One teen and Two children. No good will come of this.

[arrogantalloy]

WHO: Tony Stark, Sherlock Holmes, Bruce Banner.
TONE: Cheeky, Childish, potential rage.
RATING: PG
WHEN: December 3rd
WHERE: Ravenclaw Dorm
WHAT: Little Tony and Sherlock have found Bruce asleep in an arm chair. And Tony finds something to make nap time interesting.

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Pushing past the door, Tony felt more than a little smug about the fact that he and Sherlock easily answered the riddle to get into the tower. If they could answer those riddles at 5 years old they would decimate the school when they were old enough to come here.

"You know, you need to play in snow more, because you suck at snow ball fig-"

Stopping he looks into the common room to see Bruce comfortably asleep in an armchair. Ignoring Sherlock all of a sudden he wanders up to the chair and taps Bruce's hand, before looking over at Sherlock.

"He's asleep"

He looks at Bruce's prone form

"Little old for naps, aren't you?"

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[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock gets soap in his eyes and whimpers quietly while he sits still with his eyes closed tight. Burns, burns burns.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony stares flatly at Sherlock and his whimpering.

"I always go first, and I'm really never going to share with a baby."

Tony comes up to the sink neck to Bruce, getting up on his toes to look into the mirror at himself then looks around for a wash cloth.

As much as he wants to ask Sherlock if he's okay, he's too busy being stubborn and proud.

"Where's a cloth?"

[greenmoonrising]

Hearing Sherlock whimper, Bruce drops a spare wash-cloth on Tony's head and moves over to the other boy, kneeling by the bath and running his own towel under the tap. "Sherlock, I'm just going to get the soap off your face so you don't get more in your eyes, okay? Don't punch me."

He slowly brings up the towel to wipe at the running soap gently, wiping it over the boy's closed eyes and off the top of his head so it won't be running down more any time soon.

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock sits very still, ducking his head. If Mycroft gets mad at him, this wasn't his fault. It was the soap.

"You wont tell, will you?"

[arrogantalloy]

He yanks the cloth off his head before watching Bruce help Sherlock. With a scowl and a pout he turns back to the mirror and starts to roughly clean his face while tiptoeing to see into the mirror.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce's voice is as gentle as his hands as he keeps clearing Sherlock's face of soap, "No, I won't tell." He soaks the towel again in water to get rid of any soap in it before running it over the boy's face again. "That should do for your face, now just try to get the rest of the ink off, okay?"

He ruffles the midget genius' hair before straightening and turning to Tony, sighing when he sees how rough the kid's being. "Tony, you're going to take off half your face at this rate." He comes closer and stares down at him, amused smile obvious. "Can I help?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony gives a huff then tries to shift his weight, starting to feel the strain of being on his toes for too long.

"I can clean it, I'm not a baby."

For some reason he's gotten it into his head to try and impress Bruce with maturity.

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock meanwhile has lost most of his will to fight. He's not naked so he won that small battle but Bruce touches him like his big brother does and it's safe and so it's fine.

He takes more care while washing his hair not to get soap in his eyes again. He wants to keep them open all the same to observe Bruce with Tony.

[greenmoonrising]

"No, but you're still a kid. Here," gets towel lathered up with soap before getting at Tony's face carefully. "Where did you two find the ink anyway?"

[arrogantalloy]

"H-Hey! I can, heeeey."

He flaps about slightly and whines at him, almost losing his footing from being on tip toes, but settles onto flat feet when he realises that he's not escaping.

"Found it on a table with some brushes."

He almost mumbles this, but at the same time wants to show off about how he found it.

[consulting5yearold]

"Tony found it. It was his idea."

[greenmoonrising]

"Of course it was," is the dry response as he keeps getting the ink off Tony's face. "You two are such troublemakers together."

Finishing up with Tony, Bruce glances back at Sherlock in the tub. "Right, if you're both done, let's get you dried."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony keeps still but tries to look in the direction of Sherlock.

"You are such a tattle tale. And I'm not a trouble maker. I'm a fun seeker. It wouldn't have happened if you had just woken up."

He looks at himself in the mirror when Bruce is done, looking content with how clean Bruce had gotten him.

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock stands up from his bath. His clothes weigh a ton and hang on him heavy. "It's not tattling; it's saying what's true. If you don't want me to say it, don't do it."

He looks at Bruce. "You have to close your eyes."

[greenmoonrising]

"Sherlock's right, you should just learn to behave. You're a trouble-maker and a menace," he snorted, ruffling the boy's damp hair and rolling his eyes before glancing at Sherlock. "You're done?"

[arrogantalloy]

He gives a childish scowl then pushes Bruce's hand from his head.

"I am not, it's not like anyone got hurt. It's not even a big deal."

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock gets out of the tub and sloshes his way away from it. "Tony can have it now."

[greenmoonrising]

"All right, in you go Tony," he answered, easily picking up the boy and setting him in the tub before turning to Sherlock.

"Stand there for me?" he pointed to a spot a bit away from the tub.

[arrogantalloy]

"Argh! No! I don't want to go in..."

He frowns as he gets put into the water.

"Dressed."

Looking highly unimpressed like a rich kid would he starts to tug off his clothes, struggling in places because some of his things are now wet.