Post-Credit Scene
"Daddy!" Peter squealed. He was two or three years old in the video Tony was watching in the dark. He was sitting at a small table, blocks scattered in front of him.
"Hey Petey-Pie." He heard his younger self say behind the camera. His younger self sat down across from the boy.
"Hey Pete. I know you're a bit too young to understand...but I wanted to ask your permission about something." Tony's voice said, and Peter was staring at him with his eyes wide.
"Daddy's sad?" Peter asked quietly, his attention now fully on Tony, blocks forgotten.
Tony could remember the hesitation he felt then, even years later.
"No...not exactly bubba. You remember Natasha? Daddy's friend?" Tony's voice was shaky, even over the video.
Tony let out a deep breath at the memory.
"Tash!" Peter agreed happily, a smile lighting up his face. The Tony behind the camera let out a fond laugh.
"Yeah bug, Tash. Would it be okay with you if we let her join our family?" Young Tony asked.
Tony leaned forward in his seat, eyes focused on the small Peter on the screen.
Peter's eyebrows were drawn and his small tongue was sticking out of his mouth in thought. After a couple moments he looked up, a shy smile on his face.
"Like a new Mommy?" he asked, his voice small. The camera fumbled a bit, showing younger Tony's surprise at the question.
"Y-yeah bug...if that's okay with you?" Tony's voice was hesitant still. Peter let out a small giggle.
"I want a new Mommy. Can Tash be my new Mommy?" Peter asked then, focus back on the blocks he was stacking in front of him. When Tony didn't answer right away, he looked up again curiously.
"Daddy?" his small voice asked. The camera moved suddenly again before a voice spoke up again.
"You know what bud? Why don't we go ask Tash if she wants to be your new Mommy?" Tony's voice asked. Peter jumped up quickly.
"Yeah yeah! Now! Come on!" Peter shouted, jumping a couple times before grabbing Tony's hand.
Tony reached forward and stopped the video. He rubbed his hands down his face, and let out a deep sigh.
"Now, now. It was just getting to my favorite part." A voice spoke up behind him. He turned to see Natasha standing in the doorway, hair still mussed up from sleep. She gave him a sleepy smile, before walking forward and playing the video again.
Tony watched her for a moment, before turning his attention back to the screen, where Tony and Peter had just found Natasha in the gym.
"Tash!" Peter squealed, earning the younger Natasha's attention. Her hair was longer, and a darker shade of red than it was now. She stopped her exercises to catch Peter as he launched himself in her direction.
"Hey, Pete. What are you guys up to?" Natasha asked, voice soft, as she tweaked Peter's nose. Peter let out a giggle, before looking towards Tony. The other man set down the camera somewhere, before walking over to the two of them, still in the frame. Natasha furrowed her eyebrows as he came closer.
"Tony, why are you all pale?" she asked, a hand reaching out to cup his face. Tony shook his head.
"Peter has a question for you." Tony said, poking his son in the stomach. The little boy nodded with a smile. Natasha's face softened as she looked at him.
"Okay. Peter. What is your question?" she asked softly.
"Will you be my new Mommy...Daddy said you could...if you wanna?" Peter asked, suddenly shy, playing with the chain of Natasha's necklace. The woman's eyes widened and snapped to Tony.
"Is...is this your way of proposing?" she asked once she got over her shock. She was now looking at him with a fond but exasperated look. Tony gave her a soft smirk.
"If that's okay with you?" the man asked quietly, Peter's eyes flitting between the two, watching.
"It's perfect. Peter, I would love to be your new Mom." Natasha said after a moment, directing her last words to the small boy still in her arms.
"Yay!" Peter cheered, throwing his small arms around her neck in a hug. Natasha gave Tony a small smile over the small boy's head.
And that's when the video ended. They both sat there in silence for a moment staring at the dark screen.
"Couldn't sleep?" Natasha asked then, settling in his lap. Tony shook his head, eyes still fixed on the screen, but his arms moved around her waist.
"Was it the same dream again?" she asked when he didn't answer. He shook his head again, but this time she stayed silent, waiting for him to speak up.
"Peter's been begging me to let him patrol around Queens." Tony finally said, bringing up what had been plaguing his thoughts for the last couple hours.
"Why Queens?" Natasha asked. Tony shrugged.
"He wouldn't tell me. But that's where...that's where Mary was from. Maybe that's why." he said quietly, and Natasha nodded thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"And you don't want him to?" she asked after a couple minutes. Tony let out a sigh, and dropped his head onto her shoulder.
"I don't know. I'm just so worried he's going to get in over his head. I don't want him to get hurt. I don't..." he trailed off, his breath coming in a little quicker. Natasha shushed him gently, and swayed them back and forth until his breathing evened out.
"You don't want him to go through what you've gone through." she states quietly, and he feels his shoulders slump in defeat.
"I don't think he realizes the toll this kind of job takes." he whispers. He feels her hands come up to grab his face, and gently move it up, his eyes meeting hers.
"Then we help him through it." she says quietly. He studies the green in her eyes for a minute, before nodding.
"Yeah. We will."