Chapter 5
The next day flew by in anticipation of Tony's surprise. By the time the boys were packed and ready to go, his palms were already sweaty.
"Be good for your aunt and uncles," He told them, smooching Peter's cheek, "And no shrimps for you, young man."
"I know, daddy!" Peter said with an eyeroll. "I'll be sure ta tell 'em just case dey don't know."
"And what do we do art on if we wanna draw or paint?" Steve asked the boy.
"Only blank papers." Peter sighed, Steve ruffling his hair.
"That's my good boy," Tony praised, hugging him tightly, "Take care of Samwich, and I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay?"
"Uh huh," Peter giggled, hugging Tony's legs back before scooping up his backpack to dash off for the car.
"Be good! Love ya, munchkin! We'll get you first thing in the morning!" Steve yelled, waving as Bucky's car started to pull away.
Tony wrapped an arm around Steve and waved till they rounded the corner, then started to tug on Steve's shirt toward the house. "Steeeve," Tony hummed, "Stevieeee."
"Tooooneeeey." Steve hummed back playfully, following Tony inside. He booped their noses together, lightly smooching Tony's lips.
"Finally, alone time," Tony sighed happily, flopping down on the couch and pulling Steve over him, "I almost want to take a nap. A huge nap. Catch up the past five months."
"I'd be fine with a nap. As long as we still get our Date Night." Steve purred, curling into Tony and leaving a smooch against the other's collarbone.
Tony rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around Steve and kissing his neck. "Of course, I've got the best stuff planned for you," he hummed, "I mean, unless you only want a date. And nothing more than a date." Tony grinned, laughing at Steve's pout.
"Of course I'd like more than a date. After all the planning you've done? Wouldn't let that go to waste." Steve hummed sweetly, a grin on his face as he enjoyed even just the cuddling. It was quiet and relaxing.
"Mmm, well, that part isn't until later, and you'll see why," Tony replied softly, gently necking Steve, "I'd rather let tensions out, if that's okay. Instead of hopping into bed."
"That sounds good to me." The blond agreed, relaxing at the attentions. "We could take a quick nap, watch a movie; what would you like?"
"Nap later," Tony hummed, "Just sweet cuddles, if that's okay. I miss being able to touch you."
"You touch me all the time, what do you mean?" Steve joked, grinning at his husband and kissing his cheek. "But yeah, I like getting to just cuddle with you." He hummed. "Doesn't happen too often. And we do have Peter here to say it’s gross."
"Shh. And I meant naked cuddling," Tony grinned back, easing Steve up to help him out of his shirt, "I miss your body warmth."
He wriggled out of his clothes down to his briefs, pulling his equally-nude husband back down on top of him.
"Waaaaaarm," Tony moaned, ducking his head into Steve's neck.
"You are ridiculous." The blond whispered with a chuckle, snuggling around Tony. "But you are also comfy, so I guess that makes up for it." He smirked.
"Rude," Tony scolded with a laugh, "And we're coming up on our sixth anniversary, too."
He sighed happily at Steve, starting to relax when a foreign object started to press into his belly; Tony burst into laughter, putting his hand over his eyes.
"Someone's eager," he teased.
Steve flushed in response, ducking his face away embarrassedly.
"It just happens, okay? Sorry about it." He murmured, moving a little uncomfortably.
"Don't, shh," Tony giggled, grinding his hips up, "I can actually take care of it, for once."
"What happened to just cuddling, huh?" Steve said back, raising a brow playfully.
"Well, someone's dick is currently pressing into my stomach, and I don't think I can sleep with your rock-hard cock nudging me," Tony replied bluntly, enjoying the flush that raced over Steve's cheeks.
He quickly switched positions with the blond, scooting down to mouth at his cock through the boxers. Steve made a soft preening noise at Tony, wriggling a bit under the attention.
"I can't help that my dick seems to really like you. Plus we are almost naked, so it makes it a bit difficult to not to with you."
Tony rolled his eyes playfully, tugging the boxers down to kiss lightly at Steve's cock.
"Yeah, yeah, okay."
Steve sighed at the kisses, relaxing back onto the sofa as Tony played gently with him.
"Y'always know what ta do." he whispered happily, eyes becoming half-lidded.
"It's what I'm built to do," Tony hummed quietly, slowly taking Steve into his mouth.
He took his time working Steve, relishing in his closeness with his husband. Steve gasped softly as Tony worked, soon evolving into quiet moans and praises. He moved his hand into Tony's hair, carding his fingers gently through dark hair.
Tony pulled off and slowly jerked Steve off, leaning up to kiss and nip at his collarbones. It didn't take long to feel Steve tense underneath him, so Tony moved down to quietly lick up and swallow the cooling come on Steve's chest. Licking his lips, Tony settled back down on Steve's chest, humming happily.
"You are too hot for your own good." Steve said quietly once he eased down from his high, wrapping arms around Tony and hugging him close.
He kisses at his husband's face gently, humming softly in thanks and just loving the comfort Tony brings him.
"Mmm, only for you," Tony murmured back, entwining their legs.
He snuggled down into Steve, reaching up to lazily play with the stray hairs on the nape of his neck. Steve hummed happily at the touches, playing footsie as they relaxed.
"It’s almost like right after we were married." He admitted with a grin. "It’s relaxing and quiet."
"Yeah," Tony replied softly, leaning up to press a kiss to Steve's chin, "Our young days of being reckless and in love. Now we're just parents in love."
He paused.
"Okay, I'm reckless," He laughed.
"This I will agree with. But you have gotten much better about it." The blond smiled, kissing Tony back sweetly. "We've grown up." He admitted at a whisper.
"No, shh, no growing up," Tony muttered, burying his face in Steve's neck, "I can't-- I can't think about growing up yet, 'cause then I'll just think about the inevitable and I don't-- I'm not ready for that."
He whimpered softly, forcing himself to relax into Steve's warm arms.
"Shh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Relax, Tony. Relax." Steve tried to soothe, holding Tony close to him. "Sometimes I forget how much younger you are, and I get onto topics you shouldn't have to worry about, I'm sorry, hon."
"It's okay," Tony mumbled back, tracing shapes on Steve's chest, "I'd just rather not think about it."
They relaxed back into comfortable silence, nothing but Tony's breaths filling the air. He soon drifted off, quietly snoring against Steve's shoulder. Steve grinned softly at his snoozing husband, curling up beneath him carefully to keep himself warm in his naked state. Once he found a comfortable position, he easily drifted into slumber alongside Tony.
Waiting to hear Steve's breath even out, Tony carefully extracted himself from the blond's arms and got to work. The sunset was soon approaching; Tony quickly got the blowup mattress outside and set it up, quietly putting candles around the yard and lighting them before sprinkling rose petals amongst the grass. He laid blankets and pillows on the mattress and headed inside, making a trail of rose petals to the couch.
Smiling at his handiwork, Tony dashed upstairs to done Steve's favorite black panties, going back out to lay on the mattress and wait for him to wake.
Once he felt chills on his skin, Steve about shot awake. There was no longer a warm body atop of him. He rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to being open, looking around to find rose petals. Steve slipped his boxers back on, padding softly on the floor and following the trail. It was a long trail, but it eventually led to the backyard. Following it further, he stopped dead in his tracks as he eyes the set up before him in awe.
Tony blushed faintly from the mattress, chest heaving slightly with anxiousness.
"Cone watch the sunset with me?" He asked softly, patting the blankets.
"Hell yes." Steve said excitedly, padding over to the mattress with Tony. He stretched onto the blankets, curling into Tony and getting them comfortable, eyes raking over the other.
"Not yet," Tony tsked, leaning down to kiss Steve's chest, "Sunset first. I want to make love to you under the stars. Like I promised all those years ago."
He flushed faintly, smiling lovingly up at Steve. Steve grinned over at Tony slowly, a truly thankful look in his eyes. They started to become wet at the corner before he nuzzled at Tony's side.
"God, I love you so much, Tony." The man whispered, turning to watch the sun start to set.
"I love you too, big guy," Tony murmured, wrapping his arms around Steve, "More than you know."
He pushed his feelings through the bond, a genuine smile on his face as the setting sun slipped beneath the horizon. Steve beamed back, feeling every bit that Tony sent to him. He shook his with a soft chuckle, voice a bit wet.
"Damn, you are gonna make me cry. You sap." Steve joked, smooching Tony's lips.
"Mmm, you made me into a sap," Tony happily returned the kiss, reaching up the brush away the wetness at the corner of Steve's eyes, "But it's all worth it, y'know."
He pulled back and gently ran his thumb over Steve's lips, smirking at how the blond shivered under him.
"I certainly don't regret making you a sap." Steve whispered, kissing lightly at the pad of Tony's thumb as it ran over his lips. "If it means you plan out amazing things like this. It'll be hard to beat for our actual anniversary."
"Mmm, maybe. I know you'll think of something," Tony teased, sitting up and straddling Steve's waist, "I think you've had a good amount of experience."
He grinned, moving his hands up to gently play with Steve's nipples. Steve purred gently at Tony's touch, trailing his hands along the other's sides and resting on his hips.
"Mmm, maybe, but now that you can read my thoughts through the bond, it gets a little tricky." He admitted with a playful grin.
"I'll behave and stay out of your thoughts," Tony promised, grinning as he grinded down onto Steve, "Unless you don't want me to behave."
He leaned down to nibble on his husband's chin, gently kissing up to his ear.
"Well, you definitely don't have to behave right now." Steve shuddered with want. "Don't think I'd think of anything but you at the moment anyway."
"I'd hope not," Tony breathed, grinning as he scraped his nails down Steve's chest, "I have to behave, though. I'm not ravaging you in our backyard. Yet."
"Oooh, you're gonna make me shiver with antici.......pation." Steve joked back playful, leaning up into all the touches. "Love hearing what you plan to do with me."
"Oh my god," Tony rolled his eyes heavenward, shaking his head, "I regret showing you that movie, I regret Bucky letting me show you that movie.”
He sighed at Steve's giggled, unable to stop the fond smile on his lips.
"It was a fun movie. And you could totally pull off that outfit." Steve giggled again, tugging Tony down for a deep kiss, slow and sweet.
"You want me in fishnets?" Tony squeaked over Steve's lips, letting his husband kiss over his neck, "I mean, I can totally get them, just remind me to call Bruce and I can probably order the entire outfit in my size, I'll get lipstick too--"
He felt himself harden at the thought, scooting back to tug off Steve's boxers.
Even if it was only there a split second, Steve felt Tony harden against him before he scooted back.
"Someone seems to like the idea." He hummed, helping wiggle out of his boxers and holding on to Tony's hips gently.
"Shut up," Tony muttered, patting Steve's hands away, "Talk later."
He leaned down to press kisses on Steve's inner thighs, gently nosing at his cock before taking him into his mouth.
Steve huffed softly, feeling the light suction from his lover teasing at the tip.
"Yessir. Sorry." He whined at a whisper, just laying back and letting Tony work as he wanted.
Tony chuckled at the pet name, easily taking Steve down his throat. He nosed at the golden curls nestled at the top of his lover's groin, hollowing his cheeks before pulling off.
"I've missed this," Tony murmured, grabbing the bottle of lube tucked under a pillow on the mattress, "Miss you."
He slicked up his fingers and gently prod at Steve's hole, carefully slipping one in up to the knuckle.
"Miss you too, baby." Steve mewled as Tony slipped in fingers. "Miss being with you like we used to..." He croaked softly, voice cracking a bit as he spoke.
Tony leaned up to capture Steve's lips, stilling his fingers in Steve.
"I'll find a way to bring it back, I promise you," He whispered, flicking his eyes between Steve's clear ones, "I'm going to make sure you and I are back on our regular schedule, because you deserve every last good thing in this world that makes you happy."
"I want it to be for you, though." Steve whispered back. "As long as you can be happy, I'm happy. And you deserve so much more happiness, Tony."
The blond took his hands and cupped Tony's cheeks, caressing them softly as he brought them in for another kiss. Tony huffed a laugh at that, languidly kissing Steve before reluctantly pulling back, slipping in a second finger to scissor him open.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Love you too, so much. So damn much." Steve sighed as he rocked down with Tony's fingers. He moaned softly when Tony slipped in a third finger and worked to open him further.
"I love you all open and writhing for me," Tony purred, watching Steve scrabble at the blankets as he slipped in a fourth finger, "You're so beautiful, Steve. The universe was so good in pairing me with one of Heaven's perfect angels."
Tony quickly tugged his panties off and slicked up his pulsing cock, moaning as he removed his fingers and pushed into Steve. Steve made a moan in length with Tony's push, gasping softly when he stopped to let Steve adjust.
A deep blush was present on the blond's cheek from his lover's words, feeling so damn grateful to have a man like Tony in his life.
"You--ah--you can move, baby. You're good." He gasped as he slightly rolled his hips.
Tony steadied his hands on either side of Steve's chest, slowly thrusting into him. He panted softly, ducking his head to kiss at Steve's jawline.
"Mine," he whispered, "All mine."
"All yours. Only yours. Only ever yours." Steve moaned, head fallen back against the blankets and pillows. "A-ah, fu-- there, Tony. Please, please, please--".
Tony angled his hips downward, gasping as he felt Steve tighten around him when he brushed his sweet spot. Even so, he kept his pace slow, shivering at Steve's nails down his back.
Moans escaped Steve's mouth quicker and quicker even though Tony kept slow, gaining in volume each movement. Each thrust was on point and filled with pleasure as he felt himself barely dangling at the edge.
"C'mon baby, I can feel you there," Tony moaned, reaching down between them to pump Steve, "C'mon, fuck--"
"A-AH!" Steve practically screamed out in pleasure as he came in Tony's hand. He chanted Tony's name over and over in pure bliss, body buzzing and thrumming in ecstasy.
Tony's breath caught in his throat at Steve's scream, barely holding in a moan as Steve pushed him over the edge, completely filling Steve. Tony pulled out and flopped down next to Steve, busting out into laughter.
"If the cops come, you get to explain," he wheezed.
Steve could do no more than huff a small chuckle, still trying to fall from his high. He simply moved to curl around Tony the best he could in his stated, nestling into the crook of Tony's neck. Tony hummed softly as Steve curled up to him, tugging a blanket over their entwined bodies.
"You know we'll have to get up and go inside, right?" He whispered, "And put out the candles. Unless you wanna wake up naked in front of the neighbors."
Steve simply grunted, too strung out to speak so he pushed his thoughts through the bond instead.
No neighbors close enough to see. Too tired and comfy because someone was amazing.
"Thoroughly fucked?" Tony laughed, reaching up to pet Steve's hair, "Alright, we'll stay out here. But lemme get something first."
He smooched Steve's lips and stood from the mattress, padding over to the back of the garage to drag out the collapsible gazebo, easily setting it up over the mattress. He blew out the candles before climbing back into bed, snuggling back up to Steve.
"I don't want to wake up covered in dew," he explained.
Steve hummed in response, nuzzling up to Tony and kissing at his chest.
Good idea. Smart. My smarty smart, amazing husband. He grinned as he thought. So amazing. Love you so, so much.
"Alright you, bedtime," Tony rolled his eyes, still petting Steve's hair, "Enough silliness from you, Mister."
He chuckled softly, nosing at Steve's hair before kissing his brow. "I love you too, sweetheart. More than you know..."
Steve hummed happily, snuggling further into Tony and shutting his eyes.
"Gonna beard for birthday. Ya' earn that." He chuckled tiredly before drifting to sleep.
Tony rolled his eyes, fondly kissing Steve's brow.
"Dork," he whispered, settling next to Steve, easily drifting off.
They both slept throughout the night soundly, Steve waking quietly just before sun up. He peered down over at his husband lovingly, small streaks of the rising sun landing gently on Tony's sleeping face.
Steve wanted to cherish the moment. Wanted to cherish Tony.
Steve began to leave small, tender kisses along his husband's face and trailing slowly down his body, cherishing the skin with each press of lips.
"Mm."
Tony peeked an eye open, sleepily reaching up to pet Steve's hair.
"G'morning, lover," He mumbled, squinting in the sunlight.
Steve chuckled at the petname, moving back to kiss Tony's lips gently.
"Good morning, Darling." He whispered back sweetly, continuing his kisses down Tony's body.
Groaning softly, Tony pushed his body up into Steve's lips, whining under his touch.
"Stevie," Tony gasped.
"Shh, baby. Relax." Steve hummed, kissing along Tony's thighs gently. "Gosh, you look gorgeous in this light, Tony. I just want to cherish all of you."
Tony whimpered quietly and let Steve map him, staring down at him with full-blown pupils.
"God, I can't believe how much I'm in love with you," He murmured.
Steve grinned up at Tony almost bashfully, pushing feeling through the bond. He brushed his nose lovingly against Tony's inner thigh, humming in affection.
"Steve," Tony breathed, widening his legs slightly, "Honey, I-- I need you--"
He reached down to tug on Steve's hair, whimpering softly.
"How do you want me, love?" Steve asked with a gentle purred. "You want my mouth? Want me to work you with my tongue and lips?"
"Yes, God, please," Tony groaned, head flopping back on the pillow, "I want you, baby--"
"Well, I won't leaving you wanting. Not after what you pulled off last night." The blond smiled, moving down to mouth at the tip enthusiastically.
Tony moaned quietly and gently thrust up into Steve's mouth, breathy gasps leaving his throat as pleasure tingled his nerves. He squirmed under Steve's experienced tongue, feeling himself tighten in a much shorter time than he anticipated.
"Steve--"
You're okay, baby. It won't hurt me none if you're gonna let go. Steve thought through the bond, humming deep in his throat as his nose brushed against dark tufts of hair.
Tony took a breath and relaxed, moaning loudly as he came down Steve's throat; he shook slightly, toes curling as he started to swim in the high.
"S'good," he managed, feeling Steve curl back up to him.
Steve licked the taste of Tony off his lips with a hum, resting his head on Tony's chest and listening to his heartbeat.
"I aim to please." He chuckled, kissing Tony's cheek and tracing shapes on the other's chest.
"Perfect aim, then," Tony replied, eyes fluttering shut, "I'm going to fall asleep, good God, my bedhound-ness is returning."
He giggled softly, turning his head to smooch Steve's nose.
"Returning? I never knew it left." Steve teased, crinkling his nose playfully.
"We can sleep a little longer though. Sunrise is early, but you just looked so gorgeous in the dawn light, I couldn't help it." He hummed happily.
Tony snorted at that, sitting up to crack his back.
"We might as well go in. Besides, it's chilly," he grumbled, wrapping one of the blankets around himself and grabbing a pillow, "Let's go cuddle in our warm bed, and not out in the bright light."
"Ya vampire." Steve snorted back, slipping on his boxers. He grabbed up the panties Tony had on last night and managed to scoop Tony up to carry inside, burrito'ed up in his blanket.
"Thank yoooou," Tony sing-songed, nuzzling into Steve's chest, "And for the record, I have sensitive eyes. I do not have an affinity for blood, thanks."
He grinned up at Steve, making kissy noises up at him. Steve made noises back, heading up to their room and settling Tony in their bed gently and joining him under the covers. He pulled Tony comfortably on top of him nuzzling his cheek.
"Hi," Tony murmured, smooching Steve's neck, "Sleep?"
He smiled lazily, happy to relax into Steve's chest.
"Yes, sleep baby. When you wake up, we'll get the boys and stop by the bakery for some donuts for breakfast." Steve hummed, smooching him back and petting his hair.
"Mmm, donuts," Tony mumbled, yawning before letting his eyes slip shut, easily drifting back off to sleep.
Steve chuckled to himself, just continuing to pet Tony's hair as the other slept. Steve did not speak, but thought. Sent nothing but loving and comforting thoughts to Tony through the bond to aid in a good rest.
When Tony woke next, the bed was cool. He frowned at the lack of a warm body, but quickly retracted his thoughts when he heard tiny feet pattering down the hall.
"Daddy!" Peter yelled, barreling into the room and jumping on the bed, "Papa's gots donuts downstairs an he said we can't eat till you come downstairs--"
Tony cracked an eye open at the clock, surprised to see that he'd slept for five hours.
"Alright, pipsqueak, let’s go eat," Tony yawned, standing up from the bed before gathering Peter into his arms.
Steve was playing with Sammy as they waited in the dining room for Peter and Tony. He only knew the others had shown up when Sammy was throwing kisses over Steve's shoulder.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty." Steve grinned happily seeing his boys show up.
"You got the boys without me?" Tony teased, sleepily walking up to Steve to kiss his cheek, noticing their backyard had been turned back to normal, "And here I thought I was getting fresh blueberry muffins."
"I gotcha muffins, Daddy!" Peter exclaimed, pointing at the box of goodies, "An' Papa gotcha a scones, 'cause you likes 'em."
"I wanted to let you sleep. And these are pretty fresh. It hasn't even been ten minutes." Steve admitted, kissing Tony back happily.
Sammy garbled at his daddy for attention, blowing some more kisses over at Tony.
"Yes, yes, I see you," Tony rolled his eyes, trading Peter for Sammy, "How's my little bubble blower, hm?"
Sammy giggled happily at Tony, patting his beard before settling against his chest, sucking on his thumb. Tony smiled fondly, grabbing one of the muffins from the box before giving Sammy his teething ring.
"He missed his daddy." Steve grinned, handing Peter a muffin and donut as the boy sat on his lap. "He missed his friend he can blow kisses to."
Tony grinned and blew kisses at Sammy, cooing when the baby blew kisses back.
"He's so affectionate," Tony hummed, breaking off soft bits of the muffin to feed Sammy, "And he likes chewy muffin."
"Just be careful giving him that, though." Steve cautioned behind his sesame bagel. "We need to take him to the doctor to see when we can get him started on real food honestly. I'll need to call and schedule an appointment." He hummed.
"I know, I’m not giving him any crunchy bits," Tony replied, "Just the soft bread part."
He finished off the rest of the muffin himself, keeping it just out of Sammy's reach.
"Someone has a sweet tooth," he teased.
Sammy whined gently as he patted his hand on Tony's lips, almost as if he tried to will the muffin back out of Tony's mouth.
"He is probably just happy it’s a different taste than formula." Steve laughed.
"Mmhmmm," Tony hummed around his muffin, swallowing it, "Poor thing. We'll get you baby food soon, sweetie, just as soon as the Doc okays it."
Sammy huffed gently, whining as he returned to nibbling on his teether.
"What kinds of baby foods would Sammy gets ta eat?" Peter asked as he bit into a donut.
"Well, it'd be whatever he can eat all right." Steve answered. "When we find out what he can have, you can help pick out stuff that he might like to eat."
"Did Papa give you two desserts for breakfast?"? Tony interrupted as he put Sammy in his highchair.
Peter shrugged innocently and stuffed in the rest of his donut, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.
"They're donuts, Tony. It’s not too bad once in a while." Steve grinned as he ruffled Peter's hair. "Plus he was extra, extra good for his Auntie and Uncles. He earned it."
"No doodling?" Tony asked.
"No doodling," Peter confirmed, licking chocolate off his fingers, "I wuz weally good, pwomise!"
"Proud'a you," Tony tuffled Peter's hair as he walked past, grabbing Sammy's bottle from the counter.
"He even helped take care of Sammy and helped him crawl around a bit." The blond continued as he bounced Peter on his lap. "Pete's being a great big brother."
Tony smiled fondly and made up Sammy's bottle, giving it to the baby before slumping down in his chair.
"I really don't want to work today, but I know I have to," he grumbled, putting his head on the table, "I hate deadlines."
Sammy made a squeaking noise, smacking his bottle against the high chair tray for emphasis.
"I know you don't want to, but we know Pepper would get onto you eventually for it." Steve sighed, then turning and watching Sammy smack his bottle around.
"What're you doing there, little bit? Why you smacking things around?"
"I think he's a restless one," Tony murmured, turning his head to the side, "He probably wants to toddle around. It'd do good to wear him out a little."
Peter bobbed his head in agreement, sneaking a glance at his Papa before reaching for another donut. Steve snatched the treat away, splitting it in half and taking one half before handing the other back to Peter.
"Not too much sugar, munchkin." He said, eating his half and standing. "I'll set up the play blanket."
"Awwwe," Peter frowned, nibbling on it anyway.
"You can have more later after you eat a good lunch," Tony hummed, standing from the table to kiss Peter's cheek, "Especially if you get Sammy to eat lunch too."
The baby whined from his chair, tossing his empty bottle to the floor.
"Hey now, little boy. No need for outbursts." Steve teased, scooping up the baby and the bottle and headed to the living room. "Peter, you gonna come play?"
"Uh huh," Peter mouthed around his donut, sliding off the chair to pad after Steve and Sammy.
Tony rolled his eyes and cleaned up the table before heading down to the lab, cracking his fingers.
"Alright Jay, let's get these upgrades done so we can get back to Project Firefly."
While Tony worked in his workshop, Steve and the boys started to play in the living room on the floor. Sammy was crawling around like crazy, using Steve as an obstacle from time to time as the man laid on his back.
"You are gonna be terror on two feet when you really start walking, kiddo." Steve hummed, eyeing his two boys as they played.
Sammy babbled back happily, crawling up onto Steve to sit on his chest. Peter tsked and rolled his eyes, dragging out his coloring book and crayons before laying down on the floor.
"Papa, come color with me!" he whined, blinking doe eyes over at Steve.
"Okay bubba. Let me get rolled over." He told the boy, scooping Sammy up before moving around to color with Peter.
Sammy watched curiously as his brother and Papa colored on the pages, making confused grunts.
"You's can't color yets Sammy," Peter told the baby matter-of-factly, scooting up to Steve's side, "You's can't use my cwayons."
Sammy whined at that, lip wobbling before he curled up to Steve, nearly wailing into his side.
"Shh shh, Sammy. Don't cry, sweetie." Steve tried to soothe, rubbing at the baby's back. "You're just not big enough yet, baby. When you get a little bigger, we'll all color lots."
"Yeah, we don't want you's eatin' deh cwayons eider," Peter deadpanned, smirking to himself. Sammy whined softly, sniffling as he tried to burrow himself into Steve's warmth.
Steve looked over at Peter carefully. It sounds like Peter just doesn't want Sammy using his crayons more so than worrying about what Sammy could do to himself. But he disregarded it for now.
"Soon enough, we'll get you your own crayons and a coloring book." He explained in a still calm tone. "We'll have fun, little bit."
Peter rolled his eyes, but didn't say any more, opting to dig out his dark green crayon to scribble in grass. His tongue poked out of his mouth while he doodled, trying to concentrate.
Sammy had calmed down for now, watching again as the others colored. On Steve's page, the baby smacked lightly at an uncolored area, to which Steve chuckled.
"Ya want me to color this part next? Steve grinned, moving to the direction to color the spot.
Peter frowned and shifted the book away, covering the spot with his hands. "No," he mumbled, pulling the book closer to himself.
Steve sighed, setting his crayon down and looking softly at Peter.
"Pete." He started quietly. "Munchkin, whats the matter?"
"I don' want Sammy to color," Peter muttered, scooting away slightly, "Dat's our thing."
"Well, it can still be our thing. But he'll still learn to color. He's a little one. It will help him learn." Steve responded, stroking Peter's hair. "You and I will still color plenty, just us two. I promise you, munchkin."
Peter screwed up his face, angrily shutting his coloring book and tossing his crayon aside, standing with a teary huff. He stomped out of the room, marched up the stairs to his bedroom, slammed the door behind him and crawled into bed.
Steve watched with hurt of his own in his expression, sighing almost forlorn.
"What am I doing so wrong?" He asked quietly. "I try to give both boys attention, and somehow still get an angry one."
Sammy hummed non-committedly, reaching up to pat Steve's face. He snuggled down next to Steve, happy that he finally got his Papa all to himself.
"I'll hang out with you, little bit. At least until your nap time. Then I will be all bubby's for a while." Steve decided, let Peter wait it out and hopefully act simple.
Down in the lab, Tony ripped his goggles from his head, staring at the contraption in front of him. The upgrades had been easy and were already sent off, giving him ample time to work on Project Firefly. Grabbing the device, Tony carefully set it on the floor before stepping onto it, grinning as the metal boots quickly climbed up and clicked into place.
"Alright," he breathed, clunking over to his testing pad, "Jay, gimmie a fifteen percent boost."
"Of course, Sir," the AI replied.
The jet boots flickered to life, giving off enough power to shoot Tony up to the ceiling, effectively smacking his back into the concrete before shorting out, causing him to fall.
"Ow," Tony muttered, trying to push himself up, "A little less power there, Jay."
Steve was in the middle of setting Sammy down for his nap when he felt a twinge of pain through the bond. It was often, since Tony often burnt his fingers as he worked, so he didn't worry too much.
When Sammy was fast asleep, Steve headed to Peter's room, knocking softly on the door.
"Peter? Munchkin, can I come in?"
Peter turned over in his bed and hugged Wade closer to his chest, frowning at the wall.
"It doesn't matter," he replied bluntly.
Steve sighed, opening the door and entering.
"Peter, I'm sorry bubba. I'm trying, I really am. I don't ever to feel like you are being ignored or anything, baby boy." He said softly, coming to sit on the bed softly.
"Mm."
Peter sighed and shifted over, giving Steve more room.
"I guess I'm too gweedy," he mumbled, "I just want 'tentions dat I didn' gets in deh or-orph'n'ge."
"You're not greedy, baby. This is something normal for siblings." He explained. "Especially newer ones. But trust me when I say that I am trying my best to give you both attention."
Steve patted Peter's leg gently, with a soft smile. "I even told Sammy that when he was down for a nap, it was my time with you.”
"Mm."
Peter sighed, rolling over with a sniffle.
"Buh he's more 'portants," he mumbled, hugging Wade to his chest, "I don't gets any time wiff you."
"You and Sammy are just as important as the other, Peter." Steve explained gently. "He just requires a bit more attention right now until he is able to do things himself. It makes it a little more difficult to have just time with you, but I'm trying bubba. I'd like us to just have us time. I always have ever since we adopted you."
"Adopted," Peter muttered, flipping over to bury his face in his pillow, "I wish yous an' Daddy never 'dopted me. At least Sammy's got you, I gots neither."
He sniffled again, tugging his sheets up to his chin.
"Peter Benjamin..." Steve said softly, moving around on the bed to pull Peter into a reassuring hug.
"Just because we adopted you, doesn't make you less special or love. If we hadn't adopted you, we wouldn't know what our lives would be like. Certainly wouldn't know how to take care of a kid or a baby." He stated. "We may have not conceived you, but you are still our boy. Our first, intelligent, and loving little boy. Heck, you are so much like daddy, no one would know you aren't blood related."
Peter burrowed himself into Steve's chest, whimpering slightly as he felt his anxieties melt away.
"Yea, I know," he mumbled, picking at the buttons on Steve's shirt, "I jus' wish dat Sammy weren't so needy. I miss you an' Daddy."
"I know buddy, we're wanting to spend time with you, trust me." Steve sighed, kissing the boy's temple. "Maybe when Daddy is done with his work and we can find a day, we can see if someone'll babysit Sammy. Then you, Daddy, and I can spend the day together, doing fun stuff. Does that sound good?"
Peter sniffled and nodded, reaching up to rub the remnants of his tears from his eyes.
"Lub you Papa," he whispered.
"Love you too, munchkin. So, so much." Steve whispered back with a warm smile, ruffling Peter's hair. "How about we go see how Daddy's doing with work and we can ask him about the day with just us, huh?"
Peter nodded.
"Otay," he mumbled, letting Steve scoop him up.
He slumped against Steve's shoulder, tiredly limp in his arms.
"It might do you good to get a nap too after we visit Daddy." Steve chuckled lightly as they headed to the workshop.
When Steve opened the door, he was surprised by the sight in front of him.
"T-Tony?!"
Hung upside down from the ceiling in a tangle of cords, the engineer grinned sheepishly, still trying to kick off his rocket boots.
"Hey," he replied nervously, "I'm a little stuck, but--" One of the boots came loose and sent Tony crashing to the floor, landing on the concrete with a thump. "--Ow. I'm okay."
"What on earth were you doing?" Steve said, setting Peter down to rush to help Tony up.
Peter took a look at the boots and gasped in excitement.
"You'se tryin' ta fly like Iron Man?!!!"
"...Maybe. Don't touch," Tony immediately got Peter away, scooting the boots back to collapse into their container, "It's not exactly.... calibrated yet."
He grinned sheepishly at Steve and tried to straighten his back, gasping slightly at the pain that raced up his spine.
"Well, shit," Tony muttered.
"Tony, I can't believe you are trying to make that." Steve huffed, trying to help Tony and rubbing gently at the knots in the man's back. "I don't know whether to be ecstatic or angry."
"Ecstatic?" Tony tried hopefully, grinning sheepishly up at Steve.
"And what the hello do you plan to do with it?" Steve pointed out, censoring himself because of Peter being present. "It’s quite extensive work for it just to be a cosplay or something, especially when you are trying to fly."
"I just wanna see if its possible," Tony whined, "I was gonna do yours next anyway..."
"You'se gonna make Papa weally Capt'n 'merica, too?!" Peter said even more excitedly, hopping in place. "Den you'se both would be like real supahewoes!"
"Yeah buddy, real superheroes," Tony replied with a hum, ignoring Steve's disapproving frown, "Maybe I can make you a Spiderman costume, hm?"
"Would it have real web shootas 'n everythin'?!" Peter bounced even more, Steve scooping him up.
"Might just have to wait on that, Peter." Steve sighed. "Wait until you are a bit older for that, kid."
"I don't even know if I could, pipsqueak," Tony sighed, hand on his chin as he looked over at his worktable, "Maybe. I'd need Bruce to come over and help me synthesize some biomass for it, but it would take a while to perfect it."
"Well we will worry about that some other time." Steve said sternly, Peter pouting in response.
"We are going to talk about all of this later." Steve continued, with a sigh. "Anyway, Peter and I came down to propose an idea."
"Peter came down to propose?" Tony gasped, ignoring the shiver that ran down his back, "Why, Pete, I don't know what to say! Isn't this all too sudden?"
The boy giggled softly, shaking his head.
"Silly." Steve said with a small grin.
"Not dat 'posal! Da bus'ness kind." Peter explained with a giggle. "I wants a day where someone watches Sammy 'n me, you'se, and Papa has a day tugetha."
"You want a day with us all to yourself, huh?" Tony hummed, gently scooping Peter up, "That can be arranged. Maybe your Aunt Pep will come and watch Sammy, and we'll go to the science museum. Sound good?"
"Yeah yeah yeah!" Peter said excitedly, bouncing in Tony's arms. "Does Papa like da science museum?" He asked curiously.
"Yes I do, munchkin. That sounds all fine by me." The blond nodded. "Well plan it all out soon."
"Alright, good plan," Tony smooched Peter's forehead, "Kiddo, can you give Papa and I a couple minutes to talk? Ask Jarvis to turn on the TV upstairs, and he can play Wii with you."
The boy nodded and kissed him back, blowing a kiss at Steve before wiggling out of Tony's arms to scamper out of the lab.
Steve watched as Peter left, moving towards the couch in the workshop and lounging back with a sigh.
"What am I gonna do with you?" The blond said to his husband fondly, shaking his head with a chuckle.
"Make out with me?" Tony asked hopefully, wincing as he sat down next to Steve.
He sighed and laid down, hissing softly as he put his head in Steve's lap.
"That’s what you get for trying to make something from comic books a reality." He sighed, petting Tony's hair. "I'll give you a massage and some aspirin before bed."
"Thank you," Tony mumbled, snuggling into Steve's stomach, "Love you."
"Love you too, Tony." He murmured back gently. "I can't believe you are really making those things. You were inspired that much?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah. I mean, I already have the genius, and having the suit? I could shove it in Barton's face," Tony grinned, "And it would be fun to fly around."
He got quiet, smiling into Steve's belly.
"You'd look hot in spandex, too," he added.
"I'm pretty sure there would be a lot of legal problems if you went around the airways in the suit." Steve hummed. "But the spandex would be doable." He chuckled.
Well," Tony drawled, "Only if I flew in airspace. I could easily stay out of that zone. If I wanted to."
He grinned up at Steve, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"You're a troublemaker." Steve smirked with a laughed, kissing Tony's cheek. "Always were."
"Always am," Tony corrected, wincing as he tried to sit up, "And possibly in need of a back brace. Remind me to install padding in my testing room."
"Noted." Steve sighed, running hands along Tony's back soothingly. "What all did you do? I felt something earlier, but I just figured you burnt your fingers or something."
"I-- ah," Tony flushed, a sheepish smile on his face, "I was testing the flight boots, and put a little too much power in it, and I... maybe... kinda... smacked my back into the concrete. Going forty-some miles an hour. I'm okay though--"
"You--what?" Steve gasped. "You're lucky you don't have a concussion or broke something, baby." He cooed, kissing at Tony's head.
"I don't feel like anything's concussed or broken," Tony sighed, trying to stretch his back, "I'm probably bruised as all hell though--"
He was cut off by a shrill scream, quickly scrambling off the futon with a pained wheezed as he dashed up to the first floor. Peter sat in the middle of the living room, clutching at his knee.
"Papaaa," He bawled, "I w-wan intuh d'table--"
"Oh, baby let me see." Steve said in concern, rushing over to Peter and looking at the slight, bleeding cut on his knee.
"Okay, it’s just a little cut, bubba." He tried to assure. "We'll clean it up, but it’s definitely gonna bruise and be sore for a while."
"Why did you run into the table, silly boy?" Tony crouched down next to Peter, brushing the tears off his face.
"D-didn' mean tuh," Peter whimpered, leaning into Tony's touch, "I wan downstairs to find Sammy's teetha an' I hit m'knee."
"Well now you know one of the reasons why we say not to run in the house." Steve said softly as he stood.
"Daddy, stay with him while I go get the stuff to help his booboo." He said seriously as he headed upstairs.
"You're alright, kiddo," Tony hummed softly, "Papa's gonna go get you a band-aid and stuff."
He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table to gently soak up the blood that trickled down Peter's leg. Pressing the tissue to the cut, Tony leaned forward to smooch Peter's temple.
"See? You're okay."
"Alrighty, lemme see your booboo, munchkin." Steve said as he brought along his supplies.
He cleaned up Peter's cut, putting a Transformer band-aid over it and gently kissing the spot.
"There we go. It'll heal up just fine, bubba." He said, scooping the boy up carefully and setting him on the couch.
Peter sniffled and nodded, reaching out his arms to Tony. He smiled softly, trying not to wince as he moved from the floor to the couch, letting the boy curl up in his lap.
"Both you are so much alike. Ya both gotta hurt yourselves acting silly." Steve shook his head fondly, kissing both o their heads. "I'll go take care of Sammy real fast. Give him his teether and a change, okay?"
"Okay," The boys chorused, happy to hunker down on the couch.
Upstairs in the nursery, Sammy stood upright in his crib, bouncing on the soles of his feet; his binky was on the floor outside the crib, making him whine as he tried to reach for it.
"Nonononono, bubba bug." He said, grabbing up Sammy then scooping up the binky. "Don't need you hurt, too. That would be terrible."
The baby huffed softly, taking the binky from Steve and popping it back in his mouth with a small squeak. He smiled toothlessly up at Steve, reaching up to pat his cheek.
"Hi Samwich." Steve smiled back, smooching the baby's cheek happily. "We'll change you and we'll go see daddy and bubba, okay?"
The baby squeaked back, gently kicking his legs as Steve put him down on the changing table. He reached back up for Steve, whining softly.
"Just a minute, wiggle worm." he hummed, changing Sammy's diaper and onesie, getting him all clean and fresh.
"There we go! Good as new!" Steve grinned, blowing a raspberry on Sammy's tummy before scooping him up.
Sammy giggled, happily burrowing into Steve's neck as he was carried downstairs. He perked up at the sight of Peter, reaching out for his brother.
"Someone wants to say hi to his bubba." Steve said happily, joining the others on the couch with the baby.
"Ba?" Sammy asked, looking up at Steve, "Ba ba ba ba ba--"
"Oh great," Tony groaned, "Incessant baby talk. It begins."
"Hey, starting to talk is a big deal. Even if it’s just babble." Steve shrugged, looking between the boys. "Whatcha trying to say, baby?"
"Baba," Sammy made grabby hands for Peter, crawling over to grab for his glasses, "Baba!"
"Sammmmms," Peter groaned, leaning back, "Not m'glasses."
Steve moved Sammy's hands so they weren't grasping at Peter's glasses but he could still reach the boy.
"He's trying to say 'bubba', Peter. It’s sweet." He pointed out.
"Bubba," Peter said.
"Baba," Sammy replied.
"Bubba."
"Baba."
Peter sighed loudly, shaking his head.
"Ish hopeless," he said sadly, "Oh wells."
Tony snorted a laugh, tipping his head back.
"He'll learn. He isn't at the average age yet for talking, so this much is great." The blond explained, carefully cuddling Tony.
"Yeah, he probably won't be making full words for another year," Tony explained, wincing when Sammy crawled across his stomach to get back to Steve, "It's just how babies are, lovie."
"But you should feel lucky. Most parents kill for their baby's first word to be theirs." Steve explained as he bounced Sammy on his knee. "Pretty sure he is gonna say 'Bubba' first."
"Mmm, or babble," Tony hummed, lacing his hands over his stomach, "We'll know when he screams it at one AM to get our attention."
Peter giggled at that, nestling into Tony's side.
"Oh, it'll be okay." Steve said, kissing Tony's cheek. "I'd prefer it over crying, honestly."
He looked down at Sammy, babbling at the baby and laughing when he would babble back.
"Papa's silly," Peter whispered up to Tony, giving Steve a wary look, "Or he's weally tired. Does Papa need nap time?"
"Probably," Tony whispered back, "Do you wanna put Papa down for a nap so we can do big boy stuff?"
Peter giggled and nodded, a cheeky grin on his face.
"What're you two grinnin' about?" Steve asked playfully, raising a brow. "That usually means you're up to somethin'."
"Peter says it’s your naptime," Tony replied seriously, with a twinkle in his eyes, "Upstairs, young man."
Peter grinned from behind Tony's arm, mischief dancing on his face.
Steve gave them both a look before standing up.
"All right. If the boss boy says so. I'll take a nap." He sighed playfully. "You guys be good. Or else."
"Or else?" They chorused, varying expressions of glee and fear on their faces.
Peter shifted uncomfortably before squealing and bolting up for his room, not surprised that he got swooped up.
"Papa!" He shrieked, trying to squirm out of his arms.
"Or else you get the Kissy Monster!" Steve laughed, kissing all over Peter's face with a monster growl.
"Noooo!" Peter shrieked, kicking out, "Papa!"
"At ease, soldier, he'll pee all over you if you're not careful," Tony joked, grinning at Peter's glare, "Well, it's true."
"Meanie," the boy whined, going limp in Steve's hold.
"That was an accident, daddy." Steve replied, giving Peter one more smooch before placing him back on the couch. "But be good, okay? And help keep an eye on your brother and your daddy."
"I gots it," Peter snuggled back up to Tony, "Go sleepies, Papa."
Tony sent Steve some loving feelings through the bond, smiling at him.
"I'll see you in a bit, hon."
Steve smiled back and sent loving thoughts in return as he headed up the stairs to settle into bed for a quick nap.
"You just wanted me all to yourself, didn't you?" Tony asked Peter once Steve had left, "Little troublemaker."
"Nuh-uh!" Peter said with a knowing grin as he snuggled more into Tony. "Wouldn't worked anyways cuz Sammy's here." He sighed as the baby climbed in his lap, babbling happily.
"Mmm," Tony rolled his eyes, "You're such a jealous little boy. Papa gets that way too."
Sammy shoved his fist in his mouth with a happy gargle, looking up at the two of them.
"Papa gets jealous?" Peter asked surprised. "What's he get jealous ofs? He don't gots a brotha."
"Mhm. Watch when we go for walks," Tony smiled, "He holds my hand tighter whenever a lady walks by and looks at me. He's very protective."
"But youse is married to 'im. Why's he worried about a lady?" Peter pouted, not really getting it all.
"He doesn't like it when ladies look at me," Tony grinned, "He thinks they'll try to-- ah, give me 'special kisses'."
"But you wouldn't eva lets ladies give ya special kissies!" Peter gasped, holding onto Sammy. "You says thats only for Papa."
"That's right, I wouldn't let them," Tony explained, "But sometimes people take what they want, and that isn't a good thing. Papa tries to protect me from that from ever happening."
Again, He thought to himself, gently petting Peter's hair.
"So Papa is like your own Capt'n 'Merica." Peter grinned into the touch. "He keeps ya safe from bad peoples."
"Yeah, he is," Tony mused, "He really is Captain America, huh?"
He tugged Peter close, content to hug him while he thought.
"Yeah! Just like youse'll be Iron Man cuz youse making da suit!" Peter said excitedly, causing Sammy to squeak an excited noise in response.
"Of course, and you'll be our lil Spidey," Tony hummed, "Maybe Papa will think up a superhero for Sammy, hm?"
Tony immediately noticed Peter's change in demeanor, furrowing his brow in worry.
"What's wrong, kiddo?" He asked softly.
The comic 'n da superheroes is our special thing..." Peter pouted, eyes a little wet. "Besides, Sammy is too little ta be a superhero. He can't even talks yet..."
Tony sighed softly, reaching up to brush away the tears that threatened to fall.
"You're such a jealous little bear," he chuckled softly, "But you're right, Sammy's too young to be a superhero just yet. He's your damsel-in-distress, right?"
Peter nodded softly, wrapping arms around his little brother as the baby reached up to pat the other's cheeks consolingly.
"I wuv Sammy, but some things I want ta be jus' for youse, me, and Papa." He murmured.
"I know sweetheart, and your Papa and I try very hard to do that, but Sammy is really, really little," Tony explained, "We do have to include him."
"I knows." Peter sighed, playing with the baby's fingers. "Don't mean I gotta like it all da time, dough."
"You're right, you don't have to, but Papa and I have seen how good you are at taking care of Sammy," Tony hummed, "You'll have a break soon, pipsqueak, and we'll have a day of just us, okay?"
"'Kay." Peter hummed, nuzzling Tony's chest.
"Ba ba ba ba ba ba?" Sammy babbled, patting gently at Peter's hand.
"Yeah, yeah," Tony rolled his eyes, taking the baby into his lap, "I think you should go down for a nap too, Mister."
Sammy looked up at Tony curiously, reaching up to pat his beard.
"Ba ba," he chimed.
"No, Sammy. That's daddy." Peter giggled, at the baby. "Daddy.".
"Ba ba."
"Daaaddddyyy".
"Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba!"
"Yeah, ba ba yourself," Tony rolled his eyes, standing with Sammy, "Time to put you to bed, chatterbox."
He held his hand out to Peter and took his boys upstairs, tucking Sammy into the crib before swooping Peter up.
"Whatcha wanna do, pip?"
"We can watches a movie or plays games or we can do some 'speriments--" Peter prattled on excitedly, wiggling in Tony's arms.
"Experiments? Do you wanna learn about the suit?" Tony chattered, hugging the boy close as he skipped down to the lab, "Or we can work on your spiderman suit. Maybe we'll have it ready in time for Halloween!"
Peter grinned excitedly at the idea, nodding furiously.
"Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah! I wanna help!" He flailed.
"Okay, okay, calm down," Tony laughed, setting Peter on his feet, "Go get your boots, and we'll start."
"Kay!" Peter giggled as he rushed to get on his boots. Not running, because that’s what got him hurt not too long ago, but being pretty speedy.
He slipped on his boots and headed back to his daddy, rocking on the balls of his feet in wait.
Tony plucked Peter's and his aprons off the rack, tying the little one around Peter before donning his own.
"Alright, first, we need to look up materials for the costume," Tony began, drawing up a holographic screen, "Jay, bring up material types that are flexible and lightweight, but also fairly sturdy and safe."