Tony: “You’re grounded”

Your dad tries to threaten in a serious tone, but from the way you scoff, you clearly aren’t concerned. You raise an eyebrow, humming

You: “And how’s that?”

Tony blinks at your audacity, before scowling

Tony: “No art privileges for- for two days!”

You: “Oh no, how will I live? It’s not like I have projects in my room or anything”

Sarcasm is in a Starks nature, so of course you inherited that from your dad. It’s the one thing he HATES that you inherited. Tony glares, before he seems to get an idea

Tony: “Fine then, if you wanna be snarky. No Natasha”

You freeze

You: “No Nat?!”

Tony: “No Natasha. For a week”

This has to be some kind of joke

You: “What?! You can’t do that!”

Tony: “Sure can. Just did.”