Chapter 4
The next morning, Tony was woken up by small scuffling noises from somewhere in the room. He cracked an eye open and fumbled for his glasses, rolling his eyes at the bear raiding his sock drawer.
"What are you doing, you silly boy," He laughed softly, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, "C'mere, you might wake Papa up."
"M'feets were cold. I wanted socks." Peter said drowsily, grabbing a ball of socks and heading back to the bed. "Morning."
Tony hefted the boy onto the bed and took the socks from him; rolling his eyes.
"Why don't we go get socks your size?" He laughed, smooching the boy's cheek, "You wait here, and I’ll go get a pair."
Tony quickly padded over to Peter's room to grab a pair of long socks out of his drawer, rolling his eyes.
"Just like his Papa," He hummed, walking back into the bedroom, "Alright, squirt, gimmie your feetsies."
Peter stuck out his feet, wiggling his toes at Tony playfully as the socks were slipped on. He giggled when Tony played with the toes a little. "Tickles!"
"Really?" Tony put on a face of mock surprise, "I guess I'll just test it again."
He attacked Peter's feet with his fingers, grinning at the boy's squeal.
"NOHOHO DADDY STAHAHAP--" Peter squealed and kicked in a fit of giggles, accidentally kicking his Papa in the back.
"Ow." Steve deadpanned, grumbling as he rolled onto his stomach.
"Told you he kicks ferociously. Let's sign him up for soccer," Tony laughed, pressing slopping kisses over Peter's cheeks.
He blew a raspberry on the boy's stomach, grinning.
Peter squealed even louder at the raspberries in laughter, noise coming through the baby monitor from Sammy in response.
"Oh boy, kid, Sammy wants words with you," Tony laughed, sitting back, "He's gonna nibble on your fingers for waking him up."
Peter looked particularly offended at that, glancing over at Steve.
"Dat's not twue, is it Papa?" He asked, just in case.
"He might, but not because he's mad. Just because he likes chewing." Steve mumbled, finally opening his eyes. "He'd never be mad at his bubby."
Peter stuck his tongue out at Tony, who rolled his eyes.
"I'll get him," He laughed, patting Steve's thigh on his way over to the nursery.
Tony quietly opened the door before heading over to scoop up the fussy baby, smooching his forehead.
"You sleep well, lil 'un?" He whispered, taking Sammy over to the changing table.
Sammy garbled up at Tony, little feet kicking as he was on his back on the changing table. He stuck a hand in his mouth to chew on since his teether was still in the crib.
"No, don't, I'll get your toy in a minute," Tony sighed, taking Sammy's thumb out of his mouth in exchange for his binky.
He quickly changed him and put him in his bear onesie, scooping Sammy up before going and getting his teether ring.
The baby took the teether happily, chewing on it like crazy as they headed towards the kitchen for his breakfast.
"Ouch, kid, you must really be hurtin', huh?" Tony murmured, setting Sammy in his high chair before going to start making his formula, "We'll be takin' you to the doc soon, kiddo, maybe he has some kid tylenol we can give you."
Sammy looked at Tony curiously as he chewed, noising softly as he waited for his formula. He smacked gently at his highchair table in wait, almost as if impatiently.
"Yes, yes, Princess, I'm getting there," Tony laughed, taking the heated bottle from the microwave to test on his wrist, "Okay, it's ready, don't suck it down too fast."
He exchanged the bottle for the teething ring, smiling fondly at Sammy. Sammy suckled on his bottle contently, looking beside him and reaching out to Peter as he and Steve walked into the kitchen.
"Hi Samwich. Daddy got you breakfast there?" The blond grinned, turning back to Peter. "I'll make us breakfast then we can watch our movie, okay?"
"M'gonna get dwessed first," Peter replied, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Sammy's cheek before bouncing off for his room.
Tony smiled softly, leaning against the counter.
"He really loves his brother," he murmured.
"Those two'll be inseparable, no doubt. Sammy cries if he can't have Peter around." Steve hummed, starting to set up to make some eggs.
"I know, that's the part that worries me," Tony muttered, "What's gonna happen when Peter starts ballet again? He's going to be gone for a couple hours, and Sammy's gonna get fussy."
He shook his head and sighed, going over to bury his face between Steve's shoulder blades.
"We'll just make sure he is occupied during then." Steve said simply. "We'll play and nap with him to keep him distracted."
"King Baby?" Tony joked, laughing, "Oh my god, Steve. I love that picture so much."
Sammy shouted from his high chair, grumpily tossing his empty bottle to the floor.
"Hey now, little boy. That isn't very nice." Steve sighed, picking the bottle up and carrying it to the sink. "No throwing bottles."
Sammy chewed on his teether and made a light noise, kicking his feet against the high chair with a giggle.
"Awe, he's just like you, Stevie," Tony teased.
Steve raised a brow and turned back to the eggs. "I'm not sure what of the things he just did makes him like me."
"Acting innocent," Tony grinned, sidling back up next to Steve.
Sammy whined from his chair at the lack of attention, thumping his hand on the tray of the highchair.
"Sammy." Steve said in a gentle, warning, singsong voice. "We know you are there, baby. We are just busy." He sighed. "Tony, would you pick him up please?"
"Yep," Tony popped the 'p' while scooping the baby up, smooching his fine hair.
"He's so blond," he murmured, bouncing Sammy around the room, "He almost looks bald from how blond he is."
"Well it'll darken as he gets older, I'm sure." Steve hummed as the bacon sizzled. "And if he looks bald, that’s fine. He's a baby."
"Sammy's bald?" Peter said with a gasp as he came back into the room. "What happened to 'is hairs???"
"No, no, he's not actually bald," Tony laughed, "His hair is colored in such a way that he looks bald.”
Peter made grabby hands up at Tony, who sighed and shifted Sammy to one hip, picking up Peter and setting him on the other.
"Apparently, I'm a child jungle gym," he announced.
"It would appear so." Steve chuckled warmly, smooching Tony's cheek as he passed to set the table. "At least you won't be for too much longer since breakfast is served!" He said dramatically.
"Please take one," Tony wheezed, "They're heavy together."
"M'not heavy," Peter protested, frowning as he let himself down, "M'very light."
Tony sighed and sat at his place at the table, letting Sammy perch on his lap and lay back against his chest. Steve chuckled as he sat next to his husband and his son at the table for breakfast, looking to Tony sweetly.
"Super Daddy. Able to lift a boy and a baby with ease." He joked, taking a bite out of his eggs.
"Super Daddy!" Peter cheered, stuffing eggs in his mouth.
"Iron Man," Tony corrected, ripping his toast in half.
"Iron Daddy," Peter amended, smirking up at him.
Tony rolled his eyes fondly, leaning down to smooch the boy's forehead before going back to his breakfast. Sammy looked up curiously from his spot in Tony's lap, eyeing the food and reaching for the other half of his daddy's toast with a garble.
"Ah ah, you don't have enough teeth, little one," Tony murmured, pushing his plate out of Sammy's reach, "Sorry, love."
Sammy's lip wobbled as he looked up at Tony, tiny whimpers escaping from his lips.
Peter reached over and pet Sammy's head gently.
"Don't cry, Sammy. You'll get ta eats big people foods soon. Jus' not yet." The boy explained, handing the boy his teether again.
"See? You're okay," Tony soothed, gently bouncing the boy on his knee while Sammy nibbled on his teether.
Tony quickly finished up his breakfast and sat back with a happy sigh, giving Steve a lazy smile.
"It's been a heck of two days," he announced, sighing.
"I'll say. But we can take a day to relax though now that we know that shrimp is not good and we don't have to worry about allergies." Steve answered softly, kissing the top of Peter's head as he cleared the table.
"Movie!" Peter cheered, scrambling out of his seat to go tug on Steve's shirt, "C'mon, Papaaa--"
"Eager Mcbeaver wants your attention," Tony laughed, standing with Sammy on his hip, "I'll clean up in here, Papa, you go watch a movie."
"You sure? As long as you are okay with it." Steve said gently, picking Peter up to carry the boy to the living room. “So munchkin, what movie we gonna watch today?"
"I dunno," Peter shrugged, resting his head on Steve's shoulder, "Termina'tuh?"
He grinned up at Steve with doe eyes, letting his bottom lip quiver ever so slightly.
"Nice try, but I think that movie is a little too mature for you." Steve hummed back, raising a brow. "We need to see what Daddy thinks."
Peter leaned back in Steve's arms and groaned.
"See what Daddy thinks about what?" Tony poked his head into the living room, drying a plate with a towel.
"Peter wants to watch Terminator, and I said that might be a bit too mature." Steve explained. "What say you, love?"
Tony bit his lip and shrugged.
"I think it'd be okay," he finally said, rolling his eyes at Peter's whoop, "Just keep the volume down, and only a little bit of the movie. Not too much violence for you, young man."
"Daddyyyy," Peter whined, "Y'sposed t'be on my side."
"Compromise is better than nothing, bubba." Steve answered softly, laying back on the couch with Peter. "JARVIS? Queue up Terminator for us, please. But can you sort through some violence, please?"
Peter pouted, but he kept his thoughts to himself, scooting up close to Steve's side.
The TV flickered to life and the movie began, nearly startling Peter, but he took a breath and kept watching.
This isn't bad at all, he thought, happily watching the robot-man drive around with his gun, This is nothing--
Peter was startled out of his thoughts by a jump scare and a loud-pitched screech, causing him to scream and fling himself into Steve's lap.
Steve held Peter to him, brushing his hair gently with his hand. "See what I mean? You okay, Petey Pie?"
"Yeah, yeah, m'fine," The boy grumbled, more embarrassed than anything else.
He pulled away from Steve and crossed his arms, determined to get through the movie without screaming. Or crying. Again.
"Okay. But if it gets to be too much, let me know okay? Then we can watch something else." The blond sighed, turning back towards the movie again.
Peter nodded and really tried to get through the movie, but once the machine guns came into play, he ended up burying his face in Steve's chest, whimpering as he curled up in his Papa's lap.
"JARVIS, turn it off." Steve sighed, wrapping arms around Peter. "Bubba, it’s okay. It’s just a movie. It’s okay. Shhh..."
Peter sobbed into Steve's chest, clutching at his shirt with tiny hiccups. He sniffled and curled up tighter, whimpering quietly till he calmed himself down. Steve rocked the boy gently with soft hums, rubbing Peter's back soothingly.
"It’s okay. You're my big boy, it’s okay." He assured. Wanna watch a Disney movie instead? We could watch Atlantis or Treasure Planet? Whatever one you want bubby."
"Can we watch d'lil mermaid?" Peter hiccuped softly, wiping his tears on Steve's shirt.
"Of course we can, munchkin." Steve smiled softly, smooching Peter's cheek. "That one is one of my favorites. JARVIS?"
The title screen to the movie started to play, following Paramount's dance of stars over a mountain; Peter started to relax back into Steve's chest, quietly singing along. Steve hummed along with his boy as the movie played, keeping Peter snuggled to him as they watched.
"Do you have a favorite part, Peter?"
"Uh huh," He mumbled, nuzzling against Steve's chest, "I like when Ariel s'in her cove an' she sings 'bout thingamabobs."
"That is a nice part. She's got a nifty collection, huh?" Steve hummed sweetly. "I like when they beat Ursula and they get a happy ending. The book isn't as happy as the movie, so it’s nice."
"Shhh," Peter patted Steve's chest, "Y'talkin' over her singin', Papa."
He let his eyes glaze over slightly, sinking back into Steve's warmth. He yawned and closed his eyes for only a second, easily falling asleep.
"Sorry, Pete." Steve whispered with a smile, watching the screen until he felt Peter's breathing even out with sleep.
The blond sighed in amusement, laying him and his son back carefully. Figured now was a good a time as any to have a nap with his son and let his eyes slip shut.
Peter snored quietly against Steve's chest, writhing slightly as bits and pieces of the Terminator plagued his dreams; he whimpered quietly in his sleep, face tightening as Arnold held his gun up to Ariel--
"No!" Peter wailed, sitting up with his chest heaving.
He looked down at himself and burst into tears, only now realizing he'd wet himself on accident.
"Peter?" Steve said sleepily as he woke up from Peter's scream. "Peter, what's--"
He stopped once he realize he was wet. "Oh, Pete. Did ya have a bad dream?".Steve picked the boy up, careful to avoid any more wetness. "Let’s go get us a shower and some new clothes, okay? It’s alright, bubba."
Peter cried more as Steve carried him upstairs, uncomfortable at the cold wetness spreading through his khakis. He buried his face in Steve's chest and hiccupped, busting into tears when he felt the cold liquid trickle down his thigh.
"Shhh, shhh... It’s okay, Petey. Just an accident." Steve tried to soothe, setting Peter down in the bathroom and getting rid of the boy's wet clothes. He stripped out of his damp shirt and pants as well before starting the shower water.
Peter rubbed at his eyes and shivered in the cold of the bathroom, whimpering as Steve helped him into the shower.
"M'sowwy," He cried, sitting under the hot spray, "I didn' m-mean tuh--"
"I know, bubby. It’s okay. It was an accident." Steve assured, getting Peter scrubbed down gently. "You get scared? That happens sometimes when people get scared."
Peter shrunk away slightly and nodded, trying to force himself to relax.
"Yeah," he whispered, hanging his head in shame, "Termina'tuh."
There was a quiet knock at the door, followed by Tony's anxious voice.
"Steve? Pete? Everything okay?"
"We're okay, hon! I'll explain when we are out!" Steve called back, turning attention back to Peter. "That's why I was iffy of you seeing that movie. It’s not real baby, you're okay."
Peter tried to huff but it came out as a sniffle; he knew Steve was right, so he let himself be washed up, still slightly teary as he was helped out and wrapped a fluffy towel around himself. With a sad sigh, Peter sat on the edge of the tub, shivering when his feet touched the chilly tile.
Steve wrapped a towel around himself and grabbed Peter new clothes and socks. He helped the boy slip into his clothes, getting dressed himself before scooping Peter up. Peter clung to Steve as he was brought out to his bedroom, holding his arms out to his Daddy. Tony took the boy from Steve with a gentle sigh, exchanging him for Sammy before sitting down with the boy on his lap.
"What happened?" He asked softly, brushing Peter's wet bangs aside.
"He had a bad dream about Terminator and had an accident during our nap." Steve explained, taking Sammy in his arms.
Peter flushed in embarrassment at that, tucking his head into Tony's chest.
"Hey, it’s okay buddy," Tony soothed, kissing the top of his head, "I get scared sometimes too, nothin' to be ashamed of."
"Even Captain America and Iron Man get scared sometimes. It’s just a sign we are human." Steve soothed softly. "And accidents happen. That's okay."
"But--" Peter said with a pout, "it got on you too."
"It was an accident, Peter." Steve replied. "I am not mad at you or upset. You're okay. Don't cry bubba."
"It got on you?" Tony grinned up at Steve, laughing at the look on his husband's face, "Oh my god, excellent. Good job, Pete, for thinking to lay on your Papa rather than on the couch."
Peter rolled his eyes but giggled anyway, tucking his head into Tony's chest bashfully.
"There's the smile I know and love," Tony teased, hugging the boy tight.
"Even though it is at my expense, I am glad to see the smile too." Steve grinned softly.
Sammy made a small garble almost like a giggle while reaching towards Peter.
Peter reached out for the baby and kissed his hands, eyes lighting up at Sammy's squeal of delight. "M'glad y'don't wet y'self, Sammy," He sighed wistfully.
"Oh yes he does," Tony rolled his eyes, "Believe me when I say he does."
“And poops. That’s why babies have diapers and why we go through them so quickly." Steve sighed at the baby, who just gave a toothless smile back. "And he knows we are stuck cleaning it for him. For now. As soon as we are able, you are getting potty trained, kid."
Peter made a disgusted face, quickly retracting his hand from Sammy.
"Eww," he whined, "S'gross."
"Tell me about it," Tony laughed, cuddling Peter to his chest, "We used to do the same with you and pull-ups, mister."
"It’s not like he touches it or anything, Peter. He can't help it." Steve explained when he heard Sammy fussing and reaching for Peter again.
"Still. Germy," Peter giggled, reaching back out to play with Sammy's hands, "Y'gwoss, bwotha."
Sammy whined at that, reaching up to pat at Peter's face.
Steve chuckled at that. "He's like 'I'll show ya gross. I'll just touch your face!'." He said dramatically, to which Sammy garbled happily.
Peter rolled his eyes and made grabby hands at Sammy, at which Tony shifted so he could hold both boys in his lap. Sammy blinked up at Peter before leaning up, kissing him on the lips.
"Ew!" Peter shrieked, "Sammy."
"Aw, that's sweet Peter. Sammy just wanted kissies cuz he loves you." Steve grinned, sitting down next to all his boys.
Tony leaned behind them to kiss Steve, eliciting another groan from the boy.
"At least we know where Sammy learned it," Tony laughed, letting Peter scramble over into Steve's lap.
"Well yeah. I'm just surprised he picks up on it so fast." The blond said, smoothing Peter's hair. "He might want to stick to just blowing kisses to Peter, though." He chuckled.
"He's so affectionate," Tony laughed, gently rocking Sammy in his arms, "Just like his Papa."
Sammy babbled up at him and reached up to play with his beard, kicking his legs out.
Steve hummed in reply at the comparison, smiling softly over at Tony and laughing at Sammy grabbing his daddy's beard.
"He is just so fascinated with that." He explained, running his hands comfortingly along Peter's back.
"Probably feels funny to him," Tony grumbled, gently playing with Sammy's hands, "It's rough, compared to the softness of everything else."
Peter wormed back into Steve's chest, looking up at his Papa.
"Can we go t'the park?" He asked softly.
"The park?" Steve asked curiously. "Actually the park sounds like a good idea. Haven't been out because of weather and it’s supposed to be nice today." He explained, turning to Tony. "Does the park sound good to you?"
Tony nodded and shrugged.
"We'll have to bundle them up, but I'm game," He chuckled, patting away Sammy's wandering hands, "We can pack a picnic, if you'd like."
"Yeah!" Peter cheered, startling Sammy.
Sammy screeched back in response, managing not to cry but giving them all a freaked out look.
"It’s okay, Samwich. Bubba is just excited" Steve soothed. "But yeah, a picnic at the park sounds good. And we'll get to use the stroller we've only used like once."
Tony gently put Sammy up against his chest and patted his back, nodding.
"Yeah, and push them on the swings," he laughed, standing with the baby, "You wanna get Sammy set up or Pete?"
"I'll work with Peter. He can help me work on making the lunches afterwards." Steve grinned, standing with Peter in his arms.
Tony nodded, swooping over to his husband to give him a quick kiss on the lips before heading off with Sammy to the nursery.
"Why does Daddy kiss y'so much, Papa?" Peter asked, slightly annoyed, "It's weird."
"It’s because we love each other like we do. You'll understand when you find someone of your own someday." Steve explained as they headed to Peter's room. "He's the only one ever that I've kissed like that, so its special."
Peter gaped, staring at Steve. "Buh Sammy kissed me like dat!" He whined, "I won' get t'have special kissies??" He teared up and sniffled, rubbing away the tears that fell down his cheeks.
"No, no Peter. You'll have special kisses, I promise." Steve assured, helping wipe the tears away. "He doesn't know better yet, plus he's your brother so those kisses aren't like Daddy and I's."
Peter whimpered, but he nodded, letting Steve comfort him. Eventually, he pulled back, letting Steve stuff him into his jacket with a beanie and little gloves. "Why do y'lub Daddy so much?" He asked softly, giving Steve his doe eyes.
"Well, there are lots of reasons why." The man answered. "He's brilliant, funny, caring and loving. He has his problems, but everyone does. He's my first love and my last. My soulmate..." He answered, quiet and fond.
Peter blinked and nodded, still too young to quite understand. He gave Steve a smile and leaned up to kiss his cheek, drawing him into a hug.
"Lub you Papa," He whispered fondly.
Steve was surprised at first but easily hugged back, kissing Peter's cheek in return.
"Love you too, Munchkin. You're such a good boy." He hummed fondly with a smile. "Wanna help me make some PB&Js?".
Peter nodded, taking Steve's hand as they walked down to the kitchen. He stood on his tiptoes to get the peanut butter from the fridge, grunting as he carried it over to the counter.
"Thank you, sir." Steve grinned, taking the peanut butter and getting out the loaf of bread to get started.
"What else do we wanna add to our picnic, you think?".
"Carrots," Peter decided, "An' apples. An' deh pwetzels Daddy weally likes."
He nodded, climbing up onto his stepstool the retrieve the last item.
"Okay. We gotta make sure we've got enough for you, Daddy, and I." Steve hummed as he worked to pack things up. "Need to make up some formula for Sammy too.".
Peter nodded and grabbed three bags of pretzels before putting them onto the counter and trooping over to the fridge to grab three apples and a bag of carrots.
"Where's d'picinik basket, Papa?" He asked.
"Its in the pantry, Boo-Boo." The blond joked in a Yogi Bear voice, cutting up the apples into slices. "You think you can get it okay, bubba?".
"I'm seven, Papa, not four," Peter huffed, rolling his eyes as he padded to the pantry.
He dragged the picnic basket out to the kitchen, leaving it at Steve's feet.
"Well I didn't know if you could reach it quite yet. Didn't want it falling high up on your head or something." He murmured, picking up the basket and packing their lunch up.
"Only Daddy does that," Peter replied matter-of-factly, grinning at his Papa's laughter.
"Well, yeah with some things." Steve chuckled softly "But don't let him hear you say that.”
"Say what?" Tony rounded the corner with Sammy on his hip, diaper bag on his shoulder.
He looked between the two of them before squinting accusingly.
Steve stifled a snicker and turned to finish the lunch.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Just picking a little fun." He chuckled, blowing Tony a kiss.
Tony clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, going over to retrieve the stroller and buckle Sammy in before turning back to them.
"You helpin' your Papa with lunch, pipsqueak?" He asked Peter, ruffling the boy's hair.
"Uh-huh. We's getting da good stuffs." Peter said matter-of-factly. "We's gonna eat 'n swing 'n slide n' all sorts a'stuffs!"
Tony laughed softly, picking the boy up and resting him on his own hip.
"Did you get a picnic blanket?" He teased, "Or are we gonna eat off the grass?"
"I got it!" Peter announced, wiggling from Tony's hold and running off to find the blanket.
Tony laughed, skipping over to Steve to press a kiss to his cheek and gently rest a hand on his lower back.
"You're gonna tell me what it was later, yes?" He whispered smoothly, rubbing circles into Steve's back.
Steve looked back playfully, kissing the bridge of Tony's nose.
"Hmm, maybe." He hummed. "It really wasn't anything important."
"Maybe? Maybe?" Tony clicked his tongue, moving his hand down to pat Steve's buttocks none too lightly, "We'll see."
He winked and stepped back to tend to Sammy, crouching down to kiss his chubby cheek. Sammy squeaked happily at the kiss on his cheek while Steve's cheeks gained a slight pink dusting.
"I got it! I got it!" Peter giggled, running in with the picnic blanket excitedly.
"Good job, Buddy," Tony grinned, taking the blanket.
He paused, then raised an eyebrow at his son.
"Wasn't this blanket at the top of your closet?" He asked, keeping a blank face, even at Peter's sheepish look.
"Maaaaaybe..." Peter said softly with nonchalance in his voice. "I got it, though."
Tony frowned and put his hands on his hips.
"So if I go up to your room right now, it's not going to be really really messy, right?" He asked.
"Right." Peter said with a nod. "Don't worry, Daddy! I figured it aaaaall out 'n dere is no messes. Pwomise."
"So I can go check?" Tony smirked, side-stepping the boy before striding off for the boy's room.
Steve looked at Peter with a raised brow. "You aren't worried." He noticed, seeing Peter's grin as the boy shook his head.
"Nope! You could say I kinda did a Spidah-Man thingy." He shrugged triumphantly.
Tony trooped up to the boy's room, not surprised to see it cleaned. He turned to go back downstairs, but against his better judgement, opened the boy's closet. Tony looked around for a second, laughing at the footprints on the wall and shelving.
"Cute," He grinned, snapping a few photos before going back downstairs.
"So, did everything check out okay, Tony?" Steve asked playfully along with Peter's grin.
"Mhm. We get to clean footprints off the walls when we get back, though," Tony replied nonchalantly, picking up the picnic basket, "I'm sure you can reach them, right, Peter?"
Peter pouted slightly and looked down, shuffling his feet. "Yes, sir...”
"Don't worry, I'll help you out munchkin." Steve assured, smooching the top of Peter's head. "So. We all ready to go, boys?"
Peter was still pouty as he grabbed Steve's hand, leaning against his warmth as the small family trotted out the door and toward the grassy knoll near the park.
"Don't look so sad, lil 'un, I'll get you an ice cream after lunch," Tony chuckled softly, ruffling the boy's hair.
Peter immediately perked up at the sound of that, starting to pull Steve along as they got closer to the park.
"C'mon, Papa! Let’s go on da swings!" He said excitedly.
Tony rolled his eyes fondly, taking the picnic basket and stroller from Steve.
"Go have fun, baby and I will set up lunch over there," he hummed, stealing a quick kiss from Steve.
Steve kissed back, smiling softly at Tony before leaning down to kiss Sammy's cheek.
"Be good for Daddy, okay?" He instructed, waving softly before following Peter.
Sammy babbled at them before reaching up to Tony, kicking his legs.
"I know, I'll play with you in a minute," Tony laughed, going to find a place in the shade to set up.
Sammy made a huff noise at Tony, babbling as they moved to the spot the blanket would go to. He whined when they stopped, intently watching Tony.
"I know, shhh," Tony soothed, quickly spreading out the blanket and setting the basket down, "There, see?"
He helped Sammy out of the stroller and pulled the baby to his chest, kissing his fine hair lightly.
Sammy garbled as they sat down, letting out a laugh as Tony kissed his hair. His first actual laugh, not just a garble as he played with Tony's fingers.
Tony paused mid-kiss and pulled back, heart thumping in his chest. He quickly pulled out his phone and turned on the video, propping it up so it was pointing towards Sammy.
"Can you laugh again honey? Hmm? You did so well!" Tony praised, gently bouncing the boy on his knee, "Do I need to tickle you to have you laugh for the camera?"
Sammy looked around curiously, making a confused noise until Tony tickled lightly at his tummy. The baby laughed happily, giving a big, toothless smile.
Tony grinned, feeling tears bud up in his eyes, despite himself.
"Awe honey, you just had your first laugh, and it's so cute," he breathed, "Finally I get to witness a first--"
Tony placed kisses all over the crown of Sammy's head, happily pulling the baby to his chest.
Sammy continued to giggle from the kisses, cuddling back against his Daddy and reaching happily for his beard again. Tony couldn't help but laugh, brushing the happy tears off his cheeks.
"Hi Sammy," he whispered, letting the baby feel his beard.
The baby smiled happily back with little noises as he patted at Tony's chin.
"What're my fellas up to over here?" Steve said with a smile, Peter on his hip.
"Bonding time," Tony replied softly, playing with Sammy's hand, "He laughed, Stevie. Like, really laughed. He sounds just like you."
He looked up at Steve with a watery smile, happy tears brimming in his eyes. Steve stared back surprised but happy, looking down at the baby.
"Did you laugh, Sammy? Was Daddy being funny while bubba and I was gone?" He asked quietly, sitting down with the others with Peter in his lap.
Sammy giggled softly and reached out for Peter, dropping down onto his stomach to attempt and crawl over to him. He whined when he only got partway, squeaking when Peter helped him up.
Tony leaned onto Steve's shoulder and sighed wistfully, burying his nose in his husband's chest.
"I love you," he mumbled.
Steve kissed the top of Tony's head and nuzzled at his hair softly.
"I love you too." He whispered back, taking his husband's hand in his. "I can't believe you got him to laugh."
"I'm getting the hang of this Dad-thing, I guess," Tony chuckled softly, rubbing his thumb over Steve's knuckles, "He sounds exactly like you, Steve. He's gonna be just like you when he's older."
Tony looked up at Steve fondly and drew him into a lazy kiss, gently licking at the seam of his lips.
"Daaaddy! Not in fron'a Sammy!" Peter griped, covering the baby's eyes despite the giggles from the little one. "It’s gwoss!"
Steve ignored Peter's protests and happily kissed back a bit longer before pulling away.
"You've had a handle on the Dad thing for a while. You do good, hon."
"Yeah, maybe," Tony chuckled, stealing another kiss, "I've still got my doubts, but I think I'm getting out from under myself."
He smiled softly, giving Steve an eskimo kiss.
"You two is so gwoss." Peter groused, looking down at Sammy. "Right, little bwotha?"
Sammy looked up at Peter with his toothless smile, starting to blow kisses at the boy.
"I'm surrounded by kissers." Peter groan, putting a hand over his face which Sammy mimicked.
"Yes, you are," Tony laughed, tugging Peter into his laugh, "You used to be a kisser, baby. You gave Papa kisses every night before bed and me every morning when you woke up."
"Nuh uh!" Peter cried indignantly, "I would neva!"
"You did. You were such a loving toddler, it was so cute." Steve grinned, taking Sammy and playing with the baby's fingers. "Loved giving kisses."
Peter pouted and grumbled in Tony's lap, squealing when his Daddy smooched his cheek.
"Ewww," he groaned, wiping away the kiss, "Daddy, noooo!"
"Daddy yes," Tony laughed, smooching the top of Peter's head, "I love you, honey. Very much."
"And I love you also, Petey." Steve grinned, hearing a squawk from the baby. "And Sammy loves you too. Loves his big brother a lot." He chuckled.
Peter whined, putting his hands on his face to hide his embarrassed flush. Tony laughed softly and tugged the boy to his chest, rubbing circles in his back.
"You're okay," Tony soothed.
Steve smiled fondly at the two, reaching back for their basket.
"Hey, how about we eat our lunch, huh? Seems like a good time." He suggested in hopes it would help Peter feel better.
“Yeah, that sounds good," Tony hummed, seating Peter in his lap, "You hungry, Pete?"
The boy nodded and gently took one of the sandwiches from Steve, nibbling on it before happily settling back into Tony's chest.
"Fank yew," He garbled around his food.
"You're welcome, munchkin. But don't talk with your mouth full, please." Steve answered, mixing up formula for Sammy to eat.
Peter quickly finished his sandwich and reached for a juice box and carrots, happily munching down his lunch.
Tony smiled fondly and took his own lunch out of the basket, not surprised to see one of the sandwiches marked with his name.
"No jelly?" He asked, grinning over at Steve.
"Nah, just Peanut Butter. Goes best with pretzel." Steve grinned back, feeding the baby with one hand and eating his sandwich with the other. "Plus its less sticky."
"And sugary," Tony hummed, licking his fingers, "S'good. Thank you."
He leaned over and left a peanut butter kiss on Steve's cheek, laughing softly to himself as he grabbed a bag of pretzels.
Peter rolled his eyes at his fathers, finishing up his sandwich and eating on his carrots.
"After lunch, can we go down da slide?" He asked softly.
"Yeah baby," Tony murmured, leaning over to help clean Peter's hands, "Do you need to go potty first? I'll take you, if you do."
The boy thought about it for a second before nodding carefully, hopping up to his feet. He held his hand out to Tony for him to take on the way to the bathroom.
"We'll be back," Tony told Steve, kissing his cheek before letting Peter lead him over to the public restrooms.
He helped the boy go and wash his hands, ruffling his hair in praise as they headed off toward the slide.
"C'mon, Daddy!" Peter urged, tugging Tony along. "I want ya ta go down da slide with me!" He said excitedly.
"Can we both fit?" Tony questioned, eyeing the metal slide, "I don't know if we can, pipsqueak."
Nevertheless, Tony climbed up to the top of the slide and sat down, helping Peter into his lap.
"Ready?"
Peter looked down the slide warily at first before giving a firm nod, looking back up at Tony.
"Ready!" He assured, giving a thumbs up in approval.
Tony wrapped his arm around Peter and gently pushed them down the slide, careful to not hold too tightly. He laughed at Peter's stunned expression, setting him on his feet at the end of the slide. Peter looked up at Tony still a bit stunned with a grin growing on his face.
"Again! Again! Again!" He hopped up and down.
"Okay, okay," Tony laughed, letting the boy drag him back to the steps up the slide.
He sat down at the top and put Peter in his lap again, letting the boy drag him down the slide another ten times.
"Alright kid, wearin' me out," Tony grinned, "Wanna go on the swings?"
"Yeah!" Peter bounced, Leading Tony to the swings and urging the man to sit in the swing next to him.
"Swing wit' me, Daddy! It’s fun."
Tony bit his lip and sat, only gently pushing himself.
"Are you sure you don't want me to push you, sweetheart?" He asked softly, watching the boy struggle to kick off, "I don't think your feetsies can reach the ground, bubba."
"I can reach!" Peter proclaimed, nearly out of the swing as he tried to touch the ground with his tip toes. "I want ya ta swing toooooo."
Tony rolled his eyes fondly and started to swing, reaching over to push Peter along with him.
"There you go, kick your legs," He praised, grinning, "You're practically flying, Petey!"
Peter grinned and giggled happily as he started to swing higher, watching his daddy swing along with him. "I'm swingin' like Spidahman!" He giggled.
Resting his head against the swing, Tony smiled fondly at Peter, happiness and thankfulness swelling in his chest as he watched his little boy laugh and smile in the sun's rays. Eventually, Peter tired himself out and Tony had to carry him back to the picnic blanket, not surprised to see Steve with Sammy perched on his lap, reading a book.
"Hey," Tony whispered, carefully sitting down as not to jostle Pete.
"Hey there." Steve grinned back as Sammy tried to play with the book pages. "Munchkin get all tuckered out?"
"Yeah. All his energy got taken out on the swings," Tony laughed softly, tucking Peter closer to his chest, "We should probably get them home, it's about Sammy's naptime anyway, yeah?"
"Yeah, as much as he'd probably enjoy 'reading' more." Steve chuckled, closing up the book and scooping up the baby to put back into the stroller. "You'll probably be ready to sleep once we are headed home, huh?"
Sammy babbled up at Steve, looking confused when Tony popped a binkie in his mouth. He settled down on the walk home, quietly snoozing in the stroller once they got home.
"I'll take care of the basket and pipsqueak, you make sure the little one doesn't wake up," Tony whispered, carefully taking the basket from Steve's hand.
"Oh, um, all right." Steve whispered back, kissing Tony's cheek. I'll meet you when everything is settled." He answered, carefully cradling Sammy as he headed up the stairs.
Tony set the basket on the counter and made fast work of getting Peter tucked into bed, making sure Wade was snuggled in beside him before going downstairs to unpack the basket and put everything away. He'd only thrown the picnic blanket in the washer when familiar arms wrapped around his waist.
Tony turned around, letting his hands rest on Steve's chest and head in the crook of Steve's neck.
"Hi," he murmured.
"Howdy." Steve grinned, kissing Tony's temple sweetly with a hum.
"Hmm... How many times have I said I love you today?"
"Uhh--"
Tony blinked, screwing up his face as he tried to remember.
"Once," He decided, "So far, at least. And that's saying the words in those order."
"Really? I need to fix that." The blond smirked, kissing at Tony's face and whispering 'I love you's throughout. He tugged the other close and ran his hands along Tony's back.
"Steve--" Tony whimpered quietly, biting his lip to keep from moaning "--we can't, not with the kids upstairs, even if they are asleep." He thumped his head against Steve's chest pitifully, mumbling apologies into his shirt.
"I know, I know..." Steve sighed, stopping his hands. "But I should still be able to love on you like this. It’s my right as a loving husband to do so if you wish me to."
"I do, you know I do," Tony mumbled, wrapping his arms around Steve, "I wish we could be lovey newlyweds again, y'know? We need a night to spark ourselves back up. A night off." He smiled up at Steve, going up on his tiptoes to kiss his lips.
Steve hummed softly into the kiss, loving the idea.
"We could see if the others would take the kids one night? So we could have us time." He offered as a suggestion.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Tony murmured back, "But, on one condition. I get to plan the entire night. No exceptions." He grinned, ignoring the pink dusting his cheeks.
Steve raised an eyebrow playfully in response.
"That sounds like a great condition. Also means you have a plan, and I can't wait to see it," he nearly purred, kissing at Tony's blush.
"Mmm. Stop that, you'll make me blush more," Tony tried to scowl, ending up with a childish pout, "Go call them and ask. And catch them up on Mister Shellfish and stuff. I think I'm gonna go work a little bit so I'm completely free for our date night." He smiled softly and gave Steve's cheek a kiss before turning to head off to the workshop, humming under his breath.
"Will do." Steve hummed back, heading towards the kitchen to use the phone, giddily calling up the others.
When Bucky picked up the phone, he sighed at the dreamy voice at the other end of the line.
"If you butt-dialed me while Stark's sucking your dick I'm going to kill you," he announced, grinning at Steve's splutter.
"That is not what is going on, Buck." Steve scolded in a hushed toned. "Besides, how would I have known if I butt dialed you?" He sputtered.
"Anyway, I am just calling to ask if you'd be willing to watch the boys for a night sometime soon."
"Oooh, so Stark does suck your dick," Bucky grinned, enjoying Steve's groan, "Yeah, we can take the little ones off your hands. When do you want to hoist them over?"
"I'll have to ask Tony about it." Steve said with a hand over his face. "He's planning something, so I have no clue."
"Yeah, I can see that," Bucky hummed, taking Natasha's cell from her hands, "Ooh, Stevie-boy, are you in for a day. He's texting Nat, and apparently he wants tomorrow night. I can't tell you why, though."
Natasha smacked Bucky's hand for taking her phone.
"No. Bad, James." She scolded lightly.
"Oh, so she gets to be in cahoots, then." Steve hummed. "Don't know why Tony had me call then, but is tomorrow night good for you all?"
"Stark's a sneaky bastard, that's why," Bucky replied, pouting at Natasha, "Tomorrow's fine, I gotta go, someone dug their nails into my hand."
"All right pal, thanks. And don't let her get you too bad." He smirked before ending the call with an excited hum.
Bucky tossed his cellphone back onto the nightstand, gently turning over in bed as not to disturb Clint in-between him and Nat.
After not getting a response from the red-headed Russian, Tony deleted all the messages incase Steve wanted to snoop, grabbed his wallet and keys and headed upstairs.
"I'm going to the store for some parts, be back soon, might wanna check on the boys," He got out in one breath, stealing a kiss from Steve with a huge grin before dashing off to the garage.
Steve stood stunned for a moment until Tony had gone, words finally processing.
"Uh, okay..." He spoke out to no one, turning and deciding to head upstairs to check up on Peter and Sammy.
Already snuck out of his bed and over to the nursery, Peter quietly slid the bars down on the crib and helped Sammy out, tugging the sleepy baby into his arms, only to turn around and stare up at Steve, like a deer caught in the headlights
"Why are you taking Sammy out of his crib? Without Daddy and I's permission?" Steve asked gently, crossing his arms as he looked at Peter
Peter opened his mouth silently, but Sammy babbled for him, clinging to Peter's neck and giving Steve a tiny pout.
"....He was lonely?" He tried, sounding unsure.
"Even so, you should ask before just taking him, okay?" Steve explained. "Something could happen."
He scooped up Sammy from Peter. "I'll give him a change first, then you two can hang out and play, okay Peter?"
"Fine," Peter sighed, shoulders drooping as he stomped after Steve.
Sammy whined in Steve's arms and reached out for Peter, bursting into tears when he wasn't given back right away.
"It’s okay, Samwich. We are gonna clean you up so you aren't wet while you be with bubba, okay?" Steve soothed at the baby on the changing table as he fixed up the new diaper. When he was done, he handed the baby carefully back to Peter.
Sammy immediately quieted in Peter's hold, sticking his hand in his mouth to nibble on it.
"Bye Papa," He said sweetly, grabbing Sammy's teether ring and blanket before going over to his room.
Steve followed behind Peter quietly to his room, peeking inside the room to keep an eye on the boys. He still was a little suspicious of why Peter was getting Sammy himself.
Making sure Steve wasn't behind him--and utterly failing--Peter spread out Sammy's blanket and gently set the baby up, then scooted over to the other side.
"C'mere," He whispered.
Sammy blinked and fell forward on his hands, babbling as he crawled across the blanket to Peter. Grinning, Peter smooched Sammy's forehead and scuttled to the other side, watching as Sammy crawled after him.
"Okay, c'mon, you can do better," Peter teased, waiting for Sammy to crawl back over to him, "You've done it b'fore!"
He helped Sammy up onto his feet and steadied him, slowly letting go once the baby got his balance. He stood for a second or two before dropping to his behind, squeaking happily up at Peter.
Steve watched in surprise, trying not to make a sound although he wanted to cheer Sammy on. Peter was teaching Sammy to stand.
"You almost had it Samms, you got it," Peter encouraged, helping Sammy to his feet again, "Y'just gotta put ya'self on ya'feets."
He stood and let Sammy hold his hands, beaming as the baby started to let go, squealing happily.
"Dat's it! See?" Peter grinned, watching Sammy plop himself down again, "One more time, like we practiced, but I'm gonna watch, otay?"
Sammy babbled at Peter and crawled over to him, grasping at his ankles to pull himself up, wobbly as he clung to Peter's shirt once he stood.
"Yeah, Samms! Good job!" Peter exclaimed.
The blond watched with such a proud grin for both of his boys, eyes admittedly wet as he watch. Peter was taking initiative and helping his younger brother, and it had to be one of the sweetest thing he has been able to witness.
Peter picked Sammy up and set him on the other end of the blanket, letting him stand on his own again before grabbing his hands.
"Alright, we're gonna do the next part like I pwomised, 'kay?" Peter murmured, "Don't cwy."
He slowly let go of Sammy's hands and backed away to the other side, holding his hands by his waist. Slowly, Sammy took a tentative step toward Peter, then slowly shuffled over to him, tiredly collapsing in Peter's arms with a sad whine.
"Oh, no baby. Don't be sad, you did so good." Steve whispered, immediately going quiet after to not get caught.
Peter looked back, just missing Steve backing away. He hummed suspiciously but turned back to Sammy, patting his back.
"Are yer legs tired?" He asked, sitting down on the blanket and tugging Sammy into his lap, "Wanna read?"
Sammy giggled happily and grabbed his teether from the blanket while Peter leaned over and grabbed one of his books, opening it on the floor in front of him.
Steve scooted back and sat on the floor, laying against the wall as he still watched his boys happily.
"That’s my boys." He whispered fondly, sighing wistfully at the scene.
Peter whipped his head around and spotted Steve, immediately snapping the book shut and tossing aside. He scooped Sammy up and climbed up into the hammock, hoping they were hidden from Steve.
"Go 'way!" He called, slightly teary at being caught.
"Peter, you helping Sammy is so sweet. Why are you upset that I saw that, baby?" Steve asked, feeling bad hearing upset in the boy's voice.
"Cause I wuz gon' suhpwise you an' Daddy!" He wailed, sniffling as Sammy whined in his arms and patted his face, "You ruwined m'suhpwise, Papa--"
"Aw, baby. I didn't know, I'm so sorry, don't cry." Steve said apologetically, entering the room slowly. "I just wanted to be sure you were being careful with your brother. You can still surprise Daddy? I was very surprised with what I saw. You were being so good, Peter.".
Peter hiccupped and cuddled Sammy closer, giggling at the boy's soft squeak.
"Otay, but y'can't tell 'im," He said seriously, wiping the tears off his cheeks, "I wanna show Daddy dat Sammy ca--"
Peter froze and held his hand up, counting down from three before pointing at the door, watching Tony walk in the room. The brunet stopped and looked around, raising an eyebrow at Steve.
"Are we having a teaparty?" Tony joked, "Or just bonding time while I'm gone?"
"Sort of bonding. Peter and Sammy wanted to hang out with each other for a while." Steve explained, without giving anything away. "You get your parts at the store, hon?".
"Yep," Tony hummed, sitting down in Steve's lap, "They aren't giving you trouble, are they?" "Nuh-uh!" Peter replied haughtily, "M'bein' perfect."
"He is." Steve chuckled, earning a squawk from Sammy. "So is Little Bit. They are both just being the cutest little things." He smiled, smooching Tony's cheek.
Tony sighed happily, leaning back against Steve and letting himself sink into his husband's warmth. "I'm the luckiest man in the world," He murmured, reaching up to rub his eyes, "So fu--frickin' lucky."
"Nice save." Steve murmured back with a smirk, settling his arms around Tony's waist.
"I feel pretty lucky myself." He continued. "An amazing husband, two incredible sons; I couldn't ask for more."
Tony got kinda quiet, then he chuckled softly, leaning back to look up at Steve.
"We could always have more," he mumbled, "If you wanted. And it doesn't have to be a kid, either. We could get--"
"A kitty!" Peter shouted, causing Sammy to screech.
"A kitty would be nice, but Daddy is allergic to kitties, Peter. Like what happened with you and the shrimp." Steve answered the boy softly, apologetic eyes and all.
"Aweee," Peter grumbled, petting Sammy quiet, "Can we get a puppy?"
Tony bit his lip and shrugged.
"I mean, I'm not allergic to them, so if Papa says yes, we'll think about it," he replied carefully, "I don't know if having an animal around Sammy is such a good idea, sweetheart."
"We might need to wait until Sammy is a bit bigger, Pete." Steve stated with a sigh. "Then we might get a small to medium sized puppy."
Peter's lip wobbled and he whined softly, causing Sammy to whine as well.
"Boys," Tony said warningly, "Papa and I have good reason for this, you know that."
"Don't mean I don't like it," Peter grumbled back.
Steve petted at Peter's hair.
"I know it stinks, but waiting a little longer is better than me just outright saying 'No', right?" He asked the boy softly. "Once Sammy can at least toddle, we'll look around for a pup, okay?"
"But he can!" Peter exclaimed, grinning at Steve's knowing smile.
Tony flicked his eyes between the two of them, slightly lost.
"What? What did I miss?" He asked.
"I am not at liberty to say." Steve said nonchalantly. "That is between the boys."
"Hey! Rude," Tony groused.
"Back up, Daddy, I'll show yew," Peter said proudly, hopping off the hammock with Sammy in his arms.
Tony scooted back with Steve, watching Peter set Sammy on the floor. Peter backed away, holding his arms out to the baby. Giggling happily, Sammy flopped forward on his hands and crawled toward Peter. Tony gasped softly, but didn't say anything, watching quietly.
"Dat's it Samms, can ya do d'next part?" Peter asked.
Sammy whined up at Peter, but grabbed at his ankles again, slowly tugging himself up into a standing position. Peter grinned and held Sammy for a moment, then let go, backing away.
"You can do it, Samms," He said quietly, holding his arms out.
Sammy blinked then giggled, squealing happily as he toddled over to Peter, collapsing tiredly into his big brother's arms.
Tony was flabbergasted, completely silent as tears budded up in his eyes.
"Peter wanted to surprise us, but I ruined the surprise for myself." Steve admitted softly, eyeing his husband and then looking to his boys. "Ain't it something?"
"Is this why you wanted my psychology papers on positive reinforcement?" Tony accused, watching the boy flush, "God, Pete, that's-- that's incredible. He was only just pushing himself up the other day, and now he's walking?"
"We dids some exercises w'en we wuz s'posed t'be sleepin'," Peter said proudly, then clapped a hand over his mouth when he realized what he'd said
You've taken him out of his crib before today?" Steve said, giving Peter a warning look before sighing. "It’s great you've got him this far Pete, but please no more taking him out of the crib without our permission, okay?".
"He can get out by his'self's," Peter grumbled, looking away.
Tony sighed, putting a hand on his face.
"So now what? We just let him off the hook orrr," he asked Steve, voice low, "I mean, that explains why Sammy's been having trouble taking naps."
"If he does it again, then he'll be in trouble, but it’s already been done." Steve sighed. "I mean, he's teaching his five-month-old brother to walk when he could barely crawl a few days ago."
Tony nodded, then sighed again.
"I'll build an alarm for the crib," He decided, "And Peter-- don't you dare take Sammy out of his crib without asking Papa or I first, understand me?"
"Yessir..." The boy murmured, holding onto a confused Sammy.
"We are proud of you for showing Sammy though, Peter. Just do it with our permission from now on." Steve said with a small smile.
Peter whined softly and cuddled Sammy closer, clearly shamed and embarrassed. Tony sighed softly and got off Steve's lap to sit in the hammock, tugging Peter into his lap.
"You're okay, shh," he soothed, gently rubbing the boy's back.
"No need to be upset, munchkin." Steve said calmly, petting Peter's hair with one hand and playing with Sammy's fingers with the other. "You did okay, buddy."
"I aw'ways mess up," Peter whimpered, burying his face in Tony's chest, "I can't do anythin's right--"
"Now that's not true, and everyone make mistakes, lil 'un," Tony murmured, letting Steve take Sammy so he could rock Peter, "Everything's okay."
Sammy babbled at Peter, fine brows furrowed in confusion at why his bubba was upset. He waved a hand at the boy, babbling softly.
"Sammy thinks you do things just fine, bubba. And Daddy is right, everyone makes mistakes." Steve said gently. "It makes us human. Plus you're young, so you are bound to make mistakes to learn from, bubba."
"I still feel bad though," Peter mumbled.
"I know sweetie, its okay," Tony hummed, leaning down to kiss the boy's forehead, "Why don't we get that ice cream I promised you? It might help you feel better."
Peter nodded softly against Tony's chest, nuzzling in reply.
"I'll go out and get it since you were out already." Steve offered, bouncy Sammy gently in his arms.
Tony hesitated, but he nodded, swapping children with Steve. "Make sure you bundle up," He murmured, bouncing Sammy on his hip.
"We will. We'll bring you some back." The blond responded, picking up Peter and smooching at Tony's cheek. "We'll be back, love."
Peter drooped sadly in Steve's hold, still quiet as they walked downstairs. He felt terribly guilty; he'd be only trying to make his dads proud, and instead he'd made them upset. With that thought, he promptly burst into tears, unable to get any words out through his cries.
"Peter, Petey, hey. Munchkin, don't cry. It’s okay. You aren't in trouble, I promise." Steve soothed quietly, kissing his face gently and wiping the boy's tears as they headed out.
That only made Peter cry more, because he knew he really was, and Daddy sounded so mad--
He sobbed the entire trip down to the ice cream parlor, clutching his hands at Steve's shirt.
"Peter, please don't cry bubba." Steve pleaded quietly, feeling really bad about Peter bawling. "You're okay. You did such a good job with Sammy, baby. Please..."
He stood outside the parlor with Peter in his arms, trying to wait until Peter calmed a bit.
It took him a few minutes, but Peter eventually wore himself out, slumping tiredly against Steve's chest with small hiccups. "I feel bettah," he mumbled, wiping his nose on Steve's shirt.
"Better?" Steve asked to be sure. "You ready for ice cream? You can get whatever flavor you'd like, okay? And you can help me pick some for Daddy."
Peter nodded, still a little bleary as Steve carried him into the ice cream shop. He smiled at the array of flavors, sniffling lightly. "I wan' choco-chip cookie doughs wiff m&m's, an' Daddy likes fwench vanillas wiff caramels an' peanuts."
Steve nodded, getting out his wallet and ordering the decision of flavors in some cups. He paid the cashier for the treats and headed back home as the boy ate at his ice-cream.
Peter quietly spooned the treat into his mouth, not really tasting it. He ate about half by the time they got home, so he handed it to Steve, slumping back against his chest.
"What's the matter, munchkin? Ya full?" Steve asked as they headed in the kitchen. "Wanna save the rest?"
He shrugged then nodded, still curled up in Steve's arms. Peter sighed softly, holding his Daddy's ice cream while Steve stooped to put his own away. Steve sighed, still not liking that Peter felt so bad. Maybe Tony and Sammy could help. He put the ice cream away and headed off to find those two, Peter still cuddled against him.
Tony snored softly in bed, Sammy tucked next to his arm; he hadn't meant to fall asleep, but last-minute planning always wore him out. He snorted in his sleep, accidentally waking himself up, immediately hearing tiny giggles.
"Wha? Whassa mattah?" He slurred, blinking his tired eyes.
"Nothing, dear. Nothing at all." Steve chuckled with a grin.
"Ya wokes up from snorin', Daddy!" Peter proclaimed with a giggle.
Tony grunted and fell back against his pillow, pulling Sammy up onto his chest.
"Meanies," He grumbled, rubbing Sammy's back, "Go 'way."
"We's not meanies, we gots you ice crweams." Peter explained, being set down on the bed next to Tony and Sammy. "And ice crweam's good."
"Mhmmm, it sure is," Tony replied sleepily, cuddling another arm around Peter, "Cold. Steve? Fireplace?"
"Yes dear." Steve rolled his eyes fondly, going to start up the fireplace before joining his family in a cuddle pile on the bed.
"Thank you," Tony murmured, nudging his head against Steve's.
He easily fell asleep amongst his boys, snoring softly into Steve's shoulder. Steve chuckled softly to himself, peering over at Peter.
"Daddy is goofy. In case you couldn't tell." He whispered. "A big goofball."
"Uh huh. S'where Sammy gets it," Peter whispered back, grinning as he snuggled up to his Daddy, "Night night, Papa."
"Night, Peter. Sleep tight." Steve said softly, settling with his boys. He got comfortable and let his eyes droop until they closed, falling into a deep and comfortable sleep.