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Analyzer (Child!TonyxMother!Reader)

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Published: Dec 12, 2014

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Tony was an analyzer, that much was apparent straight from birth. It made sense, being the son of none other than Howard Stark. But sometimes you wondered just what exactly was going through his little mind...

You were sitting at the computer with him in your lap, quickly checking your husband's emails for him. Nine month old Tony was staring at it intently, sizing it up, like he wanted to see if he could take it apart and rebuild it, only better. You chuckled and kissed his cheek, reverting your attention to the important email you needed to respond to. Just as you were getting close to being done with it, Tony decided to be the little shit he was.

"While I appreciate the concerns, Stark Industries is agyyhuglfjguhi."

"Tony!" You groaned, deleting what he typed in when he slammed his hands on the keyboard.

He just giggled through his pacifier and waited for you to start typing again. He waited a few more sentences before he struck again.

"Mr. Stark and I are very proud of what we have accomplished, including our son, who is the heir of this company. However, qetwrehtjryf"

God dammit.

“Howard, take your son so I can respond to these emails!”

Howard sighed as he went to claim his only son, “Remind me how he’s only my son when he’s being annoying?”

“Like father, like son.” You said, never tearing your eyes away from the screen.

xXx

“Tony, eat your food.”

“Weird!” Little Tony responded, not touching his food.

“Anthony, eat your food.” Howard demanded after finishing a bite of his hamburger.

Tony poked his bottom lip out and picked up a french fry, tilting his head and sticking his tongue out a little as he looked at it.

“Why’s it curly?”

“Because they’re curly fries. Mommy made them like that specially for me. Now eat your food or you can’t come in my lab for an entire week.” Howard threatened.

Tony’s big brown eyes went wide and he quickly shoved the fry in his mouth. You prayed as he chewed, hoping he’d like this one. So far “Ew! I don’t like it.” was his response to everything.

“Are you sure it’s not the taste, and just that it looks weird?” You asked, knowing the mindset of the little genius.

“Chee’burger!”

“No, you already had half. You can have more when you eat your fries.” Howard said sternly, getting annoyed with Tony’s attitude to the food.

“But Daddy!” Tony protested, “I don’t like it!”

Howard sighed and set down his burger, wiping his hands off, “Anthony Edward Stark, do as your mother and I said or you’ll be getting five across the-“

“Howard! No, you will not, because if you do I’ll give you five across the backside.”

Howard smirked and winked at you, leaning closer to you, “Can I get that in writing?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed his face away, looking back at your son, “You don’t have to eat the fries…”

“Yay! Love you Mommy!” Tony climbed out of his chair and walked over to you with that cute little wobble little children had, standing on his tip toes with his lips pursed. You smiled and pecked his lips, hugging him after.

Tony giggled and quickly moved to his chair, sitting on his knees to reach for the other half of his cheeseburger, taking a bite immediately.

Cheeseburgers, You thought, The only thing he doesn't analyze.

xXx

Tony was staring.

Hard.

Meanwhile you and Howard were frozen on your bed.

Dammit, Howard! You thought. You told that damn man to make sure Tony was asleep first!

And you told him that to avoid the conflict you were currently having.

Your husband was halfway inside you, and your son had come in the room. Thank god the blanket was used for once…

Tony blinked, “Daddy, why are you on top of Mommy?”

Howard swallowed, “Tony, why are you out of bed?”

“Why are you on top of Mommy?” He asked again, not easily persuaded.

“Because that’s how you were-“

“Shut up. Tony, it’s past your bedtime.”

“Why is Daddy on top of you?”

You took a deep breath and made Howard pull out, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it firmly around you, Howard moving to your side and covering up below his abdomen. You pat the space on your lap and Tony rushed up to the bed, climbing on and sitting on your right thigh and Howard’s left. You kissed his cheek and smoothed back his hair.

“Tony, that’s how Mommy and Daddy spend time together. Ever since you were born we don’t get to do it as much, but that’s okay because we love you more than ever. Right, Howard?”

Howard grumbled something equivalent to a yes. You looked back at your son and kissed his forehead, “Mommy and Daddy thought you were asleep.”

Tony blinked, “Mommy, why are you naked?”

“Why are you not in bed?” Howard muttered.

Tony looked over at his father and then noticed the protruding organ from under the sheets. His eyes went wide and he shrieked.

“Snake! There snake on Daddy lap! I get it!”

Before you or your husband could react, Tony slammed his little fist down on the “snake” three times, causing Howard to curl up, holding back tears as he screamed curses in his head. You were torn between laughter and tears of sympathy as you picked Tony up in your arms and turned his head away from his writhing father.

You kissed his cheek, “Jarvis!”

Your butler was soon in your bedroom, bathrobe and all.

“Yes, Mrs. Stark?”

“Could you please take Tony to his room and stay until he falls asleep? I’d do it, but he sort of… Uh, interrupted, Mommy and Daddy time and… killed a “snake” on Howard’s lap…”

Jarvis chuckled and took Tony from you, “With pleasure, Mrs. Stark. Have a good night,”

Your son waved you goodbye and proceeded to tell his butler how he took care of the snake, leaving you to look over at your husband, the poor baby. You rubbed his
arm and kissed his cheek.

Your son was definitely the analytical type.