Tony was casually looking over some blueprints in the living room when Harley and Piper came in. Harley had a protective arm around his sister. When they sat down on the couch across from him he hugged her close to his side. It seemed like his arm was the only thing keeping Piper from panicking. She looked at Harley who gave her a reassuring look.
“Hey Dad” Piper said in a small voice “uh, can… can we talk?”
“Of course” He set the blueprints down to give his children his full attention. He wondered idly if this was going to be the conversation he had been expecting for so long or something entirely different. He looked up and saw Harley giving him a look that said you better not fuck this up. Tony gave him a reassuring smile. He had always been so protective.
“SO.. Um, Uh” Piper stammered like she did when she was nervous or overwhelmed.
“It's ok Bambino, take your time. There is no rush.” Tony reassured. Piper suddenly slammed a fist into her thigh and made a frustrated noise.
“Sorry I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I know everything's going to be ok, I just…” She petered out. Tony was now 100% sure that this was going to be what he thought it was. His heart hurt seeing his kid like this. He wanted to wrap Piper up in a blanket and reassure her(?) that everything was ok, but he knew that this was something that she(?) needed to do on her own.
“So um. What… What would you say if you found out that instead of having one son and one daughter you had two sons?”
Tony felt pride swell in his chest. He knew he needed to choose his next words carefully. He knew if he didn't, Piper(?) would take his reaction as a rejection, which was the last thing he ever wanted. “Well, if that were to happen, the first thing I would do is give him a big hug and tell him how proud I was of him. Then I would ask his name and pronouns and if he wanted to go shopping for some new clothes and get a haircut.” He was Piper(?) relax at this.
“Well um” Piper(?) took a deep breath and squared himself(?) up like he was going into battle “Dad, I’m… I’m a boy.”
Tony smiled and gathered his son into his arms. “I am so so proud of you son.”
“Thank you” he heard his son's voice crack when he said that. They pulled apart and Tony tucked his son under his arm on the couch.
“So Son, what are your name and pronouns?”
“Peter, I think, and, he/him, right now but maybe they also? I’m not sure”
“Peter” Tony rolled the name around in his mouth “That fits you well. I think. Thank you so much for telling me. I know how scary coming out is.”
“Ya. I know there was nothing to be scared about but…”
“Hey it's scary, no matter how accepting you know the person is going to be. So, Do you wanna go shopping and get a haircut?”
“Yes please. Not today though. Maybe tomorrow?”
“Your wish is my command” he reached his arm towards Harley who was still sitting on the other couch “Come here Little Potato” Harley pressed against his other side.
This is it. He thought. It doesn’t get better than this.