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The rest of the day continued normally, although (Y/N) and Tony danced on eggshells to avoid talking about the proposal that their former teammates had. Morgan, like the little genius that she was, sensed some tension between her parents and tried to lighten up their spirits the only way she could think of; saying things that made them laugh.

After finishing dinner, Tony was the one responsible for cleaning the dishes meanwhile (Y/N) assisted Morgan in changing into her pijamas. It mostly consisted in (Y/N) cleaning the scattered toys in the floor while Morgan jumped up and down her bed, always claiming she was too filled with energy to go to sleep. This time though, she purposely made a mess with her toys to entertain her mother enough to slip away from her room and see what her father was up to.

(Y/N) didn't notice at first, picking up the several plush toys on the floor and placing them back in their rightful spot; Morgan's bed. When she turned around to tell her daughter it was time to wash her teeth, she was faced with silence. And that was preoccupying enough. In a house with a toddler, the least you expect is silence.

She didn't have to think long enough to find her, already knowing that she probably was downstairs entertaining herself with her dad. (Y/N) walked down the stairs in expectations to find everything under control, though that wasn't what she was received with.

"Shit!" Tony had blurted out.

"Shit?" Morgan copied her father's words.

Tony haven't turned around that fast in his entire life. He pressed a finger to his lips. "What are you doing up, little miss?"

"Shit."

"Nope. We don't say that," Tony scolded in a playful tone. "Only Mommy says that word. She coined it. It belongs to her."

(Y/N) stopped walking down the steps and crossed her arms, listening closely to the conversation. She wanted to see how this followed and the way Tony would correct himself for Morgan.

"Why are you up?"

"'Cause I got some important shit going on here!" Tony exclaimed. "Why do you think?"

Morgan raised her eyebrows accusingly at him.

"No, I got something on my mind," he muttered. "I got something on my mind."

(Y/N) took this as an opportunity to continue down the stairs, making her presence known to her family. "Like how Mommy is going to ground you?"

Tony and Morgan exchanged a look between themselves, as if they were caught in the line of fire. The little girl placed her hands over her mouth in shock, obviously finding entertaining how her mother placed her anger in her father. (Y/N) did her best to hide her smile to put up a stern front, one that she used whenever she wanted things done.

"Busted," Morgan muttered under her breath.

(Y/N) stopped in the last step right where Morgan was sitting in, crouching down to her level. "What's going on in here?"

"Daddy said 'shit'!"

"Oh, throwing me under the bus?"

"Oh, I heard that, little miss," (Y/N) shot her husband a look before focusing on Morgan again. "Why are you repeating it?"

"Because it was funny."

"I see," she pressed her lips in a thin line before she thought of something. "Well, people who say those words don't get candy or anything sweet."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm."

"Not even juice pops?"

"Not even juice pops."

"Mommy, I'm never saying that again."

(Y/N)'s eyes softened at the determined look in Morgan's eyes. "It's okay, sweetie. You're not in the age to say that yet."

Morgan jumped from the step she was sitting down on to embrace her mom, making (Y/N)'s heart melt. She pressed a kiss to her cheek before her eyes focused on the table where Tony was sitting in. She couldn't see properly from where she stood, but she could distinguish a hologram hovering in the middle of the table. Maybe he was thinking of a way to make the proposition come true.

"Now, what's really going on here?" she asked carefully.

"We want juice pops," Morgan pulled away to stare into her mother's eyes.

"That's extortion," Tony pointed out from his chair. "That's a word."

He didn't wait a minute before he stood up from his chair. "What kind do you want?"

His eyes flickered to (Y/N) to check if she was okay with this, and she nodded in confirmation. Morgan hadn't brushed her teeth yet, so she guessed it was fine. Now that she thought of it, she wanted a juice pop too.

Morgan jumped to grab Tony's hand as he began guiding her into the kitchen, (Y/N) not that far behind. "One juice pop and off to bed!"

"Sure, ma'am!"

"All of us!"

"You got it!"

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Once they finished their respective juice pop, it was time to send Morgan off to bed. In a few minutes, she brushed her teeth and made herself comfortable on the bed, high hopes in her parents of telling her a nice bedtime story. There were times when Tony was the one telling the story, other times (Y/N), and in majority it was the two of them. It was a tradition that was subconsciously claimed by the Stark family.

"Tell me a story," Morgan pleaded as she was pushed back to her pillow by Tony.

"A story," Tony repeated. "Once upon a time, Maguna went to bed. The end."

"That is a horrible story."

"Come on, that's your favorite story."

(Y/N) smiled as she watched the scene unfold in front of her eyes. She couldn't believe how five years had gone by after Morgan's birth, and the quick way she was growing right before her eyes made tears well up in her eyes. She was lucky enough to have Tony on her side and help each other on the unexplored parenting course.

"Love you tons," Tony leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

(Y/N), before doing the same, made sure she was properly tucked into bed. She brushed the hair out of her eyes before kissing her cheek, staring down at the same brown eyes that Tony had.

"Love you, baby," she whispered.

(Y/N) and Tony stood up from the bed and started making their way toward the door, but Morgan shifted her position to face them.

"I love you 3,000."

"Wow."

Tony turned off the lamp on her bed stand. "3,000. That's crazy."

"Go to bed or I'll sell all your toys."

(Y/N) playfully smacked him in the arm as he let out a chuckle, crossing the threshold of Morgan's room. Tony shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest as he turned around to face (Y/N) with a prideful look.

"That was directed at me," he began. "Not that it's a competition or anything."

"Was it now?"

"You were always somewhere in the low 6 to 900 range."

(Y/N) chuckled. "She was totally looking at me when she said it."

"See, that's where you're wrong, Ms. Stark."

(Y/N) shook her head as she walked down the hall to their own room. Tony was right behind her, although she could see that his mind was somewhere else. She knew to confront him about it when the time was right, but she waited until he wanted to tell her by himself.

She changed into her own night gown, did her nightly routine and climbed under the covers on her side of the large bed. Tony had that far away look in his eyes, and it wasn't until he climbed on the bed too that he decided to finally say something about it.

"I figured it out," he said without further explanation. "By the way."

She couldn't believe her ears. "You're not kidding, right?"

"Nope," he shook his head, and then he decided to clear things out. "Time travel."

"That's. . .Wow. That's amazing," she found this as a revolutionary idea, but at the same time it seemed to surreal. "And scary. . ."

"Yeah."

She recognized the look in his eyes and placed a hand on top of his. "We got lucky."

"I know."

"A lot of people didn't."

"Nope," he popped the last syllable. "And I can't help everybody."

"Now it seems like you can."

"Not if I stop," he said, determined. "I can put a pin in it right now and stop."

(Y/N) could see that he didn't exactly mean it, although he seemed convinced that he could. "Tony, you've never been able to stop. I knew that since I first met you."

He grinned, though it didn't reach his eyes. He seemed to agree with her statement and that's what made him smile in the first place.

"Something tells me I should put it in a lockbox and drop it to the bottom of the lake. . ." he whispered. ". . .and go to bed."

"But would you be able to rest?"