place where you can decorate pottery, and then to lunch, and then to the park. Tony takes a million pictures, and Bruce only rolls his eyes twice.

(When Dot’s eight, she hears the story for the first time—and laughs. “I just knew you had to be together forever,” she decides.

“You’re a menace,” Tony retorts, but he also leans against Bruce like he’s glad to have a menace in their lives.)