Chapter 5
Peter woke up one day with a funny feeling in his stomach. He didn’t quite know how to put it but it was something different.
He climbed out of his crib as if he was not supposed to wait for his dad to come get him. He walked to the bathroom and finished his business without putting a new diaper on. He didn’t need that. Afterward, he dressed himself in loos sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt.
He walked out to the kitchen where his father was drinking coffee, opened the fridge, and pulled out the milk. He then found himself a bowl and the serial, all without noticing the strange look his dad was giving him.
“Peter?”
“Morning dad,” He answered Steve with a gruff voice. He sat down and started eating before realizing how strange this was.
“did you wake up big today?” Steve asked kindly. If this was at the beginning of Peter's stay, he would be nervous but now he was kind of excited to hang out with his son.
“kind of,” Peter said unsure. “Maybe I can be big today and call my aunt and friends?”
“of course my prince,”
“dad. You're not allowed to call me that, or else I will just drop into little space,” Peter whined.
“Sorry Peter,” Steve said with a smile, not at all minding the attitude showing a lot of Peters personality. “won't happen again,”
“Thanks,” Peter said with a smile. “can you get me a glass of apple juice tho?”
“sure. Do you maybe wanna do something special today?” Steve said as I found the glass and poured a glass.
“Yeah. Let me just think it over, I wanna do something special,”
“Anything you want,” Steve said with a smile as he handed Peter the glass. “within reason of course,”
“where is dad btw?”
“he went to take a shower before getting you. I am guessing we will be hearing something any second now,” Steve said with a smirk, imagining Tony yelling that Peter was gone but in reality, he was sitting right here.
Surely enough it only took a minute before the entire house heard the distress in Tony's voice.
“STEVE, PETER IS GONE. MY BABY IS NOT HERE.”Tony yelled and both Steve and Peter could hear he was getting closer and closer.
Tony was moving fast and with tears in his eyes when he entered the kitchen and looked towards his husband for some help. He was so distressed he did not even notice Peter sitting at the table eating his breakfast.
“GET YOUR ASS IN SOME CLOTHES AND GO OUT AND LOOK FOR HIM, I WILL PULL UP THE CAMERA FEEDS,” He yelled but before he went to do his task he hugged Steve. “I am so scared Steve, he is just a little boy.”
“Dad, I am right here,” Peter said and watched as Tony turned around, and not a second later was he in the man's arms.
“my baby,” Tony said and tighten the grip around his baby boy.
“Dad, I – can't – breath,” Peter stuttered out and took a deep breath out when he felt Tony release his grip.
“What on earth were you thinking, leaving your crib like that,” Tony said with a stern look, dropping the concern he felt just seconds ago.
“I woke up big,” Peter explained simply and Steve couldn’t help but see his baby boy in his bigger boy. He guessed cutnes was just part of Peter's personality.
“Have you any idea how scared I was,” Tony said. “I thought you got kidnaped or something. Promise me you never do that again,” It was said with speed, and to anyone but Steve and Peter it probably sounded like a ramble of random words.
“Dadddddd,” Peter whined and untangled himself from Tony's arms. “I am fine, me and papa are doing something fun today,”
“promise me,” Tony insisted.
“promise,”
“Okay, so what are you doing, something safe and responsible I hope,”
Peter looked back and forth between his dads with a grin before his eyes stopped on Steve. “I was thinking paintball. You would never let me do that in little space, butttttttttttt … since I am big today I was thinking maybe ………?” He said and shot Steve his puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please dada,”
Everyone in the room knew right there and then that Peter was going to play paintball today. Not Tony, not Steve or anyone else for that matter could have said no to the puppy dog eyes.
Steve agreed immediately and they all ate breakfast, the daddies watching Peter, silently hoping he would drop into little space and not be able to play paintball. Sadly their wish was not heard and after Peter had an hour alone in Tony's home office to call his aunt and friends, they were suiting up for the fight.
Tony and Steve made sure to put a lot of protection on their boy, including a helmet of course.
The game quickly started and they found that Peter having superpowers played a big part in the massive loss Steve and Tony suffered. He could sense every paintball before it was shot, he was bendy and quick. Something Tony especially lacked.
Tony, therefore, left after a good half an hour leaving Steve to entertain their son. He was a little better at the game but he was a huge target compared to Peter who was slim and quick. He was also lacking his trustworthy shield and after three rounds and a couple of shots to his unprotected areas he surrenders.
Peter did a victory lap shouting paintballs all over the place with a huge smile on his face before returning to the changing room with his dads. He smiled a little wider when he saw the bruise that was forming on Steve's stomach and then looked at his own clean and unharmed stomach. They needed to do this more often.
Before Peter could even ask if they could do it again another time Tony spoke. “We are never doing this again. It's too dangerous.”
“BUTTT…. Dadddddddd,” Peter whined.
“No buts. Now get your actual but into some clothes and give your old man and grandpa over there a break,” Tony said and pointed towards. Seeing as Steve had lived since the war he figured “Grandpa” was an appropriate nickname.
“ha, Grandpa,” Peter joined in on the teasing and was soon lifted by Steve and set firmly down on the bench.
“I will have you know I am no old man. In fact, I both feel and look like I am in my twenties.” Steve told them both. He could see Tony wanting to protest but lucky for Steve, Peter beat him to it.
“Yeah papa, you look a lot younger then dad, that’s for sure,”
“what!!!!........”
And so the twenty-minute argument started with how old Tony looked. They did not end up agreeing on anything other than that both Peter and Steve appreciated Tony's beard.
“Okay so at least you guys like my beard,” Tony said as he sat down in the car, not quite finished with the argument.
“Oh let me tell you, I love a lot of other things too,” Steve said with a seductive grin looking straight towards Tony's crotch.
“DADDDDDDDDDD,” Peter whines, and both the older men laughed all the way back home as Peter tried his very best to get the image of his dads out of his head.
Somewhere along the car ride home, Peter remembered one of his greatest weakness. He always fell asleep in the car after a long day.
He tried his best to keep his eyes open, knowing if he fell asleep he would drop back into little space and Peter was really looking forwards to watching a movie about something other than a prince saving a princess.
Slowly but steadily his eyelids got heavier and soon they were too heavy for him to keep open.
“Peter, we are almost home. Try to stay awake.” Tony chipped and Peter shook his head hard in an attempt to keep awake.
Tony and Steve both shared a look when they saw Peter's head start to bob again. Peter was not in his normal little car seat and they both would have preferred if Peter stayed awake until they were home.
Luckily they were only a few minutes away and when they arrived Peter was at least somewhat conscious.
“Peter, you want me to carry you or walk yourself?” Steve asked and brushed some of the boy's hair out of his face.
“carry,” Peter whispers and heald his hands out, knowing his battle was lost and looking forwards to taking a nap. Maybe in daddy and papa's bed, he thought. “dada? I sleep in big bed?”
“You wanna go night-night in daddy's bed?”
“uh hum” Peter hummed in agreement and nodded his head against Steve's shoulder. “Milk too?”
“Of course my little baby, ill go get it, you go have a lay down with papa,” Tony chipped in as they parted way to the kitchen and the big bed.
“did you have a good day Peter?” Steve asked as he carried Peter to their bathroom and put him on the changing table.
“Yeah, do more often?”
“I don’t know baby, maybe just you and me next time, daddy is a bit of a chicken when it comes to paintball,” Steve said with a grin which only grew larger when Peter giggled sleepily on the changing table.
“Only big boys play,”
“that’s right little man, only big boys,”
Peter was quickly changed into a diaper and a pair of lego pajamas before he was carried into the bedroom and placed on the bed beside Tony who was waiting with the bottle of milk.
“Hey, baby. You gonna go night-night for daddy?” Tony asked and made sure Peter was under the covers before guiding the bottle of milk to Peter's lips.
“huuuuu,” Peter hummed content as he started sucking the nipple. “Papa cuddles,”
And Steve was by his side right away, softly running his fingers through Peter's soft hair, just like his baby boy liked it.
Peter sucked content on the nipple for about 5 minutes before his breathing started becoming heavier. That’s when Tony removed the bottle and took a few steps back to capture his baby boy in his husband's arms.
Peter cuddled even closer to Steve and let out a content sigh before finally drifting off.
After 20 minutes, Steve removed himself from Peter and stood beside his husband to watch Peter sleep for a little while.
“Is this the part where we say, “they grow up so fast”?”
“I don’t know but I sure love the sight of this,” Steve answered with a smile and threw his hand over Tony's shoulder.
“Oh, I think you will love it a lot less when you have to wake up the cranky baby in two hours.”