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The workshop is rarely ever quiet, there's always some kind of hustle and bustle if that's a car being repaired or a little kid running around it's never quiet. When car repair is what you’ve made your name on it’s unfortunate when it is quiet because that means no current clients, nobody with a broken motor, a flat tire, or even a new paint job. Tony Stark rarely has nothing to do which is why he sits at his desk in the small office he made for himself drawing up blueprints and plans. It’s a house he’s fairly sure he’s never going to build because he doesn’t have the materials or the money to hire an actual contractor and architect, it’s a nice dream though.

What stops Tony from drawing is his favourite noise, a car engine that doesn’t sound so healthy in his purely professional opinion. Chucking his glasses on his desk coming out to the garage he sees a beauty of a car, a 2015 McLaren 504C, it’s dinged up and the painted exterior is peeling and so Tony whistles at the job it’ll be running mental math in his head.

With his ever-presented charm puts on a true smile putting out a hand to stop the car in front of him so he can actually look over the exterior of the client. The owner gets out of the car and Tony clearly recognises him having done plenty of work on the majority of the man's cars, mostly his son's cars, “Mr Vanko,” he smiles, “what can I do for you today? Seems like she has seen quite a bang-up?” Tony gestures towards the paint peeling and large dent, taking off one of the rims.

The man awkwardly laughs getting out of the car and putting his hand behind his neck, in the way that important people do to make it look like they aren’t sheepish about the whole thing (personally Tony prefers when they are sheepish.) Anton sighs looking over at the car, “my son had a little bit of an incident and I was wondering if you could fix it up? Name your price,” and Tony might have to reconsider his favourite sound, because it may be those few words there, “and a generous tip for keeping this hush?” Anko mentions taking multiple hundred dollar notes out of his pocket.

Taking them in his hand Toy nods looking over the car one more time, “I’ll see what we can do,” he says with the same charming smile on his face.

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Hours later Tony is deep in the McLaren with two other cars also apart of this ‘inncident’ which were filling up the yard of Stark Car Repairs. Tony was also $1200 richer in his jean pockets. It’s calm agin not quiet but calm as Tony is looking into one car and his apprentice Harley has been looking into the other two totalling up quotes and repairs.

It’s the little screaming and running of small shoes that Tony hears which remind him that it’s 4 o’clock and he has only one hour until closing. Those little running shoes quickly find Tony yelling “papa!” After them as Tony rolls out from underneath the car prepared to catch the body flying at him.

“Peter!” Tony yells as the little boy finds himself in his papa’s lap, Rhodey trailing along behind him. Tony takes the moment that he has with his son to breathe him in, knowing that soon enough he’ll have Harley or Jimmy telling himsomething about some problem or a different client and so this time is nice.

Rhodey sits down next to them with Tony still on the creeper with Peter is his arms, RHodey quickly why Peter is slightly distracted by the underworkings of the car Rhodey kisses his husbands cheek before the inevitable ‘yuk.’ That quickly comes from Peter.

Taking him out of his Papa’s arms Rhodey snuggle with Peter himself on the workshop floor, “Pete don’t you want to show what you got for school today?” Rhodey asks quietly nodding his head at his sons feet.

Peter in typical Peter ashion kicks his feet into Tony’s face with just enough time for Tony to avoid the flying feet coming his way. “Ahh buddy these are really cool shoes,” actually taking time to apprecaate them now he grabs them and looks towards the colours, “and thy’re my favourite colour too!” The red and gold shoes Peter had picked that morning are the same colour as the banner that is proudly presented at the front of the shop. Tony looks up at his husband smiling before letting go of Peter’s feet, “well if you’re in workshop colours then you must be my apprentice for today!” Peter goes wild as Tony laughs with him.

Finally getting off of the creeper with a kick in his back Tony stand with Rhoey as Peter runs towards the office where he knows hi dad does the best work of cool coloured markers and drawing plans. Taking Rhodey’s hand and Tony whispers to him, “I’m going to pawn Peter off to mum this weekend and I’m going to treat you to dinner, somewhere nice with some of the bonus money.” Kissing Rhodey’s cheek he’s running ahead with Peter into the office, “time to make you a big boy and teach you how to make papa’s coffee!”

Rhodey shakes his head yelling after his two boys, “no coffee, only hot chocolates!” he yells running knowing what his husband may get up to if left alone.

Peter does look insanely cute in his ‘Mr Mechanic’ mug filled with hot chocolate.