tyler_gone | Apartment Above Stark Indistries, Saturday Midday

Apartment Above Stark Indistries, Saturday Midday

Tyler was sleeping.

well, kind of.

Okay, so he was watching QVC. But he was lying down, so it counted.

He knew the day after prom traditions on the island, but he wasn't all that concerned about the kids. Estella had been ... surprisingly sweet, once he got used to her. He wouldn't mind if she showed up again. And if nobody did, well, that meant more time to stare at the idiot box and contemplate how much plastic surgery it took to look like Joan Rivers.

He shifted just enough to turn the volume up, relatively at peace.

[OOC: For two, I believe.]

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Ask that Heidi woman they were always talking about on E!

She ought to know.

"Having fun?"

"It's a thrilling Saturday," Tyler said, craning his neck to meet Tony's eyes. "Got better ideas?"

"I could think of a few," Tony replied with a slow, lazy grin.

As could Tyler, it seemed, to judge by the way he grabbed Tony by the front of his shirt and pulled him abruptly onto the couch.

"Sure you could."

Upon seeing his fathers (his dad and his stepfather, fine, whatever) intertwined on the couch, Miles Durden-Stark wrinkled his nose, stepped into the center of the room, and said -

"Oh, gross. You promised not to do that while I was awake."

Tony turned his head to look at the boy. "...Jarvis, what have I said about allowing children in here?"

"I'm a 'ception 'cause I'm related to Dad, Tony," Miles explained, rolling his eyes. "You know that. Why are you being so weird? How come you live in such a little place?"

"Because there are no press here--" Tony shook his head. "Dad?"

"The guy lying there not saying anything," Tyler said, gesturing impatiently. "Dad. Cat got your tongue?"

Tyler sat up, blinking.

"You" -- aren't Estella, but that didn't seem helpful -- "surprised us," he managed. "Hi. Been jumping through portals?"

A name, too, would be grand, but he wasn't sure how to ask.

"Portals." Tony sighed and turned to sit on the couch. "I hate this island."

"That's what you always say," Miles informed him. "... let's do something. I'm bored. Can we go to the workshop?"

"Are you planning to take apart my kitchen?"

Like the last group of children. Sigh.

"No," Miles protested.

A beat as he tried to decide what kind of bargain to ask for.

"... maybe just the blender?"

He didn't even use that blender, but...

"...I'm sending you home with your father now."

"That would mean convincing Lindsay and Miss Bennet I still live there," Tyler pointed out. "It's a blender, Tony. I'll buy you a new one."

"...you don't?"

Tony Stark. King of details.

Tyler looked vaguely ashamed. "Haven't been there longer than to pick up my mail since ... when was the last time you went out of town?"

He hadn't exactly discussed moving in. He'd just stopped going home.

"...I can't recall." Wow, how did he not realize that?

Miles huffed. He wasn't sure what his dads were talking about, just that it wasn't about him. "'Kay, right, so I'm going into the kitchen to find that blender," he said, marching that way. "See you."

"Will you stop your child?" Tony asked.

"Do you really want us to go?" Tyler asked this in a soft voice, just watching Miles for now. "He seems to know you pretty well, too, wherever he's from."

Tony shot him a look before sighing. "Just keep him away from my kitchenware, alright?"

"Your crystal will remain unmolested."

Tyler didn't even know if Tony owned crystal. Probably. It was a rich person thing.

And then he was off after Miles, ready to intervene before too many expensive appliances were ruined.

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