Chapter 2
"Happy birfday Daddy!"
Tony looked up and grinned, watching as little Peter came toddling across the workshop with a cupcake in his hand. There was a lit candle buried in the top, and Steve was following along behind him with a cautious, harried expression on his face.
"You remembered my birthday, huh?" Tony asked, quickly taking the cupcake from Peter as he drew near to save them all the anxiety of potential burnt skin and tears. "And… Peter, did you take a bite out of this?"
There was, indeed, a chunk taken out of the top of the cupcake (part of which appeared to be the paper case), and Peter had an incriminating smear of frosting on his cheek.
"Noooo Daddy," he shook his head, and Tony just sighed and scooped him up to lick away the frosting. Peter squealed and giggled. "Nooo, Daddy, stop!"
"I was going to share it anyway," he smiled against Peter’s rosy cheek, "so there’s no need to lie."
"I… I had uh li’l bit," Peter admitted. "By accident."
"Oh, well, if it was an accident,” Tony laughed, “I guess I’ll have to give you Papa’s piece, too.”
"Over my dead body," Steve huffed, and Tony laughed harder. "I had to go through the trauma of baking with a five year old; I’m getting part of that cupcake if it kills me."