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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝗪𝗮𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 • NSFW/18+, minors DNI • MCU/Comic friendly • Independent Portrayal LIKE and RT

"Who are you and what are you doing in here?" James stepped into Tony's lab expecting to find his best friend buried in his suit designs once more. He clearly wasn't aware of Project Rebirth.

This is why he's learned to knock first. "Should I come back later when you're done?"

One for each time he takes a top place in his books.

They need to have a serious discussion about the stuff she posts online.

Just returning the effort he puts in throating all of /this/.

— Years. Watching the ball drop in another sector of space was not on my bingo card for the holidays."

"You've grown up, I know. I'm real proud of you. Your dad would be too. It's hard not to see the little snot-nosed brat that ran around with my helmet on, shouting 'PROTON CANNON!'." He chuckled, squeezing her smaller form. "Tell your mom I'm sorry I missed Christmas and New —

Can't blame him for trying anyways.

If more Sundays began like this, he'd be in church a lot more.

He rolled his eyes. "You're no fun, you know that? Fine."

He opens his arms for a big hug. "Hey Morgy-bear. Was hoping you'd be home today. Was wondering if you'd like to tune up my suit with me?"

@MorganTHEStark Where's his favourite god-daughter?