(Name) Stark was playing with her toys, blissfully unaware of anything going on in her home. Being the daughter of none other than Tony Stark, naturally she had all the toys she wanted, and all the best ones. Tony was just domesticated like that now, and ever since he laid eyes on (Name) when she was one year old, he'd fallen for her and been wrapped around her finger ever since.
"Steve, what the fuck?!" You heard your Daddy yell. You stuck your bottom lip out a bit, being pulled out of your concentration and now annoyed.
"Tony, calm down-"
"Nope, nuh-uh, can't happen. I let you live in my damn Tower since your apartment got the hell sniped out of it—by him, might I add—and then you wanna do this to repay me? My daughter is three fucking years old, she doesn't need that in her life!"
You cocked an eyebrow. Why was Daddy arguing with Uncle Steve?
"Tony, calm down, please. He needs a place to stay, even temporarily-"
Tony ran his hands throug