Chapter 32
"Steve?" Tony called from the hall as Steve was getting Peter’s breakfast ready. "Steve, where are my Gucci jeans? Steeevvveee?"
"In a minute, Tony," he called back, putting Peter’s breakfast in front of him and then going over to the fridge for the little boy’s OJ. "Where did you last see them?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn’t be screaming in the hallway at such an ungodly hour," Tony replied from behind him, swanning into the room in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. "Steve, if you want me to take the squirt to school I need to have -"
"Ugh, Tony, not noooow,” Peter sighed dramatically, banging his chubby little fist against the table.
Simultaneously, Steve and Tony turned to look at each other, and then Peter. The five year old was grinning sheepishly at them.
"Well he didn’t learn that from me," Tony hummed, turning back to look at Steve with a less than impressed look on his face.