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“STUPID POMPOUS INCONSIDERATE SUITED PRICK!” Everything went flying at once, his bag with his files and laptop banged against the wall before it exploded opened, scattering everything on the floor. His mobile flew in the air crashing against his library, the protective cover cracked and even in his rage he had a moment of regret, but it was gone in a flash replaced with pure fury. His coat was thrown behind him with his scarf and he heard the buttons of the coat hit the glass on the door. Kicking his shoes off, one of them was thrown with enough force that it lodges itself in the wall, while the other just banged loudly as it hit the floor. “NO SIR! CAN’T RESPECT AUTHORITY AS TO BE ABOVE THE DAMN LAW… ASSHOLE SECRET AGENT OF…”
He froze as his eyes landed on the man sitting on his sofa. Small, salt and pepper hair and the most dumbfounded expression he had ever seen on the older man face. His visitor had been either texting or playing on his mobile when he had been frozen by the younger man’s fury and was opening and closing his mouth clearly trying to find something to say and coming up short.
“Dad?” Tony nodded in greeting, but stayed silent still staring at Q like he was unsure what to do. Well to be fair his father had never been very good with confrontation… at least not when it came to his mother.
“I… when your mom got like that I got her cheesecake and tea… should I be getting some right now?” And there it was, Q had been told many times before the he was the exact replica of his mother, just a touch more masculine, but really not by much. His genius had apparently been the only genetic his father had deign to share with him. With a sigh the younger man threw himself on the sofa and snuggled against his father silently asking for comfort. Of course his father being an enthusiastic touched starve fluffy man, hugged Q closer and started playing with his hair.
“Let’s get the tea later.” Tony hummed kissing his son’s forehead and nodded. “Wait! What are you doing here?”
“Quentin, I told you I was coming over on Tuesday for my conference this month.” Not bothering to correct his father, Tony never liked that his name had been reduced to one letter, the younger man groaned unhappily. “You forgot didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry I though we were Sunday. I was overlooking a mission and it just… time flew. You know how it is.” They exchanged a look and silently agreed that they were both bad at time managing. “No hero work this month?”
“I have a business to help run son. The Avengers should be able to live without me for a bit.” Whiskey brown eyes turned toward Q and not for the first time, the younger man marvelled at all the love and pride he could see in his father’s eyes. He had chosen to help the world in his own way and his father had always been supportive of all his choices. “Plus, family comes before avenging.”
“I’m glad you’re here dad, sorry for not picking you up at the airport. “ Tony smiled at Q, clearly not caring. His father had been so proud when his son had been enrolled in MI6 and would never be mad at him for getting caught up in his work. To be completely honest, in many ways the father was worst then the son, so there was no judging on either side.
“So… what was that impressive tantrum about?”
“Not a child, not a tantrum.” Tony raised an eyebrow and didn’t even dignify that statement with an answer. “Stupid double O agent destroyed a car I had worked on for months and he didn’t even deign to give me an answer as to why he ABSOLUTELY HAD TO destroy it.”
“And? I know you son, what else?” Ah yes, he might be able to lie to M, but this was his father.
“I tracked the GPS and… he drove it into a volcano. With the laptop I had just finished designing for him… inside.” And the rage was back. Taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out, Q allowed himself to be calmed down by strong callous fingers massaging away a headache he didn’t even know he had. “He’s such a prick! But because he’s considered god’s gift to MI6, destroying my work isn’t consider a reprimandable offense.”
“Not the first time he’s destroyed your work I take it?” His father dead tone had Q looking over and he groaned. Damn he had just triggered his father’s overprotectiveness and engineer proudness. He should have kept his mouth shut, knowing his father loved his bots like his own children and well, Q knew that if anyone ever destroyed his father work they would suffer a great deal… he really shouldn’t be surprise that Tony also felt protective of his son inventions.
“Dad, it’s alright. I was pissed but… it’s all part of the job really. I work with a prick, but I get to have the best lab in Europe to build whatever I want without any limits.” Tony hummed but he had his thinking face on, so Q kissed his father cheek and moved to the kitchen to make himself some much needed Earl Grey.
As he waited for the kettle, Q looked around his kitchen looking for something to eat and smiled as he found a box that contained a, probably over priced, cheesecake and smiled. His mother had been, he’d been told many times, a lovely volatile woman. His parents had meet on a conference, when his father was still building weapons. She had been there mostly to fund one of her project and somehow had ended up in an argument with the famous Tony Stark before finding herself in his bed. He had no illusion on how his parents had meet or that there had been respect in their relationship and maybe at some point love. But although his parents had never been together, he had never doubted their love for him. Tony had taken his fatherly responsibility very seriously, he was the father and he had taken his role as such with great joy. His mother had been less lucky, dying when Q was very young, but the little he remembered or her, her voice mostly was loving.
Q’s attention was brought back to the present by the kettle whistle and he prepared two mugs knowing that even though his father wasn’t a tea fan he would drink it if his son was the one giving it to him. Preparing two plate of cheesecake, Q went back to the living room to find what he had been expecting, his father on his computer.
“Found anything interesting?” He could make a fuss and point out that most of the files his father was going through were confidential and eyes-only, but really what was the point. On many thing Tony was terrible at keeping secret, see the ‘I am Iron man’ incident, but since no one knew Q was MI6 even after all this time, he knew anything regarding his son would never get out. It was one of the many good things about his father’s overprotectiveness of his family.
“007 aka James Bond. Not much in here unfortunately.” Q took the laptop away noting the dent now visible on its side from his earlier tantrum and handed the older man his tea mug and plate of cheesecake.
“Nothing much to say about the man, usual double O agent, volatile, womanizer, suit lover jackass.” Q did note his father raised eyebrows and shook his head. “Yeah, yeah it does sound like you… well the old you really. But he’s so much worst and where YOU respect the tech he truly doesn’t. “
“But that does mean I know how his brain works. When I was like that, I hated any man like me who could compete against me. I would always want to show my superiority to stay on top and I always won.” Q hummed nodding his head as he stuffed himself with delicious cheesecake, he couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten, then what his father was saying finally registered to his tired brain.
“And what? You want to have a prick fight with 007? Come on Dad what purpose would that serve?”
“Revenge, all your destroyed tech should be avenged don’t you think?” Q took a moment to consider. He was quite crossed with the double O agent, really crossed in fact… but was he crossed enough with the agent to unleash the full force of Tony Stark on him?
“How?”
“Well how hard would it be for you to locate his hunting ground?”
“His what?”
“Hunting ground son, all man like me would have one, that one special place where he is king. It might be a private club, a bar or really any place where he would feel most comfortable.”
“What’s yours then?” His father smiled.
“I use to have that one exclusive lounge, but now…” Tony looked at him and once again his eyes were filled with love and pride. Now he had a family, both with Q and the avengers, he didn’t need his old life anymore and was the better for it.
“So if I find Bond’s hunting ground…”
“I’ll dethrone the king on his ground.” Q placed his empty plate on the table and took a moment to think sipping his tea. His father allowed him to have his moment to think starting on his own piece of cheesecake and reclined back waiting to see if he would be allowed to go out and play.
“Let’s dethrone 007!” The smile of pure mischief on his father face would have been scary if Q hadn’t known he had the exact same smile on his face. The game was on!