Spider-Man Offical[ly raised hell]

"I am sorry, Tones," Steve said, his lips pressed into a downward curve.

Tony smiled up at him, fingers tangled around the loosened tie hanging from Steve's shirt collar. "I know, Stevie, I do."

He slipped his hands lose as he tightened the tie, pressing a soft kiss to Steve's jaw. "It's not exactly how I wanted it to come out, but we were always going to have to do this, no matter how or when we decided too." 

Steve sighed, but the frown marring his face softened. He watched Tony as he dressed himself for the upcoming press conference, walking up behind him as Tony stood in front of their bathroom mirror.

Tony placed his hand on the arm that snuck around his waist, smiling. "You nervous?"

The look that met his in the mirror was one definitely one of nervousness, eyebrows furrowed and body seeking comfort.

Steve tucked his face back into Tony's shoulder, pulling him closer to his chest with a soft huff.

"I just... I know you're not mad, but I still feel bad..." came the muffled reply, and those sad eyes reappeared in the mirror.

"You're too good to me, Steven. I don't mind this is happening now! We'll finally be able to be open in public. We won't have to hide this anymore." 

With a final glance in the mirror, Tony shifted in Steve's grip to face him, who once again tucked his face back into Tony's shoulder. 

"The conference is only an hour," He murmured, brushing his fingers through Steve's hair. "And Pep will be there the whole time. So will Pete!"

He felt Steve's sigh against his shoulder. 

"Let's do this then," He said, letting Tony lead him towards the door.

"Focus on the positives! You'll finally be able to take me on a date." Tony said, grinning back at Steve, who smiled back, melting a little at his partner's enthusiasm. 

When they reached the kitchen they found Peter waiting at the table, typing furiously on his phone. 

"Hey kiddo." Peter jumped at the sound of Tony's voice. "You ready to go?"

"Mr dad! I mean Mr Stark! I- Dad! Mr Rogers America sir! Are we leaving?" His nervous stuttering made Steve smile, and he saw Tony soften at the boy's words, moving on instinct to wrap Peter in a hug.

Tony had come so far in his relationship with Peter Parker - it astounded Steve, somedays, to remember how Tony used to be with the boy, full of worry and defensiveness over every single action. So scared of getting too close, but terrified more so of being too distant, too cold.

Driving Peter away in the same way Tony had been driven away from his father.

Tony's voice was almost inaudible when he next spoke. "You okay, Pete? You wanna call this off? I can do that," He said, hand coming up to brush away the boy's curls. "I won't mind."

Peter rolled his eyes, but the fondness in them was undeniable as he replied, "I'm okay, dad. Just a little on edge, but I want to do this."

Tony smiled back at him, reaching out to fix the boy's collar where it peaked up from beneath his sweater. It was Peter's usual combination of clothes, simply more formal, and it pulled a quiet laugh from Tony. "You can stop a bank robbery and backflip away from a bullet, but you can't work out a wonky collar."

 "Meanie! I'm leaving without you now! Hurry up Mr America, we can't be late, or Miss Pepper will kill us!"

Steve intertwined his hand with Tony's again, laughing quietly. "Do you think he'll ever call me Steve?"

Tony shook his head, eyes crinkling around the edges. "Took him almost a year before he called me anything other than 'Mr Stark'. God, I love that kid, Steve."

"Yeah, I know you do." He said, turning to watch Tony's face, who was focused solely on the bouncing kid running through the halls in front of them.

"You excited?" He asked Tony, who made a small noise of confusion. "To finally get to tell everyone about Peter? Your favourite intern?"

Ahead of them, Peter tripped over his own feet, catching himself before he fell. He looked behind him sheepishly, fingers curled into the sleeves of his sweater. Tony raised his eyebrow at him, a playful smile crossing his face, and Peter ducked back around to stand beside him.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to telling the whole world how terrible an intern he is." Tony said, smile growing into a grin at Peter's indignant little "Hey!"

"I'm a fantastic intern! You're a terrible boss!"

"Oh, am I now? And yet, despite all the warnings I, the terrible boss, gave you last Tuesday, you still managed to explode half the lab-"

"No I didn't, you distracted me! And shhh! We're gonna be laaate!" Peter said, calling back to them as he took off again, towards the car parked outside the compound.

Steve knew, deep down, that there was nothing to truly worry about with this upcoming conference.

They'd gotten the stamp of approval from Pepper Potts herself, for heavens sake - Steve knew this was going to go fine.

But still...

Steve re-entwined his hand with Tony's as he settled into the back seat, who shuffled closer as he called out for Happy to drive. Tony didn't mention it, and Steve was grateful for that. All that time as a dancing monkey in the 40s, and he'd still never gotten his brain around to enjoying the spotlight.

Tony's thumb brushed over his knuckles, a silent symbol of comfort as he talked equations and formulae with Peter.

"Hey," Tony murmured, turning to run a hand over Steve's cheek as Peter leaned forwards to chatter at Happy. "This is going to go fine. You trust me, don't you?"

Steve smiled. "I do." He pressed a kiss to Tony's forehead. "I really do."