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?"

Comments

[arrogantalloy]

"I can tell it's too bare."

He dips his brush in the ink then draws a line from his forehead down his nose.

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock nearly falls off the couch to avoid the paint. Not that his plan works--Tony's already given him a nice stripe.

He considers whining about it but that wouldn't work with the likes of Tony. He rather hopes the other boy likes blue, then, because he's going to get a big blob on his cheek.

[arrogantalloy]

"Ugh! That's slimy"

Looking less upset and more amused, Tony simply strikes out more trying to get as much ink on Sherlock's face as possible.

[greenmoonrising]

All this activity over him is causing the heavy sleeping log otherwise known as Bruce to stir, frowning and shifting in place but not waking.

Yet.

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock has already upturned the ink bottle into his hand to just grapple inkily with Tony. He smooshes his palms against Tony's cheeks but freezes when he hears Bruce stir.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony makes a loud grossed out noise at being inked up and tries to swat at his face with the brush.

"Ah ha! Take that"

Unlike Sherlock, Tony doesn't notice Bruce stirring.

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce makes an irritated noise and opens his eyes, glaring blearily up at the kids. "What are you two do- Sherlock, is that you!?"

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock stares at him until he finds himself smacked with inky brush. His attention is immediatly recaptured by Tony who he once again just tries to grab at with his coated fingers--his hair this time.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony glances quickly down at Bruce.

"Being creati- Hey! my hair!"

Tony baps at him more with the paintbrush while he tries to squirm away from the inky hands trying to get into his hair.

[greenmoonrising]

"Hey hey hey!" he snaps, sitting up and separating the two. "Enough of tha- is that all ink...?"

He touches a hand to his face, feeling the wet ink and putting 2 and 2 together at the speed of light. "..................... You two are so dead once I've gotten us all cleaned up," he growls, standing and holding each boy around the waist under both his arms and hauling them off for the bathrooms.

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock pulled at Bruce's arm. He was not liking this. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

[arrogantalloy]

He cries out when Bruce wakes up, somewhere between a laugh and a surprised noise. As he's picked up he starts to squirm like mad.

"Why are you growling at us?"

He continues to fidgets, grunting a little.

"It's performance art! Sherlock started it!"

[greenmoonrising]

"Tony, I know how you operate and I know for a fact you'd have come up with this 'genius' plan," he grumbles, still carrying the two down the stairs and for the bathrooms. "Painting on a sleeping person's face without their express permission is wrong, Sherlock," he added, ignoring the funny looks they were getting along the way.

[consulting5yearold]

"I didn't only paint on your face, though!"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony stops squirming to look up at Bruce.

"You've known me, what? Two or something days. No way could you know how I operate. Not even face readington over there knows."

He gestures at Sherlock, whom he's no doubt spent most of his childy times with so far.

[greenmoonrising]

"I know things, believe me," he grumbles, kicking the bathroom door shut behind them and getting some towels, locking the door with his wand. "Now go wash up, both of you."

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock stares at him. "No."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony folds his arms.

"You're not my butler."

[greenmoonrising]

"I might not be either of your guardians, but I sure can tell Mycroft and Jarvis both that you've been deciding to take artistic license on my sleeping person," he answered sternly. "I have it on good authority that they'd spank you until you couldn't sit for a week if they found out you've been misbehaving again."

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock scoffed at the idea. Mycroft wouldn’t raise a hand to him. Sherlock would shout and Mummy would get cross.

But he can play power games too. He marches over to the tub and gets in fully clothed.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony's only been spanked once, and it was enough to make him decide he didn't want his ex-military butler to try that again.

He fidgets a little but doesn't move.

"You wouldn't."

[greenmoonrising]

He ignored how Sherlock got into the tub fully clothed and just turned the water on, making sure it wasn't too hot before getting the soaps. He straightened and look over to Tony, knowing that the one person in the world Tony never wanted to cross was Jarvis.

"Wanna bet?" he asked, raising his brows and crossing his arms.

[consulting5yearold]

Sulk. Full on, pouting sulk.

[arrogantalloy]

Deciding to forego an actual argument here. Tony simply points at Sherlock looking unimpressed.

"How come he gets to go first?!"

[greenmoonrising]

"He doesn't, the tub's big enough for both of you," he answered flatly. "Now are you getting in or not? I'd really rather only have to deal with one set of wet clothes in all honesty."

Glancing at Sherlock he raised his brow. "Are you going to wash yourself or are you going to make us both suffer through the embarrassment of having me scrub you down?"