Chapter 6
STEVE
Buck and Nat came up for breakfast the next morning as he was preparing cinnamon rolls. He shot them both a smile, as he had been alone up until this point thanks to his late sleeping family.
“Morning you guys, want some cinnamon rolls?” he asked as he prepared more dough. Nat hummed happily in response, walking past the man to get to the coffee. Buck took that opportunity to peer over his shoulder to inspect his cooking.
“Hmm,” he hummed in disapproval, “doesn’t look like Mama Rogers used to make.” Steve elbowed him in the ribs before he shot his oldest friend a glare.
“You’re welcome to have cereal, jerk,” he added, glad to see the man pout back at him.
“I forgot how grumpy you are in the mornings, punk,” the other hundred year old man grumbled as he walked over to get the coffee Nat was handing him. He was happy for them, and though he’d never say it to their faces - they were pretty cute together too.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching them. He turned in time to see Miles finish yawning as he walked into the kitchen to join them.
“Morning guys,” the teen said to the group as he walked over to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of orange juice.
“Hey bud, you feel ready for your test today?” Steve asked the teen who came in for a one armed hug as he kissed his son’s temple.
“Think so,” Miles said with a small smile as he joined his aunt and uncle at the kitchen island.
“What subject?” Nat asked as Steve put the dough in the oven, finally able to turn and face them as he leaned back against the counter.
“US History,” the teen grumbled as he reached over to grab a banana from the fruit bowl.
“You didn’t ask this one for help, did you?” Buck teased as he threw a pointed thumb at the blonde.
“Why can’t he ask me?” Steve grumbled as he crossed his arms in annoyance.
“Because the seventy years you were asleep, are what’s going to be on his test.” He opened and shut his mouth a few times, knowing that bastard was technically right.
“Well, bet he still aces it then, in spite of me,” he conceded as he walked over to pat his son on the back, because besides the teasing he knew Miles was actually worried about it.
His son simply chuckled, face beaming as he looked back and forth between the hundred year olds.
“See that, I won’t bet you on. You somehow got three outta three in the smart kids department.”
“You’re doing an awful lot of smack talk for someone who couldn’t put an IKEA desk together,” the redhead said smugly as Steve and Miles laughed at the now pouting man.
“I’m not a rocket scientist!” his old friend complained to his partner as she patted him on the shoulder in mock sympathy.
“It’s easy if you just follow the instructions…” Miles teased as he then dodged an elbow jab from his uncle.
“You also got three out of three in the smartass department,” Buck added as he reached over to the teen’s ribs to get another laugh out of him.
“They get that from Tony,” Steve partially lied, knowing his oldest friend had enough evidence to prove otherwise. It was also at that moment his husband joined them, wearing Steve’s clothes that swallowed him and hair in disarray. He was wearing his glasses, which meant the blonde was momentarily distracted from their conversation.
“What, my good looks?” his man grumbled in sleepy question as he made a beeline for the coffee.
“Don’t try and pin this on the tin man. I was there when you were a scrawny shrimp picking fights that I had to save your sorry ass out of.”
“Was he really like that?” his son asked as the oven timer dinged.
“You know what, we don’t have to-”
“-he was actually worse, kid. Your Pop was this tiny, scrawny punk. Imagine the whole do-gooder attitude but compacted. So all the restraint he holds back now that he has muscles? Yeah, no. He was like a righteous marionette doll.” Steve took that opportunity to take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven, ignoring the loud laughter coming from his traitorous son.
As he was icing the rolls, his husband came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him before placing a kiss on the back of his neck.
“You wouldn’t by any chance have pictures of Pop at that age, huh?” Miles asked as he felt his husband chuckle behind him. He patted the man’s arm resting on his stomach as he also rolled his eyes at his youngest.
“Actually…” Nat said as Steve whipped around in shock. He reached a hand back to stabilize his husband who stumbled and released him as he stared incredulously at her.
“You don’t…” the blonde growled as his turned his glare to his supposed best friend. The man took sudden interest in the ceiling as Tony grabbed the tray and brought the food over to the island. As the others ate breakfast, he continued burning a hole in the man’s head as the traitor steadily reached over to snag a roll.
“Do you actually have a photo?” Tony asked the red head as Buck continued avoiding eye contact with the blonde.
“Took us a while, but we found a few from one of Barnes’ cousins-”
“-are you serious?!” his husband interrupted, shouting excitedly.
“Can we see Aunt Tasha??” his teen leapt from his stool in equal excitement.
“No,” Steve sighed in frustration as he also closed his eyes for good measure.
“Aw come on Stevie,” his husband whined as he promptly shot his man a glare as well.
“Pleaaaaaaaaaaase Pop?” Miles whined as well, his boys turning to him to give their best chocolate puppy eyes to the super soldier.
“Fine, whatever,” he instantly conceded, not wanting to fight this particular battle right now. Maybe that can of worms wouldn’t open just yet anyway.
“Can we see them now??” Miles asked his aunt who was already putting up her dishes.
“Don’t you need to get ready for school?” Steve asked with a raised brow.
“Actually, Любимый, the photos are packed away in one of our boxes. But I promise to look for it,” the redhead offered with a smile and a wink as the teen threw a pout to his blonde father.
“Happy’s waiting for you kiddo. Good luck on your test,” Steve said with a smile, swatting the teen who stuck his tongue out at him in passing.
“Love you Miles,” Tony called to the teen as he went for a third cup of coffee.
“Uh uh, you’ve had enough.” His husband pouted and squinted back at him, which, with his glasses - only made him that much cuter. “Orange juice or water?” the blonde offered as he turned to reach for a glass to hand to the man.
“Wish we could stay longer, but we need to get going,” Nat said as she walked over to kiss Steve and Tony on their cheeks. “Thanks for breakfast.”
“Oh, where are you guys off to?”
“Harvey’s got a vet appointment and then we’re going to check on the renovations.”
“Renovations?” Tony asked sleepily.
“Yeah, didn’t we tell you guys? We’re building a house,” Buck answered, standing up as Natasha grabbed an apple before taking off without him.
“No but I guess we’ll hear about it later?” the genius asked, trying to sneak behind Steve to get to the coffee. The blonde swatted him for his attempt before turning to wave goodbye.
“See ya Buck,” Steve called as his friend had already started walking after his woman. Bucky waved his metal hand without turning around, getting a laugh from the other centenarian.
Who proceeded to laugh further, when his ridiculous husband tried for a third time to get more caffeine.