voidtreckerexpress | Sorry Always Seems the Hardest Word

Who: Tony + Varies
What: Varies- but a lot of apologies
When: Basoon 18 (And 19 and 20.. you know, whenever)
Where: Varies
CW: None, language is a given
Notes: If you want something added here, just let me know

[For Tony, Ash and Renee: Mid-Morning 18]

After the council meeting, Tony had approached Ignis and requested that he let Tony and Ash approach Renee. There were a few things he wanted to talk to her about anyway and, frankly, he wasn't sure Ignis would be able to admit his team had needed help.

So mid-morning on the 18th, Tony found Ash and sought out the young redhead who had done so much for the mission. He spotted her in the dining car and waved in greeting. "Hey Renee, mind if Ash and I join you? You've not been an easy person to find the last few days. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were avoiding me." He, of course, knew this to only be a joke. Why would she be avoiding him?

[For Tony and Ignis: Mid-Afternoon 18]

Tony had opted after the awkwardness in the luggage carriage to give Ignis a chance to cool off. He didn't know if the man would see it that way, but he hoped for the best. When he spotted him in a quiet carriage, he tapped on the door and gave the other man a weak, forced smile. "May we talk?"

[For Tony and May: Over dinner]

It had been a couple days since he'd reacted so poorly to the news of his fate and he needed to set things right with the person who Peter held in even higher esteem than himself- May. So, he invited to have dinner with her. He'd roped someone else into dealing with the meal prep and clean up for this meal. He'd already done his share for the day. Instead, he'd made an effort to set up the table, make iced tea with some berries to sweeten it, and freshen up. She was important, after all.

[For Tony and Peter: Late night dessert]

It had been a long day, but one of those types you had trouble winding down from. He needed to talk to Peter and wasn't all that sure how to do it. Obviously, the right decision then was to seek him out late in the evening when the majority of the train had already gone to bed.

He'd poked his head into the dresser carriage and said quietly (knowing Peter would hear him) 'ice cream'. He hadn't even waited as he headed to the kitchen, knowing the boy would follow.

[For Tony and Reigen: Sometime on Basoon 20]

He felt bad about what had gone down when Ignis and he had been caught by Reigen in the luggage car. He knew what he'd said to the young man wasn't deserved. As he started grumbling about where the little bugger was, he finally found him in the game car.. playing Jenga by himself. Oh the poor bastard.

"Hey, take this, I'm tired of carrying it for you." Or maybe he should've used a more polite greeting. It was Tony, what did you expect?

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Admittedly, Peter is usually aware of most of his surrounding and he usually register's Buttercup's heartbeat long before she can startle him. But he's a little flustered tonight-lack of sleep maybe and also Tony Stark starting to mention his dating life which is not something Peter wants to think about and then there's the ice cream.

He's not expecting it when he hears her voice and visibly jumps-eyes going wide and the bag in his hand jiggling.

"Holy shit, you scared me!" He tells her, taking a nice calming breath. "I think I just had a heart attack. Where did you even come from? The Shadows? What are you a ninja?"

Tony startled a bit at Buttercup's voice too, but not nearly as bad as Peter. Although the very next second, the older man was swatting Peter behind the head. "Don't swear in front of kids, you mook."

And in almost the same breath, "Buttercup! So glad you could join us. We are making some dessert. Would you like anything to drink while we are finishing up?"

She let out a delighted laugh when Peter jumped. She's been trying to sneak up on him all week and now when she wasn't even trying that hard she'd succeeded. She raised an eyebrow when Tony hit him, it wasn't a bad hit. Barely a tap but it was interesting to know that cursing was the line that took Tony from disappointed looks to hitting.

"No. I do no be being a ninja. Edge do be being a ninja though." And didn't seem to mind people knowing. Even if that sounded dangerous to her, advertising you knew dark magic. Ninja's were a new concept, but she's not surprised Peter knows about them already.

She smiled at Tony and nodded going over to get a glass. "Would you be liking a drink, mister Stark, Peter?" It's not hard to be better behaved than Peter, barely a challenge but she sort of enjoys being the one who doesn't get into trouble.

Of course, because he's not in danger, his sense doesn't warn him that thwap is coming and even if he tries to duck, it's not fast enough.

"What? Why am I in trouble? She's literally been training for this all week. I thought it was cute at first but now I just went into cardiac arrest" He did no such thing, he's just being dramatic. And then she goes and pulls the whole 'I'm an innocent little girl, I would never do anything bad ever, act. Peter has to admit, she'd good at it.

"Uh... just water I guess." He squints at her. "Mr Stark and I are making ice cream so get ready to taste actual magic."

"Because you swore and she got better at soemthing. How would that make sense to punish her?" He gave Buttercup a gentle pat on the head. It was strange, but it felt like they were in some kind of weird parent and sibling relationship here.

At her question, he lifted an eyebrow and then decided he was going to encourage this before. "Water, thank you."

He looked at Peter. "Why can't you be more like her?"

She hopped up onto the side and filled three mugs with water from the tap, grinning to herself as Tony told Peter do be more like her. It was strange, being someone who was considered a good example, but she liked the feeling.

She thought Peter would have a much easier time of things if he were more like her too, but probably not in the same way Tony did. Tony only thought that because he didn't know her really and that was a good thing.

Sometimes it had been difficult, living in close quarters with light following people and keeping so much of herself hidden. But it had been over a month now and she had been watching them carefully. She knew what behaviour would get her praise and she had seen Peter make many mistakes.

She didn't understand why he was so bad at this. Maybe she should try and teach him, even if her attempts at teaching him the emptiness had gone so wrong. She hopped down from the counter and took the drinks over with a bright smile.

Peter stops shaking the bag to give both Buttercup and Tony a look. He opens his mouth to protest. Is this really a conversation he's having?

"Uh... I'm not an eleven year old girl, for one. And two, I'm in my rebellious teenage phase." He with an obvious trace of amusement. "It's part of being sixteen. Just wait until she turns sixteen." A thought that Peter doesn't really want to think about much. What will she even be like as a teenager?

He accepted the glass of water with a warm smile and a quick word of gratitude. "Well thank god you can tell the difference between yourself and an eleven year old girl," Tony remarked, deadpan. He shook his head at the teenager's rationale wondering if this is what it would've been like had he and Pepper been able to have more children before..., well, no reason to dwell on that right now.

He glanced at Buttercup then back at Peter. "And just why after all this time of being so straight laced did you decide it's my nerves you have to try with your teenage rebellion? What did I ever do to you?" To Buttercup, he asks, "You'd never do that to me, would you?"

She sipped her water silently as she watched them both carefully. She's not sure what she would be like when she was sixteen, it seems a very long way away. But she is pretty sure she won't be disobedient and so she shook her head at the question.

She knew how to behave, or at least how to keep disobedience hidden. Tony was dangerous but he was getting easier to read, easier for her to understand how to act.

Peter takes a drink of his water and then just gives Tony a look. So admittedly, he wasn't typically a bad kid but there was a whole list of things he did that he knew he shouldn't have before the train.

"I mean, I wouldn't exactly say I'm edgy, but even I wouldn't say I'm completely straight-laced." He slides the bag of ice cream back over. "I mean-I talked Ned into disabling the training wheels protocol on the spider-suit and took out the tracker because you told me not to do something and I wanted to do it anyway. And turns out you were right, and I was wrong so I totally learned my lesson but still, I've never been like... perfect."

Tony sighed such a heavy, dramatic sigh at being reminded of those other points of rebellion. "You did? I don't recall you ever learning your lesson or you might actually start listening to me for a change. You're aware that I actually have some experience in most of the things you screw up right? I'm not just making crap up. If you'd used the training wheels protocol on your spider-suit, you might not have needed rescuing as often."

He rolled his eyes. Of course, Peter wasn't perfect. He was far from it, but then they both were. He picked up the bag and grinned. "I believe, kids, we have ice cream. Peter, will you grab a couple bowls from over there?" He pulled out three spoons from a drawer. "We'll see how these turned out. Now, Buttercup, ice cream usually is a little harder than this but I still think these will be pretty good."

Peter, when you are already in trouble reminding people of the times previous that you got into trouble is not smart. She fought the urge to roll her eyes and instead focussed on the new thing that Peter and Tony had made.

"Why do it be being in a bag?"

She pokes the bag, interested. It doesn't look like a thing you could eat and once her finger touches it she jerks it away. It's cold.

Sorry Always Seems the Hardest Word

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