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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[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?"

[consulting5yearold]

"You're not allowed to touch me." He crosses his arms over his chest.

[arrogantalloy]

"I'm not sharing anything"

He crosses his arms looking more unimpressed.

[greenmoonrising]

"Alright then Sherlock, you can wash yourself, the soap's right there." The tub water's almost at Sherlock's waist so Bruce turns the tap off, before turning away. "You can wash with your clothes on, just try to get that ink out of your hair."

Turning to Tony, Bruce's expression is as unimpressed as ever. "Then you can wait until Sherlock's done." He turns and catches a glimpse of his face in the mirror, sighing and getting a towel, running it under warm water and lathering it up with some soap before getting to work on cleaning his face.

[consulting5yearold]

Sherlock sits there obstinantly for a while but he really would rather get that stuff off him. He huffs and grabs the soap, glaring at Bruce.

"I'm not doing it because you told me to."

[arrogantalloy]

"Why does he get to go first?"

Tony how ever is less than worried about the ink staining his skin, because what does he care? It'll come off eventually. He does however care that he's going to be second in this whole affair.

[greenmoonrising]

"Of course you're not, now get scrubbing," he snorts, rolling his eyes. Satisfied that the soap is slowly getting the ink-stains off his skin, he glances at Tony through the mirror and raises a brow. "Because he got in first. You're still welcome to join him and get this over with sooner if you want."

[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.