Hey! I have horrible writers block on my main story, sorry babes. In the mean time I've pulled this out of the dozen things I've started. I'm thinking this timewise is set before or in conjunction with Misadventures of Superbabies. Enjoy!

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"Be good for your dad." That's what Pops had said when he left for his mission. The subtext was clear in their Dad's (not quite pleading) eyes as they'd all wished Pops good luck.

"Please let them stay out of trouble. I cannot handle my own children without you."

Unfortunately Evie and Peter were well aware of that fact, and their "free pass" to cause chaos. So aware, that they were currently sitting in a separate juvenile holding cell in an upstate New York police station.

"We're so screwed." Peter murmured to himself, pressing his head into his hands.

"Continuing to say that doesn't help the situation." Evie said with an eye roll.

"Dad's gonna kill us." The realization came whispered through his fingers.

"Alright guys!" A chipper young officer walked into the hall, he opened the cell and ushered the two teens out. "I've taken the guys you were brawling with down to processing. Your turn."

"I hate you." Peter mumbled to his sister as they sat beside the officer's desk.

"Ok, I'm Officer Murray. I just need some info so I can get you two out of here." The young man smiled. "Names?"

"Evie." Evie glanced at Peter. "He's Peter."

"Ok, guys." Officer Murray turned away from his computer to make eye contact. "I need your help here. Real legal names, like the whole thing, or we'll be here all night."

"Evangeline, E-v-a-n-g-e-l-i-n-e. Natasha." Evie sighed, then catching the officer's expectant look, she added softly. "Stark Rogers."

"Stark Rogers like...?" Officer Murray stopped typing as Peter nodded. "Shit. Ok."

"Peter James, same last names."

"Got a phone number for your folks?" Officer Murray turned his phone to face the teens as he ran a hand through his hair. This night was not going the way he had envisioned.

Evie nodded and dialed her dad's cell.

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"Where are they." Tony Stark burst into the Fisher's Landing police station with what could only be described as raw fury.

"Mr. Stark sir?" Officer Murray extended his hand before quickly thinking better of that attempted peace offer. Instead he gestured for the fuming father to follow him. Officer Murray led him through the door leading to the holding area. "I have your children just over here."

"What the hell were you thinking." Tony said, his voice scarcely above a whisper when the cell opened and his two older children stood before him.

Neither replied, but both made it a point to not make eye contact with their clearly furious father.

"I asked you a question."

"We weren't." Evie answered softly as Peter nodded.

"What do I need to sign?" Tony turned to the officer, anger visibly radiating.

...

"Assault. You were charged with assault!" Tony yelled as he steered the small jet back towards the tower's landing pad.

"Dad? Uh. The car is still back there?" Evie said quietly.

"Tough. Guess you don't have a car." He took a deep breath as he landed the vehicle with a jolt. "What the fuck were you two thinking!"

He paused taking a long breath and clenching his eyes shut.

"Dad?" Peter asked as the three sat in the jet, nobody moving.

"My office." Tony said. He stood with a resigned grunt. Placing his hands on the nape of each childs neck he led them into his rarely used home office.

With a thump Tony kicked a chair out of one of the room's corners and deposited his son in its place with a firm smack to the rear. His daughter soon occupied a barren corner across the room having received the same treatment.

"Stay." He growled, trying desperately to embody Steve's feared 'Captain America' tone. "Do not move. Do not speak. I'll be back."