I dont think MCU Tony realises he is werewolf AU's son now. He has no say in it he is THEIRS and they are going to spoil him and love him and send him cute dresses. Tony would be very confused by the dresses but they do look amazing so...
Lmao oh my God.
Howard: I’m just saying we could bring him here and he could be Tony’s big brother and it would be fine.
Maria: Jesus Christ his world needs him
Howard: HE NEEDS SOMEONE IN HIS CORNER MARIA
Maria: *flails* You said he has a Rhodes!
Howard: Yes, they hurt him too.
bb!Tony: W-what? D: How–how could they hurt my friends???
Maria: Well now I have to kill them, Howard.
Howard: I MEAN I’M NOT TOTALLY UPSET ABOUT THAT????
Rhodey: Delivery for Tony Stank lol
Tony: Are you ever going to let that go???
Rhodey: Lmao nah.
Tony: Aw it’s from Freakishly Protective Howard and Werewolf Maria. Aw! Little Tony sent me a drawing of him and me holding hands!
Rhodey: *has to struggle not to clutch chest, whispering* Fuck that’s cute.
Tony: … *checks the address* …Rhodey
Tony: *holds up a red-polka-dotted summer dress* ???!??!!!!
Rhodey: …I mean. It would look good on you??
Tony: *scoffs* Of course it would. But why would they send it to me?
Rhodey: Holy shit Tones did you even notice that Little Tony drew you wearing a dress too or were you distracted by the hand-holding?
Tony: I though the was just terrible at drawing. Why… why would this fit me perfectly. Did Howard take my sizes at one point? What the fuck.
Rhodey: Wait it’ll actually fit you?? *lunges at him* PUT IT ON.
Tony: AGH WHAT THE FUCK JIM!??!?!
Natasha: *sipping tea* I saved the New York Times for you.
Steve: *suspicious* Thanks.
Natasha: I think you’ll find the front page very interesting.
Steve: *still suspicious, picks up paper* I don’t know what you’re planning, but–Oh my God.
Steve: Is this a dress? I mean–of course it’s a dress. On Tony. Oh. Oh my God.
Natasha: Twitter’s having a field day. I’m enjoying myself immensely.
Steve: *weakly* I… I can tell by the smile on your face.
Natasha: I’ll only judge you a little if you keep that. I will judge you more if I find it again.
Steve: *clutches paper, skuttles away in shame*