Chapter 3
It was about a half hour before Steve nosed gently against Tony's face.
"Tooooonnnneeee." he called quietly in a sing-song tone.
"Mmmm, wha, wha's up," He mumbled, shaking slightly as he was jolted from sleep, "Oh. Hello, Mr. Eager." He laughed, and sat up to stretch, sighing happily as his back cracked.
"Didn't mean to startle you awake. Tried being gentle." Steve murmured, looking up at his husband happily, "You were resting so well, didn't want to wake you. But we are on a bit of a time crunch..." The blond said bashfully.
"Mhmmm. We still got--" Tony looked over at the clock, "An hour and a half and some. We're good.”
He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Steve's temple, scooting back to slot himself between Steve's legs.
"How do you want it, baby?" Tony purred, running his thumbs over Steve's hipbones.
"However you'd like to play with me, darling." Steve smirked back with a hum from the touches. "I'd let you know if I was opposed to something. Promise. Just want you to have your fun."
"Mmm, I always have fun," Tony murmured, spreading his hands over Steve's chest, "Lots of fun."
He grinned, leaning down to suck and bite on Steve's nipple, swirling his tongue around the nub before making a trail of kisses down to his groin. Steve hummed and noised appreciatively from the attentions, body arching slowly with Tony's movements.
"Mmm, I know you always do, but you are more creative in this field." He mewled happily.
"You want creative, baby? I can do creative," Tony murmured, "Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Down to a T. Specifics."
He sat back and looked down at Steve with a raised brow, folding his arms.
"I want you to make love to me. Want you in me, taking your own pace." Steve breathed up at Tony. "Tease, play, whatever you'd like in between, but make love to me."
"You just love takin' it slow, don't you baby?" Tony hummed, flicking Steve's abused nipple before hopping off the bed, "If you want it slow, I want you to be all pretty for me."
He tossed a grin over his shoulder before rifling through their closet, humming in approval once he found the silk he was looking for.
"I don't mind being pretty for you, baby." Steve hummed, getting off the bed to dress up in the lace. "I just like knowing you would take the time to be slow with me if I ask." He smiled softly.
Tony couldn't help but laugh as Steve didn't even glance at the attire he put on, having to put his hands on his knees to keep from falling over.
"Oh my god," Tony wheezed, "I love it. C'mere, baby, stand in front of the mirror."
"What?" Steve asked curiously until he stepped in front of the mirror, flush crawling down his body.
"American flag silk? Of course you did." He huffed a laugh, face still red.
"God bless America," Tony saluted him, lips screwing up from attempting not to laugh, "Should I sing? O-oh say can you see--"
Steve crashed his lips against Tony's, bringing them into a deep kiss if only to get Tony to stop. "You are such a nerd. My God..." He murmured, face still red.
"My singing that bad?" Tony replied in a daze, giggling softly, "I'll do my duty for my country."
He sunk to his knees to press gentle kisses on the inside of Steve's thighs, nudging his cock through the panties.
"Not bad, just embarrassing at the moment, you dork." Steve huffed playfully before Tony started to move downward.
"Tony, we--we're still in front of the mirror." He whispered, trying to keep his legs from buckling.
Tony laughed at that, humming the national anthem under his breath.
"Good," He whispered, nipping down Steve's thigh, "You get a much better angle this way, baby. Trust me."
Tony prostrated himself at Steve's feet, gently pushing the panties to the side to kiss at Steve's cock, easily taking the head into his mouth the suckle lightly. Steve made a soft whine in reply as Tony suckled, trying to not look in the mirror.
"I--Can we move away from it?" He asked quietly, looking down towards the other. "I'm...not comfortable doing this in front of it..."
Tony blinked and immediately stood, cupping Steve's face before gently leading him away.
"What's wrong, love?" He murmured, "Just don't like it?"
"No... I don't like being able to see myself while we do this." Steve murmured back. "It feels weird. Makes me uncomfortable. Sorry.".
Tony bit his lip and nodded, running his hands up and down Steve's arms.
"We'll take about it later," he promised, gently moving Steve onto the bed, "Okay?"
Steve nodded softly, settling back on the bed. He leaned up to kiss Tony softly in thanks, nuzzling his cheek as he pulled away.
Tony shook his head fondly, leaning down to take Steve's cock into his mouth again before swallowing deeply, relishing in his taste before pulling off with a quick breath, nipping at the tender skin.
"I've missed this," he murmured, leaning up to grab the lube off the nightstand.
"Me too. Very much." Steve gasped, a smile twitching at his lips. "Alone time. No one would hear us if we're loud." he mewled as Tony pulled away.
"Be as loud as you want, baby," Tony breathed, slicking his fingers before easing one into Steve, curling the digit to get him to relax, "Scream my name."
He grinned and slipped a second finger in, easily scissoring Steve open. Steve moaned softly in pleasure as Tony worked him open.
"Oooo, that feels amazing, baby." He moaned, rocking slightly on Tony's fingers "Keep going, please."
"It's not like I'm gonna stop," Tony laughed, quickly pumping his fingers in and out before adding a third one, "We've got precious time, sweetcheeks, and I intend to use it."
With a grin, Tony slicked himself up, positioning himself at Steve's hole once he felt the blond was loose enough. He slipped in with a low groan, head between his arms as he waited for Steve to adjust.
"Oooh yes..." Steve breathed, snaking his arms to the nape of Tony's neck to play softly with hair. "Y'can move, baby. Please.".
Tony chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of Steve's nose before starting to move, taking his time to make sure each thrust brushed against Steve's prostate.
Steve's moans started quiet as Tony started moving, slowly increasing in volume each time it even barely touched his sweet spot.
"Tony, ooh damn, Tony. Yes--"
"Fuck, Steve," Tony grunted, arms shaking as he picked up his pace, "Y'gonna make me come from the noises comin' from y'pretty little mouth."
He shifted slightly so he could reach down to pump Steve in time with his thrusts.
"Ah fuck yes, Tony!" Steve moaned louder, hands tightening at the nape of Tony's neck. "Right there baby, yesss!"
His head tilted back, body rocking upwards with Tony's thrusts and pumps in pure ecstasy.
Tony laughed softly at his lover's cries, slamming their hips together until he felt Steve tighten under him.
"That's it baby, let go," He breathed, biting down on Steve's pulse point on his neck, "C'mon--"
That brought Steve completely over the edge, the volume of his cries uninhibited as he called his lover's name over and over in pure pleasure. Trying to not collapse on Steve's chest, Tony barely held himself upright as Steve tightened around him. He sucked in a breath as he came, burying himself up to the hilt in Steve before letting the euphoria wash over him.
"Fuck," he whispered, visibly shaking as he pulled out and dropped down on the bed, clearly exhausted.
Steve gave a small whine as Tony pulled out, nerves twitching as he was still on his high. When he felt he was good to move, Steve turned to his side, wrapping arms around Tony and kissing gently at his husband's face with a happy hum.
"Hi," Tony mumbled, barely able to speak, "M'gon pass out."
He gave Steve a lazy kiss before tucking his head down, easily falling asleep, surrounded by his lover's warmth.
The blond huffed a laugh at his husband, settling down around him with a wide grin of content.
"Love you, y'dork..." Steve whispered, letting his eyes fall and instantly going to sleep.
Tony slept deeply, waking up slowly as he was tucked into Steve's chest. He yawned softly, nudging his chin with his head.
"Babe, we gotta shower an' talk before we get the boys," he murmured, eyes still closed.
"Hnnnn..." Steve grumbled, barely awake as he nuzzled Tony back, but eyes stayed shut. "But’s comfy and warm, Tony...."
"I will get a bucket of ice so fast," Tony teased, laughing when Steve shot up in bed, "I'm kidding, sweetie, c'mon, warm shower for the thoroughly fucked."
He sat up and leaned over to give his husband a gentle smooch, sliding off the bed to pad over to their en suite.
"You know how I feel about the ice, Tony." Steve pouted, wobbling as he followed Tony along towards the shower. "Well, we had fun while we could."
"I know honey," Tony apologized, helping Steve in before turning the hot shower on, "Only teasing, buttercup. Sit down, and I'll wash your hair for you."
He smiled softly and smooched the blond's temple once he sat, grabbing the shampoo to start massaging it into Steve's hair.
"Mmm... Feels good." Steve hummed in content, eyes half lidded as he relaxed into the touch. "Magical hands, love." He smiled warmly
"It's what I'm here for," Tony joked, gently massaging behind Steve's ears, "Now, we best talk before we have to get the kiddos. About the mirror, at least."
He bit his lip, moving his fingers to lather shampoo into the hairs at the nape of Steve's neck.
"Oh. That." Steve murmured quietly. "It’s not that big of a deal, really. I'm just... self-conscious about it."
"It is a big deal when you get self-conscious, considering you jump into almost everything with renewed eagerness," Tony pointed out, sitting down next to Steve on the shower bench.
He washed the soap out of Steve's hair, sighing softly as he did so. Steve looked down softly.
"I'm just not comfortable seeing myself like that when we're being intimate. I want to pay attention to you, and the mirror is distracting from that." He explained.
Steve went to wash Tony's hair in return, staying quiet for the moment. "Plus I don't wanna see how stupid my face gets when you're pounding into me. It’s weird." He chuckles.
"Stupid?" Tony was sure his jaw dropped to his chest. "Honey, you are absolutely gorgeous when you come, I don't think Da Vinci could recreate it, like--"
Stunned into silence, Tony had to take a moment to collect himself, making little disbelieving gasps. He shook his head and blinked up into the spray, sighing lightly.
"I understand, though. If a visual of intimacy makes you uncomfortable, I'll cover the mirror next time," he murmured.
"It’s not that. I love seeing you and looking at you when we make love. I just don't like seeing myself." He murmured back. "I want my attention to be on you. No distractions, love."
"You're not distracting anything," Tony whispered, "Never, sweetheart. Okay? We won't mess around in front of the mirror, but know I don't mind being able to see you in so many different perspectives from what I usually see. It's intimate for me to see you like that."
He squeezed Steve's hand reassuringly with a soft smile, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.
"I love you. So much." Steve said in reply, giving him a quick kiss back. "Eventually... Maybe we can use the mirror. Just not yet."
The blond stood carefully with a grunt to shut off the water. "Now let’s get dried and dressed and go get out babies."
Tony laughed and kissed Steve's hip before standing, pinching his butt lightly.
"I love you too," he chuckled, quickly washing himself up before climbing out of the shower, drying himself and walking stark naked into the bedroom to find some semblance of clothes.
"Steve? Have you seen my skinny jeans?" He called, slipping on striped briefs.
"They should be in the dresser. That's where I put them when I do laundry." Steve replied with a hobble into their room to dress as well. "If you've worn them, then lord knows where they could be. You are like Peter and his shoes." He laughed to himself.
“Shut up," Tony grumbled, retrieving the pants.
He rifled through the closet for his Black Sabbath shirt, sighing comfortably at the warmth of the shirt.
"Fine. Then I won’t tell how good I still feel from what you did to me." Steve smirked, buckling his jeans and throwing on a plain t-shirt as he hummed a tune.
"I can see you limping," Tony pointed out, grabbing one of Steve's hoodies and throwing it on as a second thought, "But if you don't feel good, we don't have to do that anymore."
He smirked over at the blond as he slipped on his toms, tugging the hood over his fluffy hair.
Steve rolled his eyes and walked over to take Tony's hand in his.
"Then that should be a good indicator." He smirked back, kissing Tony's cheek. "Let’s get the boys."
"Mmkay. You're driving," Tony hummed happily, trailing after Steve to the car, "Can we go get milkshakes first? I'm craving a milkshake."
He grinned cheekily up at Steve, tugging on his hand lightly.
"If we make it quick. If Peter found out, he'd be grumpy at us the rest of the day." Steve replied, opening the passenger door for his husband.
Tony beamed happily and gave Steve a quick kiss before sliding down into his seat, buckling happily.
"C'mon, I want a double chocolate malt," he grinned, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
"You get so excited for the simplest things. I love it." Steve grinned, pulling out of the driveway and heading to the local ice cream shop. "I'm thinking about a cookie dough shake myself."
Tony clapped happily, pulling his feet up into the seat.
"No cherry for me, though," he added, scooting down into the warmth of the hoodie, "And get Pete a little strawberry one. He's been good lately."
"Aye aye, Sir." Steve said playfully, kissing Tony quickly before heading out of the car to retrieve their spoils.
Tony waited in bubbling nervousness for Steve to return with his treat, making grabby hands once he was back.
"Thank youuu," he hummed, latching onto the straw.
"Of course, baby." He grinned cheekily, setting his and Peter's treat in the cup holders before starting the car and heading to the Barton-Barnes home. "Hope the boys had a good time.
Of course they did," Tony replied, sucking down his milkshake, "Peter's good for them. Right?" He turned an eye to Steve once the car stopped, immediately unbuckling himself to run up to the front steps and knock on the door.
"Eager beaver." Steve laughed, secretly anxious to get Peter and Sammy.
He smiled as Natasha opened the door, peeking into the household. "How'd things go?"
"Well--" Natasha faltered slightly, shaking her head. "Sammy's a gem, perfect little angel, absolutely amazing. He's fine. Peter's.... Pete's in time out right now. We were actually just about to call you about that."
Steve was surprised to hear that, glancing to Tony in concern.
"Time out? What did he do that you would need to call us?"
"He's....." Natasha sighed, opening the door more to let them in, "Does he like to paint to draw attention to himself?"
Tony gaped at the clearly graphic drawings on the walls, jaw open as he started at Clint scrubbing off a particularly large penis. "What?" he squeaked, "I-- What? Three hours, we leave him alone for three hours and he does this--"
"Why did he draw those specifically?" Steve whispered to himself, appalled at what he had seen. "Why did he do this?"
"He-- Do I look like I know?" Tony grumbled, "I'm-- Nat, can you take us to our son?"
She nodded and let them in completely, pointing out his huddled figure in the corner of the living room. "James is in there watching him," She replied quietly, "He's the only one who got him to stop crying."
Tony nodded and dashed over to Peter, sitting down next to the clearly upset child. "Pete? Honey? What happened, baby?" He asked softly, wincing when Peter started to cry once he put a comforting hand on his back.
"Peter, love, shhh baby, calm down." Steve soothed, brushing the tears from Peter's face and kissing his cheeks. "We wanna know what's wrong, baby boy. Why'd you feel you needed to draw everywhere, bubba? What's going on?"
"I wuz jus' twyin' t'help," Peter hiccuped, tears streaming down his face, "Unca' C'int wuz talkin' 'bout his doggie an' how he m-misses her, an' I jus' wanted t-t'add her to the fam'ly, buh Unca Buck y-yelled at me f'dwawin'--"
"Shhh, honey," Tony soothed, relief blooming in his chest, "He didn't know, bubby. It probably freaked him out to see doodles on the walls." He glanced over at Bucky, grateful to see him nod. "See? Everything's okay, sweetheart, no need to cry."
[Steve felt relieved that the boy had been trying to draw something else, smoothing Peter's hair back and kissing his forehead.
"At least you were trying to do something nice, baby. But you know you can't be drawing on walls without permission, right?" He asked the boy softly.
"I couldn' find m'paypah an' Unca C'int wuz busy," Peter teared up again, shaking in Tony's arms, "I jus' wanted Lucky t'be here f'him."
"Shh, sweetheart, you're okay, we all forgive you and it's coming off the wall," Tony shushed, scooping the boy up, "Let's get you home, okay? Maybe Papa and I will figure out a way for you to draw on the walls without it being too messy."
Peter nodded sadly and tucked his face into the crook of Tony's neck, whimpering pitifully.
"Hey, on the way home we have a little surprise that might make you feel a little better, okay?" Steve offered with a small smile, rubbing Peter's back. "We'll grab Sammy and head home, bubba."
Peter nodded and Tony gently bounced the boy on his hip, dancing him around the room while Steve went and got Sammy. Tony smiled at the happy baby, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"Ready?" He asked Steve.
"Yeah, just a minute." Steve answered as he made sure they had everything.
"Again, I want to apologize for the wall. He really had the best intentions for Clint." He explained. "Thank you for watching them, though. We appreciate it."
"Sammy was an angel," Bucky hummed, putting his arms around Clint and Natasha's waists, "I think we'll decide soon what we want."
"And kid, next time you wanna draw me Lucky, why don't we actually go to the pound and look at the dogs?" Clint murmured softly, tucking a stray hair behind Peter's ear.
Peter nodded softly, still looking to Clint apologetically.
"Thank you guys, again. We'll talk to you soon." Steve called with a smile, heading out to the car and getting Sammy settled in his seat.
Tony buckled Peter in, kissing his forehead before grabbing his milkshake from the front cup holders.
"It’s strawberry," he murmured, "Don't spill it, honey."
Peter nodded and sucked on the straw, sadly kicking his feet. Tony sighed and climbed into the passenger seat, reaching over to squeeze Steve's hand. Steve squeezed his hand back as he pulled out of the area and started to drive home.
"We got that for you because you've been good, munchkin. You earned it. And you still deserve it." He explained. "You aren't in any trouble, baby. You were trying to do something nice."
Peter sniffled and nodded, barely slurping at his milkshake on the way home. Once they were home, he unbuckled himself and sadly got out of the car, trudging inside with his half-empty cup. After Steve unbuckled Sammy and grabbed the diaper bag, he turned carefully to Tony.
"He needs cuddles and things that make him happy. I hate seeing him all sad like that." He murmured.
"I'm gonna give him a bath, then you're giving him art lessons and we'll go get him his own sketchbook," Tony hummed, taking the baby bag from Steve, "We'll have a movie after, and I'll make some pasta for us. Good?"
"That sounds wonderful." Steve hummed, giving Tony a kiss. "I'll get Sammy settled while you're getting Peter a bath, okay? Kid probably could use a nap."
Tony nodded and kissed Steve back, trailing after Peter to find the boy curled up in his hammock.
"Pete?" He called softly, "Let's get you a bath, kid. Wash the redness off your face."
Peter nodded, still not speaking as he got out of his hammock and followed his Daddy. He grabbed Tony's hand in his, a pout on his face.
"You're okay, sweetie," Tony soothed, grabbing Peter's favorite pajamas before heading to the bathroom, "It was just a little misunderstanding and you're not in trouble."
He started up the water and crouched down to help Peter out of his clothes, gently placing him in the warm water.
"Too hot? Too cold?" Tony asked, pouring a little bubble bath under the faucet.
"It’s jus' right, Daddy." Peter hummed, relaxing in the water as the tub filled, “I know 'm not in trouble, but 'm tired of not doin' things right..."
"Hey. Everyone messes up, kiddo, I know I still do," Tony chuckled softly, starting to wash Peter's hair, "It’s part of growing up. Making mistakes helps us learn."
He grabbed the shampoo and poured a generous amount in his hands, starting to lather up Peter's hair.
"It doesn't feel good, still." The boy sighed, leaning with Tony's hands. "’Specially when you try to do somethin' good. It makes me feel bad..."
"I know it does, baby, I know the exact feeling," Tony murmured, grabbing the bucket, "Close your eyes, please."
He gently washed the lather out of Peter's hair, grabbing the washcloth to start scrubbing him down.
"But you do lots of good stuffs." Peter explained, looking at his father surprised. "And you do it all really good. I've never see ya mess up."
"I do though, baby," Tony smiled weakly, pushing Peter's wet bangs to the side, "I know exactly how many times I've messed up, too. But I try not to think of it, 'cause every one of them has helped me as much as it hurt me."
He ignored the familiar throb in his temple, successfully pushing the urge away.
Peter reached a wet hand up to pat at Tony's comfortingly, looking up with those puppy eyes.
"If it’s any consoltashun, I don't think you mess up bad. You do really goods, Daddy."
"Consolation is a big word, buddy," Tony laughed, shaking his head, "But thank you, baby. It means a lot to me."
He pressed a kiss to Peter's cheek before letting the water drain, picking him up out of the water to dry him off with a fluffy towel.
Peter kept himself wrapped in the towel as he headed for his pajamas and got dressed.
"What're ya gonna do when I'm done, Daddy?" He asked, smoothing out his shirt and looking up at Tony.
"You mean now? We're gonna go teach you how to draw and get you some art stuff of your own," Tony chuckled, taking the towel to dry Peter's hair, "Then we're gonna watch a movie with Papa."
Peter hopped a bit happily at the thought, reaching up for Tony to hold him.
"I get to have my own drawing stuff? And then we gonna watch a movie togetha? Is Sammy gonna watch too?"
"Sammy's sleeping right now, but I'm sure he'll join us later," Tony laughed, scooping the little bear into his arms, "Yeah?"
He bounced Peter as he carried him up to the art room, grabbing one of Steve's unused sketchbooks and some pencils for them to work with before sitting on the floor.
"You teachin' me how ta draw?" Peter asked curiously, grabbing a pencil. "I figured Papa'd do that."
"Oh, he is," Tony laughed, "Doesn't mean we can't doodle while we wait."
He put Peter down on his stomach and laid down next to him, starting to hand-write the algorithm for the new Starkphone update.
Peter eyed the mess that was starting to appear on Tony's paper before turning back to his blank sheet. He started to doodle on the page just as Steve headed into the studio.
"Finally got him asleep for now." Steve sighed as he entered. "How are my other boys doing now?"
"Good," they both replied, only Peter looking up from his doodle.
"Daddy said y'were gonna teach me how t'draw," He said pointedly, scooting his sketchbook over to Steve.
"Yes I am, if you want to learn?" Steve said with a smile, joining the others on the floor. "We can start with something you would like to learn to draw."
"I wanna draw a kitty cat," Peter decided, giving Steve one of his pencils, "Can y'teach me?"
Tony stifled a fond laugh, opting to flip to a new page to continue his algorithms.
"Sure thing, bubba. But we are gonna start with a cartoon cat since we don't have a real one for reference." Steve hummed, taking the pen and a piece of paper.
"We'll draw a cat like Garfield." He decided. "Now when drawing at the beginning, we try to see things as shapes and piece them together."
Tony only half-listened at Steve explained the process to Peter, glancing up every once in a while to make sure they hadn't left without him noticing. Eventually, his hand started to cramp from writing, in which he muttered under his breath, wringing out his hand with a soft whimper.
"Now we just finish adding the markings." The blond hummed as he scratched on the paper and showed it to Peter for reference.
He looked at the boy's paper with a smile "That looks really good, Peter! Show Daddy when you're done there." He praised, leaning to kiss Tony's hand that was cramping comfortingly.
Tony smiled thankfully at Steve before peeking at Peter's paper, smooching the boy's cheek.
"That looks really good, squirt, good job," he hummed, "You wanna hang it up on the fridge?"
"I think it’s definitely fridge-worthy." Steve grinned happily, seeing the boy beam at the praise. "We'll put it up when we head downstairs in a bit."
"Mmkay," Peter kicked his legs back and forth happily, grabbing another sheet of paper to try and draw another cat.
Tony beckoned to Steve and had him lay down, easily scooting back into his chest so they could both watch Peter.
"I think this helped cheer him up. Glad you thought of it." Steve whispered, resting his chin on Tony's shoulder as they watched Peter. "I never like seeing him sad like that."
"He's a good kid, he really is," Tony murmured back, reaching up to pet Steve's hair, "We got so lucky, Steve. So damn lucky."
Steve hummed at the touches contently. "We really did. Such a sweet boy. A lot has to do with how we raised him. How he learned being around you." He grinned.
"Yeah, uh huh, what not to do, maybe," Tony muttered, rolling his eyes, "He gets his attitude from you, baby doll. Not me."
"I highly disagree with most of that, but I don't feel like arguing about it." Steve chuckled, smooching Tony's cheek. "He is a mini you. Just as cute, too."
"Mmm. Yeah, maybe," Tony laughed, relaxing back into Steve's arms, "He's a brilliant tyke. Probably smarter than me, and that's saying a lot."
He grinned up at Steve, kissing his cheek.
"Don't know about that, but he is. So smart for his age, but still has a child's mindset." Steve hummed. "I'm perfectly fine with that, of course. He should be a child right now."
"I don't want him to grow up, I want Pete to be our Peter Pan," Tony murmured, nearly falling asleep in Steve's warmth, "He deserves all the goodness childhood brings, he really does."
Tony smiled softly at his boy and settled back into Steve's chest, letting his eyes flutter closed.
Peter looked up and over at his fathers, giggling to see Tony nearly asleep. "Daddy's always sleepy, huh Papa?"
"Yeah. Its cuz he keeps weird hours usually." Steve grinned back, petting Tony's hair.
"Mmm. Do not," Tony huffed back, preening under Steve's touch, "M'in bed by one... or two in the morning. Not weird."
He purred softly at the attention, curling up into Steve's chest.
"You like to think that sometimes, Tony." Steve chuckled before hearing Sammy fussing in the other room.
The blond sighed, shaking his head. "I guess the baby is done with his nap..."
"Mmm, I'll get him," Tony yawned, pushing himself up off the floor.
He paused to let the blood rush to his head, sighing once he could skip over to the nursery.
"Hi, peaches, you done sleepin'?" He cooed at Sammy, picking the baby up, "Miss yer Papa?"
Sammy fussed softly in Tony's arms, reaching up and grabbing at Tony's beard. He smacked at Tony's chin with a little giggle.
"Yes, yes, I need to trim, I know, it's pretty bad," Tony admitted, gently putting Sammy on the diaper station to change him, "You wanna watch? You'll have to shave someday, kiddo."
He grinned, blowing a kiss at Sammy while stuffing him into a new diaper and onesie.
The baby giggled at the kiss, hands reaching to cover his face and feet kicking a little as Tony changed him, almost like he was bashful.
"Awe, look at you," Tony teased, buttoning up the onesie, "My cute little monkey, huh?"
He swooped Sammy up into his arms, singing under his breath as he danced the baby back up to the art room, not surprised to see Peter doodling on Steve's arms with marker.
"Before you ask, Peter wanted to play Tattoo Parlor and give me tattoos." Steve explained with a grin as Peter drew a heart with an arrow through it on his forearm.
“Tattoo Parlor? I want in," Tony grinned, sitting down with Sammy in his lap, "I want a beaker on my shoulder."
Peter nodded seriously as he worked on Steve's 'tattoo', tongue poking out of his mouth.
"He is very focused on his job." Steve chuckled, admiring Peter's work. "Looks good, Pete. Might come back for a sleeve."
Sammy eyed the marker in Peter's hand, reaching with a grabby hand for it with a small noise.
"Oh, no, nope, you are not putting that in your mouth," Tony took the baby's hands, pressing kisses over them to distract him, "You put enough gross things in there already."
Sammy pouted up at Tony and his lip wobbled, tiny whimpers escaping his lips.
"Markers aren't for chewing, sweetie. That is a mess and possible doctor visit waiting to happen." Steve explained, offering a finger from his clean hand. "We seriously need a teether for you, bud."
Sammy happily took the offered hand to nibble on, visibly relaxing.
"Yeah, I'll go and get one tonight," Tony murmured, petting the baby's fine hair, "Poor thing is probably in pain."
"He don't act like it." Peter chimed, observing Sammy's happy noises. "He seems happy wit' his chewin'."
"That’s because the chewing makes it feel better." Steve explained, moving his finger carefully.
Tony nodded in agreement, gently setting Sammy down so he could still chew, standing on cracking knees.
"I'm gonna go get the squirt a chew toy, anything you want while I'm out?" He asked.
Steve shook his head, taking the baby in his arms.
"Maybe more diapers, now that I think of it. Just be careful and drive safe." He smiled gently, leaning up for a kiss to Tony's cheek. "Love you."
"I'm always careful," Tony laughed, kissing him back, "Be good for Papa, you two."
Peter gave a noncommittal noise to which Tony laughed again, shaking his head as he left to find his wallet and keys. Steve looked to his boys with a hum after Tony left, finger still being chewed and arm being tattooed.
"When Daddy gets back, we'll have supper and a movie. Sound good?"
"Uh huh." Peter switched marker colors before fixing up the last of Steve's tattoo, crudely writing 'Daddy' across the middle of the heart.
"Done!" He proclaimed, capping the marker.
"Very nice, munchkin. I like the final touches." The blond grinned, admiring his ink. "You don't mind if I pay with hugs and kissies, do you? I'm a little short on cash." He teased.
"Uh-uh. Gwoss," Peter stuck his tongue out, shrieking when Steve tried to grab for him anyway. "Papaaa, nooo!"
Sammy giggled softly at Peter's antics, reaching out his chubby arm for his brother.
"Sammy wants to give kissies too." Steve laughed playfully. "Just give in to the kissies, Spider-Man!"
Peter sighed dramatically, scooting closer to them.
"If I hafta," he muttered.
Sammy blinked and put his hand up to his lips, babbling while he attempted to 'blow' kisses at Peter. Pete blinked, doing the motion back, giggling when Sammy repeated him.
"He's never done dat b'fore, Papa!"
"No he hasn't!" Steve laughed amusedly. "Daddy like to do that, so maybe Sammy was copying Daddy." He grinned, sneak over to smooch Peter's cheeks then Sammy's.
"Ewwww, Papa," Peter groaned, rubbing his cheek, "Y'gettin' spit on me!"
Sammy giggled and blew more kisses at Peter before turning to Steve to do the same.
"Thank you, you little cutie." Steve giggled, blowing Sammy a kiss back. "You'll have to show Daddy when he comes home how you blow kissies, bubba bug."
Sammy giggled again and blew more kisses, to which Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. He stood and put his markers away before trudging down to his room, grabbing up his biology textbook before settling in his hammock to re-read his favorite chapter: Arachnids.
Steve saw Peter leave with a sigh, looking to Sammy.
"Sometimes bubby likes to be by himself. He's getting near the age he doesn't wanna always hang out with his Daddy and Papa." He said softly, blowing kisses back at the baby.
Sammy's lip wobbled after Peter left, clearly distraught as he reached after his brother. He wailed loudly, huge tears streaming down his face as he tried to will Peter to come back.
"Let’s see if we can go hang out with bubba in his room instead." Steve said, bouncing the boy lightly as he carried him towards Peter's room.
"Pete? Can Sammy and I come visit?" Steve called. "Sammy wants to spend time with you."
Peter sighed and put his book down, reaching out for the baby. He settled Sammy on his chest, smooching the baby's cheek before starting to gently rock the hammock.
"Don' be upset, lil' bwotha," He whispered, wincing as Sammy started to drool on him.
"He loves you so much, Peter." Steve smiled, reaching up to card fingers through Peter's hair. "Sammy loves his big brother very much."
"Unlike others," Peter hummed under his breath, giving Steve a pointed glance before settling back in the hammock, wrapping his arms around Sammy.
"Pete--" Steve said softly, looking a bit distraught. "Never, ever think that I don't love you so much, munchkin. You are so important to me and I love you very much, son."
Peter just hummed noncommittally and picked up his book again, happy to snuggle Sammy and ignore Steve. Steve frowned at that, looking downward as he stepped a bit away from the hammock and sat on the floor. His head hung in hurt, feeling terrible that he could've made Peter think such things. After a moment, Peter looked over with a sad huff, tossing his book aside to reach down and pet Steve's hair.
Steve looked up over at Peter from the touch, reaching up and placing his hand on Peter's. "I love you, Pete. Very much."
"I love you too, Papa," Peter replied seriously, only rolling his eyes when Sammy babbled after him, "I think Sammy says I love you too."
Steve sent a small smile their way, coming up to hug the two. "I love both of you boys. You are both my sweet boys."
"Mhm, that's the word," Tony's voice came from the hallway, causing Sammy to squeal. Tony poked his head into the room with a grin, waving a teether ring at the baby before giving it to him.
Sammy took his prize happily, examining it by chewing on it and making a content garble.
"You missed it. Peter finished my awesome tattoo and Sammy was blowing kisses like no one's business." Steve said softly.
"He always does the good stuff when I'm not around," Tony grumbled, eyeing Peter before grinning, bringing out his other hand from behind him to show the boy his treat.
Peter gasped and took the lollipop, looking up at Tony with wide eyes.
"Not too much sugar before bed, and make it last," Tony chuckled, "And save it for after dinner, squirt."
"'Kay, Daddy! Thank you!" Peter cheered about his treat, causing Sammy to look up at his brother and noise curiously as he continued to chew on his teether.
Tony shook his head fondly, sitting down on the floor next to Steve. He leaned over to give him a quick smooch, happy to snuggle up to his chest.
"Hi," Tony hummed, looking up at Steve.
"Hello there." Steve sighed gently. "Glad you're back. Things were starting to get a bit rough with Peter there." He whispered, resting his head against Tony's.
"I swear he thinks he's top dog when I'm gone," Tony sighed, lacing their fingers together, "I'll talk to him before dinner, okay?"
Steve hummed in confirmation, squeezing their hands gently.
"I can go start on that, if you want? Get dinner going and you can hang out with the boys a little." The blond offered. "See if Sammy'll blow ya some kisses."
"Take him with you, will you? Just in case it gets serious, I don't want him to get upset," Tony murmured, helping Steve to his feet, "Call us when dinner's ready?"
"All right. But it’s not my fault if he starts crying. He's really attached to Peter." Steve admitted, reaching to pick the baby up.
"C'mon, Samwich. You gonna learn how Papa cooks big boy food, huh?" The blond cooed as they left the room.
Tony waved at the baby as they left, quickly stepping in front of Peter to close his door, turning around with his arms crossed.
"Sit," he pointed at the hammock, dragging over the boy's desk chair to sit down in.
Peter sat back down in his hammock, looking to Tony silently and shrinking back slightly.
"Yeah, uh-huh," Tony scolded, crossing one leg over the other, "Anything you want to tell me, squirt?"
"Not dat I can think of at the moment..." Peter said innocently. "Is there something you think I'm s'posed to tell you?"
"I will put you over my lap in point five seconds unless you tell me what you did that made your Father so upset," Tony frowned, "Now, Peter."
Peter swallowed thickly and looked downwards, taking a breath before he answered.
"Papa said dat Sammy really loves me very much. And I said ta him 'Unlike others'..." He murmured quietly.
"Oh, Peter--" Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a second to stare off into space.
"Pete, you can't say stuff like that to your Papa," He sighed, "Even if you think you're joking. He loves you very much and it really hurts him when you say stuff like that."
Tony's shoulders slumped and he sighed, giving Peter a disappointed look.
"Ever since we had Sammy, sometimes it don't feel like it..." Peter said, starting to sniffle. "He don't spend much time with jus' me anymore. And when I get a chance to be with jus' him, Sammy's crying or stinky or hungry."
Tony sighed sadly and motioned to the boy, pulling him into his lap.
"That's what babies do, honey," he sighed, "They need a lot of attention because they can't do much for themselves. I'll make sure that Papa spends more time with you, okay? I'll try to work from home more, and take care of Sammy so you two can spend time together, okay?"
Tony nearly cringed at the workload he just put on himself, but he stuffed it down, offering Peter a smile instead.
"But then you'll be really busy and then I couldn't see you a lot either." Peter said with a wobbly lip.
"We'll find a balance, pip, I promise," Tony murmured, kissing the boy's cheek, "You're okay, no need to get upset. Tell you what. We'll move our schoolroom down to the lab, okay? That way we'll all be together and I can still get work done."
Peter nodded softly at the proposition, snuggling into Tony's chest as he sat in his lap.
"'Kay, Daddy." He hummed softly, finishing his sniffles.
"You need to go apologize to your father," Tony said quietly, rubbing the boy's back, "And make it very clear to him that you love him. Understand me?"
"Yessir..." The boy mumbled before climbing off of Tony's lap to head off towards the kitchen to get his Papa.
Tony sighed and closed his eyes, mentally thanking his stars for his newfound control. He stood and followed Peter down to the kitchen, watching with a smile as the boy practically attached himself to Steve's leg.
"Papaaaa," Pete whined, tugging on his shirt so he'd look down.
Steve turned with a surprise, a saucy spoon in his hands as he looked down at the boy.
"Peter? What are you doing, munchkin?" He asked curiously.
"I lub yew," he mumbled into Steve's pant leg, hugging him as tight as he could, "I didn' mean t'make ya upsets--"
He looked up and sniffled, tear stains evident on Steve's khakis.
"Oh, Pete--" Steve said softly, setting his spoon down and kneeling to pull Peter into a hug.
"I love you too, so much bubba. So so much. Don't cry, okay? I like to see you smiling and happy. It’s okay." He soothed, kissing the side of his son's face.
Peter hiccupped and nodded, wiping the tears off his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Steve's neck.
"Can we watch a movie aftah dinnah? Jus' us?" He asked softly, tucking his face into Steve's neck.
"Sure, bubba. If you want to do that." Steve smiled softly. "But what about Daddy? You don't want him to watch, too?"
"Nuh uh. Wanna spends time wiff you," Peter mumbled, rubbing his nose into Steve's neck.
Tony laughed quietly at that, shaking his head fondly.
"Okay then. You and I will watch a movie together after dinner. Whichever one you want to watch, just you and me." Steve smiled, petting softly at Peter's hair.
"Now, will you go get Daddy for me and tell him its dinnertime?"
Okay!" Pete grinned and dashed off, practically slamming himself into Tony's legs. Tony quickly scooped the boy up on reflex, kissing his nose while waltzing him into the kitchen.
"Don't run, kid, that's how things get broken," he teased softly.
"Be they objects or body parts." Steve sighed fondly, glancing at Tony. "I assume you were there the whole time and heard everything?"
"Only a bit, but I got the gist. I'll take the little one up early, and you two can have a ladies' night," Tony teased, rolling his eyes at Peter's complaints.
"We're not ladies, Daddy! We are men!" Peter announced, puffing his chest.
"Yeah, Daddy! We're men!" Steve chimed playfully in an echo.
"If you sing that song, you both are getting put in time out with no dessert," Tony interrupted, shooting Steve a glance, "Also, you and I have talked about that particular term of endearment from you around the kids.”
"Yer grumpy," Peter replied, grinning up at Tony before leaning up to kiss his cheek, wriggling out of his arms to go over to his seat at the table.
"And it’s not like I should call you Tony in front of the boys. To them, you're not Tony. You're Daddy." Steve stated, setting the table with a smirk. "Besides, when Sammy starts talking, do you want him to call you Daddy or Tony?"
"I don't think he could pronounce it, I'll be Dada till he can," Tony huffed, going over to Sammy to pick the baby up, "Isn't that right, squeakers?"
Sammy chewed on his ring and made happy noises up at Tony, reaching up to pet his goatee.
"He just really likes your beard, Tony. He might just tell you're you by that." Steve chuckle softly as he made the plates.
"Daadddddyy" Peter whined, patting the seat next to him. "Come eat dinnah!"
"Unless you grow one. Which I'm putting down as my birthday present," Tony laughed, smooching Sammy's cheek before buckling him into his high chair and wrapping a bib around him, "Alright, pesty Pete, I'll sit next to you."
He happily skipped over to sit next to his son, plopping a kiss on the top of his head. Steve hummed thoughtfully as he sat in his place, picking up his fork to eat.
"I might try to. I haven't been able to so far. Couldn't hurt though, right?" He stated with a smirk at Tony.
"Yes you have, you have stubble every morning," Tony accused, helping Peter get started on his food before picking up his own fork, "I'd say it'd be three days before you had a full beard." He nodded, stuffing his face with pasta.
"Having stubble and growing a beard are different. It gets so patchy at first." Steve murmured softly as he ate. "I'll start trying to grow one to see what it’s like, I guess."
"I have a beard, I know what it's like," Tony laughed, reaching over to help Peter cut up his shrimp, "It's not that bad once you get it to a good trimming length. Just gotta wait it out."
He helped Peter eat a couple bites before returning to his own food, practically shoveling down the delicious alfredo. Looking up, Tony frowned at the look on Steve's face.
"What?" He asked.
"Peter is swelling up, Tony. I think he's allergic to shrimp!" Steve nervously, rushing out his chair and over to Peter to check him out. "We'll probably need to take him to the hospital, because this doesn't look minor."
Tony looked over and immediately picked up the boy, ignoring his silverware clattering to the floor.
"I'll take him, you clean up and get Sammy all ready, text me when you get there," he called over his shoulder as he swiped his keys and wallet, running out to his Mercedes to hurriedly stuff the boy in.
Steve nodded back, going over to scoop up Sammy and get him upstairs for a change and to pack. The baby whined a bit from all the sudden excitement, Steve shushing him gently.
"I know, bubba bug. But we gotta go see bubby. He's a bit sick and Daddy needed to take him for help."
Tony really wished stop lights didn't exist. He had one hand on the wheel and the other on Peter's, gently shushing him as he sped off to the hospital.
"I know, I know, shhh, it’s okay, you're gonna be fine, just a few more minutes," Tony soothed, more to his own nerves.
One he parked he leapt out of the car and scooped Peter up, jogging into the emergency room and running up to the desk.
"Shellfish allergy," he blurted, slightly out of breath, "He-- benadryl--"
"Alright, sir. Just calm down a bit and we'll get him in quickly and taken care of." The nurse explained, calling a doctor over quickly to take Peter.
It didn't take too much longer after that Steve and Sammy showed up, heading to the desk.
"Um, my husband came in a bit ago with our son who was having a severe allergic reaction to shrimp?"
The nurse nodded and pointed.
"Room 109," she explained, "He should be in there."
Sammy whined in his baby carrier, reaching up at Steve.
"I know, baby boy. I'll be able to pick you up once we find Daddy and Bubby." Steve shushed as he looked for room 109.
Pacing in the room, Tony had already started rattling off the Fibonacci sequence out of anxiety, nearly jumping out of his skin at the hand on his back.
"Fuck," he gasped, whirling around to grab onto Steve, "They're sedating him right now, behind the curtain, he'll be okay--"
Tony clutched at Steve's back, ignoring the stupid, stupid, stupid tears running down his face.
"That's good. But calm down, Tony. You got him here. You did good, baby." Steve whispered, giving Tony a kiss for comfort. "We didn't know and sadly one of the only ways to find out allergies is to be exposed to it."
"Right, right," Tony took a breath, pulling back to rest his head in Steve's chest, "No more seafood. I'm not taking chances."
He took a breath and looked down at the baby carrier, laughing softly as he bent down to pick up Sammy.
"Hi you, you rattled too?" He whispered, tucking himself back into Steve's chest.
"Yeah, he was getting fussy on our way in here. He just wanted someone to hold him, I think." Steve hummed, holding Tony and Sammy close as they waited. "We can hold you and be calm now, baby boy."
"He's probably the calmest one right now," Tony muttered, head shooting up at the sound of the curtain opening.
"Dr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers?" The doctor asked, "Please, I'm sure you're worried--"
"No one's called me doctor since I graduated, please, Mr. is fine," Tony murmured, careful not to jostle Sammy too much as he sunk into a chair by Pete's hospital bed, picking up his tiny hand.
"Hey, munchkin. You had us scared there. You feeling a little better now?" Steve asked Peter softly, smoothing the boy's bangs.
"Sleepy," the boy puffed, eyes hazy, "Arm huwts."
"Yeah baby, that's the drip bag, it's what helping keep your allergy away," Tony murmured, running his thumb over the boy's hand reassuringly, "A few hours and we'll be able to take it out, get you bandaged up and go home, okay? We can all sleep in Papa's and my bed tonight, extra special."
Peter nodded tiredly, leaning into Steve's touch with a whine.
"I know, bubba. Papa had this happen before." Steve hummed softly. "I'm really allergic to a chemical in Tide detergent. Gramma bought it once for us and I went into anaphylactic shock trying to put on a shirt."
"Really? God, you were allergic to everything," Tony mumbled, adjusting Sammy in his lap, "I'm sorry you went through that, though. I'm sure you gave Sarah and Bucky the biggest scares of their lives."
"Scared the heck out of me, too. That’s like the one thing I am still allergic to." Steve admitted, turning back to Peter.
"Anyway, I know how you feel, Peter. But you'll get better and we'll probably be getting you an epipen from the doctor."
Peter nodded, scooting over in his bed. He patted the sheet next to him, tiredly reaching up at Steve. "In," he asked softly.
"I dunno if they would allow me too, Petey." Steve said softly. "We'll have to ask the nurse first, okay?"
Peter teared up and let his arms drop, whimpering softly.
"Hey, hey, shhh, Papa's gonna go ask, okay?" Tony immediately grabbed Peter's hand again, having the boy concentrate on him, "You're alright sweetheart, you just don't feel so good, I know, I'm sorry, I love you, you're gonna be okay..."
Steve had turned to get up and ask, but the nurse was already looking at him and giving a nod.
"Kay, munchkin. I'm squeezing in next to you, okay? Nice and careful."
Tony helped Peter scoot over to Steve could climb in, smiling as the boy tucked himself into Steve's warmth. Pete sniffled softly and whimpered, letting Steve comfort him.
"You're okay, lil 'un, I promise," Tony murmured, holding Peter's hand comfortingly, "Not much longer and we can go home and get you all comfortable in your own bed with Wade, alright?"
"I thought we was gonna be in you 'n Papa's bed?" Peter said pitifully, Steve nodding gently in reply.
"Yeah, bubba. We'll let you sleep with us tonight. And we'll get you cuddled with both us and Wade." He hummed, kissing Peter's forehead.
"Yeah, sorry, that's what I meant," Tony chuckled softly, lifting up Peter's hand to kiss it, "You're okay baby, there's no need to get upset, you're fine..."
Tony whispered to him till the Doctor cleared his throat, announcing his presence.
"Peter? Hi, I'm Doctor Blake, but you can call me Donny if you want," he smiled, gentle despite his lumbering appearance, "Do you know what happened to you?"
Peter looked up at the doctor slowly, giving a half shrug. "Shrimps made me go into anafi-- an-- 'm allergics..." He murmured.
The doc nodded, flipping open his chart.
"You had a severe allergic reaction to shrimp, which I would suspect could be all shellfish," He answered for Peter, "Thankfully, your dads were smart enough to get you here before you could go into a full shock, so we were able to keep you sedated. You should be discharged within the hour, and for the parents--"
He scribbled something on a purple notepad, tearing it off and handing it to Steve.
"--prescription for four epipens," He continued, "I'll also send a memo to Peter's regular physician, so he or she will be able to regularly prescribe it in case it arises again."
"Thank you very much, Doctor Blake. That takes a lot of worry away if this happens again, God forbid." Steve sighed, reaching to take the paper and shake the man's hand.
"It's my job to help, Mr. Stark-Rogers," Blake chuckled, shaking both their hands, "A nurse will be around to take his vitals again before he leaves, then you'll be free to go. Have a good rest, Peter."
The boy waved weakly as the Doctor moved off, then coughed softly and leaned into Steve.
"Papa, m'sleepy," he mumbled, "m'head hurts."
"I know, baby. Once the nurse comes and checks you over, we can leave and you can sleep while we drive home, okay?" Steve soothed, petting at Peter's hair.
He nodded softly, cuddling up to Steve until the nurse came with her chart, quickly taking Peter's blood pressure and temperature.
"He's doing much better, and he's down to 99.0," She informed them, smiling as Tony signed the discharge papers, "He needs some sleep, and he should be better by the morning."
"Thank you," Tony handed her the chart back, standing and putting Sammy in his carrier before picking it up, "Ready, Petey?"
Peter nodded sleepily, laying against Steve as the man carried him.
"We'll get you comfy at home, munchkin. And we'll sleep." The blond hummed as they headed out to the car. "I already threw away the shrimp and things, too, okay?"
"I'll re-sanitize the kitchen when we get home," Tony added, "And we should brush our teeth too, just in case."
He buckled Sammy into the back with Peter, giving Steve a quick kiss before skipping over to the other car, quickly roaring off for home. Steve sighed softly at Tony's speed, shaking his fondly as he got into the driver's seat. Sammy was still awake and babbled over at Peter, reaching tiny hands over at his brother.
"Nuh uh, Sammy, don' wan'chu to get sick too," Peter replied weakly, trying to keep the baby's hands away, "Maybe tomorrow."
Sammy teared up and his bottom lip wobbled, whining around his binky.
"Sammy, don't cry. Bubba doesn't feel good." Steve explained as he drove home. "But Peter, you're okay around him. People can't catch allergies from others, munchkin."
"Oh."
Peter reached over to hold Sammy's hand, giggling softly when the boy stopped his whimpers.
"S'okay, Sammy," he murmured, "We's almos' home."
Steve smiled soft at his boys in the car mirror, pulling into the garage to find Tony's car already parked.
He headed inside after somehow managing to carry both Sammy's carrier and Peter, being greeted by his husband. "Give me a hand?"
"I think you need more than a hand," Tony laughed, taking Peter from Steve, "Kitchen's all clean and our bed is turned down. I'm gonna stuff him into the bath and pajamas, you wanna take Sammy and we'll rendezvous at bed in twenty?"
"Shhh," Peter muttered, putting his hand over Tony's mouth, "Loud."
Steve chuckled warmly, taking Sammy's carrier in both hands.
"Sounds good to me. I'll see you and Pete soon and we'll get comfy."
He kissed Peter's cheek then Tony's, taking Sammy up to the nursery.
"You think you can handle a bath, Pete?" Tony asked softly, smiling at the boy's mumble, "Or do you need me to help you?"
"...help." Peter murmured back, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he snuggled into Tony's chest.
"Thought so," Tony chuckled, carrying the boy upstairs, "Do you need me to sit in the tub with you? Or will you be able to sit up for me?"
He brushed the boy's bangs to the side and kissed his forehead, bouncing him on his hip while he went to fetch Peter's bear pajamas and new undies.
Peter shook his head gently, holding his clothes as they headed towards the bathroom. "I can sit myselfs. Just need help with da rest."
"Okay, pumpkin. We'll have to change your band-aids, too," Tony murmured, setting the boy on his feet before turning the tap on.
He turned back to Peter to carefully undress him, wary of the band-aids on him from the IV point.
Peter went along with Tony's movements, helping his daddy the best he could in his undressing and carefully getting into the tub. He sunk into the warm water with a sigh of relief, eyes shutting for a second.
"Feels good..."
"Mhm," Tony hummed, grabbing the washcloth to start gently scrubbing the boy down, "Lemme know if anything hurts, okay?"
Peter nodded softly, letting Tony scrub him up. His eyes were still a little puffy, but by now it was mainly from needing sleep. He about nodded off before Tony's voice chimed in at him.
"Hey, hey, Peter," Tony gently swiped the washcloth over the boy's forehead to help him wake up, "Just a few more minutes buddy, okay? Just need to get you dried, in pajamas, and brush your teeth, then we'll grab Wade and you can come sleep in my bed. Think you can stay awake a little while longer?"
"Mhmmm..." The boy hummed with a yawn, letting Tony finish before trying to climb out of the tub towards the towel Tony had out.
Tony quickly scooped the boy up and dried him off, efficiently stuffing him into his undies and pajamas.
"Almost done," He soothed, lifting the boy up onto his step stool, "Can you brush your teeth for me?"
Peter nodded, slowly but surely getting through brushing his teeth. When he had finished, he reached up at Tony, looking up at him with pitiful eyes.
"I know, one last thing," Tony soothed, rummaging through his medical cabinet to grab a band-aid, "Then we'll go sleepies, I promise."
He quickly put the new band-aid over Peter's IV mark, scooping the boy up and kissing his cheek before going to grab Wade.
"See? All done," Tony murmured to the boy, bouncing him slightly as he walked back to his bedroom, "And Papa's waitin' for you."
Peter looked up sleepily and reached out at Steve, eyes closing as he started to nod off in Tony's arms.
"Poor little guy can barely keep his eyes open." Steve cooed, scooping Peter up onto the bed and under the blankets. "You'll feel better in the morning and I'll make you a big breakfast, okay?"
Peter was already asleep by the time his head hit the pillow, snoring softly into Steve's side.
"Poor thing," Tony whispered, changing into pajamas before slipping into bed with them, "He almost fell asleep in the bath."
He huffed softly and brushed the boy's bangs to the side, laying down to cuddle up to him.
"At least we know what not to have in the house anymore," he muttered.
"It’s a shame. I liked shrimp. But I'm more than willing to give it up to keep this from happening again if it can be helped." Steve whispered back, snuggling the boy close. "We'll have to let the other's know too so they don't accidentally feed it to him when he's over there."
Tony nodded.
"I'll take you out for seafood date nights," He hummed, bringing Steve's hand up to his lips to kiss his knuckles, "You won't go without, honey, but we'll have to keep it away from mister allergic."
Peter grunted in his sleep, to which Tony grinned.
"You really are like me kiddo, only I react the same away around cats," he murmured.
Steve sent a smile Tony's way in reply, reaching to stroke the man's cheek gently.
"I'll keep him away from shellfish and you away from cats. Gotta protect my fellas." He chuckled at a whisper. "Make sure they are okay."
"Mmm, yep," Tony hummed.
Peter kicked back in his sleep, causing Tony to gasp and curl up.
"Okay, sleep, he wants us to sleep," Tony whispered in a pained voice, "Ow."
Steve chuckled quietly and nodded, settling around Peter and looking to Tony.
"Sleep it is, then. Goodnight. I love you." He whispered to his husband, hearing Peter grunt beside him. "Love you too, munchkin."
"Yeah, my junk isn't lovin' it so much right now, holy hell, ballet paid off," Tony groaned, rolling over onto his other side, "Night, slightly more muscular husband."
He huffed and smiled at Steve's laugh, settling down till he fell asleep.
Steve continued to smile to himself, waiting until he heard both Peter and Tony's soft snores before letting his eyes fall. He let the gentle breaths lull him until he was asleep with them both.