Fandom: The Avengers
Type: Angst/I’m not even sure
Rating: T+ for mild language and general Tony angst
Pairing: FrostIron in the future, potential others maybe
Summary: The only thing he and his father had in common was the fact that they were alcoholic geniuses, and anything more was severely pushing it.
“Oh for the love of God,” Tony sighed as he put his blowtorch down and flipped his helmet cover up. “Look, I know you dont have many memories to go off of, but please stop comparing me to my father.” All he wanted to do was work out the kinks in Iron Man’s left leg in peace, and between Fury, Jarvis, and every-damn-thing-else, work was not getting done. Being compared to his father —again, damnit— was the very last thing he needed at the moment.
Steve frowned his Captain America frown, and Tony sighed again. It was the frown that said, “hey man, that wasnt very nice”, but in all honesty —and Tony Stark was nothing if not honest— he just didnt give a fuck right now.