UGH WAIT YOU MEAN WITH THIS PROMPT:
Tony ran his fingers through hair and began to pace across the room. How he was going to explain this to Steve, he had no fucking idea. He stopped for a moment to look at the sight in front of him: Steve’s beloved shield covered in glitter, glue and Sharpie marks, thanks to their 3-year old son. He promised the supersoldier that Peter would be fine in the workshop and wouldn’t get into anything, but he was wrong. Obviously. He sighed and picked up sparkly disc and headed in search of Steve.
BECAUSE NO, NO ONE HAS WRITTEN ANYTHING ON IT YET.
I think they were going to but I can’t remember…
If anyone does want to write a fic with this prompt, man that’d be awesome!