Chapter 1
“Good morning, sunshine!” Steve chirped as he stepped into the Winnie the Pooh themed nursery, walking over to the wall that featured a window that Steve had painted around to look as if it was a window inside of Kanga and Roo’s home. It was about 8:30 in the morning on a sunny fall day, where the leaves were beginning to change, and the air was crisp, cool, and fresh. Steve had been awake for about an hour and a half now, had gone for a quick run on his treadmill in the guest room, and showered. Tony had been incredibly tired the night before, due to all the playing and running around from that day, and also due to the fact that big Tony had been overworking himself as usual, which tended to mean a very tired little Tony. So, because of this, Steve had wanted him to sleep in, but he realized that if he let him sleep too long, he wouldn’t go down for a nap, and that would hurt his sleep schedule in the long run. Meaning that he had brewed himself a cup of coffee, and drank it, before going into the baby’s nursery to wake him up for another fun day that he could spend with the boy. The man carefully and slowly pulled the fabric away from the glass, allowing light to flood the room, lightening and brightening up the nursery that was pitch black seconds before. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” the blonde man continued to say in a soft and cheerful tone, as he walked over to the cream-colored crib that was pressed against the back wall of the room. Behind the off-white wooden bars of the crib was a heap of blankets that were bunched up all over the place, but underneath them was half-asleep little Tony, who had his face peeking out so then he could breathe.
The brunette boy was laying on his side, facing away from the wall, which also meant he was facing Steve. Knees were brought up to his chest while one arm was tossed up and over his eyes, while the other arm was hugging his stuffed Piglet very close to his chest. He was wearing a soft, fuzzy, and warm, footie sleeper, that is pale yellow with little bumble bee stripes on it, with a cartoon bee appliqué over the heart. The boy also had a yellow pacifier bobbing between his lips, which carried on the bee theme by having another cartoon bee printed on the plate of the plastic piece. Hair was a complete and adorable mess, as it was scattered all about, showing that he probably tossed and turned a lot when sleeping during the night. The knitted blanket that the boy desperately loved was bundled up next to him, peeking out from under the crisp white sheets, thick blanket, and Winnie the Pooh themed quilt that was covering the baby up, keeping him warm and toasty as he slept. The sight had Steve melting on the inside, falling in love with the boy for the millionth time, and also making him realize how much he cared for that vulnerable little baby in front of him.
“Come on baby boy, open those pretty little eyes for Daddy,” the Daddy continued to say softly as he unlatched the crib and opened up the side of it. Once the bars were no longer separating Steve from his little boy, he reached his hand in to rub it up and down the boy’s back, hoping to gently pull him from his unconscious state. Tony’s eyes cracked open just the tiniest bit, but once he saw the light that was brightening up the whole room, he gripped the blankets in his hand and fully covered his head, making Steve chuckle in response. “Oh no, where did my Tony go?” the blonde asked with fake confusion as he dramatically whipped his head around the room. The brunette simply whined in response, keeping the blanket firmly over his head. Steve grabbed the blankets himself and carefully, but quickly, pulled them away from the boy’s face. “There he is! And look at those pretty brown eyes,” the Daddy said happily as the boy’s tired and scrunched up face appeared, deep brown eyes peering up at him. He brought up his fists to rub at those dark eyes, something he only ever does when feeling very little. “It’s time to get up, sweetheart,” Steve continued to say, knowing that sometimes mornings were not the easiest time for the boy, especially when he was so sleep deprived.
“No!” Tony snapped in a groggy voice as he tried to pull the blankets over himself again, wanting to go back to sleep and have the world go away for a while.
“Yes,” Steve replied confidently as he moved some of the boy’s hair out of his eyes using his soft fingertips.
“No… sleepy,” the baby mumbled out, now pushing his face into the sheet covered mattress, hoping to escape the light. Steve smiled sadly at the words and actions, knowing that the boy probably was exhausted, but he would be better off taking a nap later and going to bed early, then he would be sleeping more now.
“It’s not night time anymore, silly boy. It’s morning, so let’s get you all ready for the day, yeah?” Steve rambled as he brought his hands up under the boy’s armpits, efficiently and easily picking him up and setting him onto his hip, despite the boy’s unhappy whines.
“No,” he repeated again, pressing his eyes against Steve’s neck. But the blonde ignored the boy’s statement as he pressed his free hand against the sleeper covered diaper, noticing an obvious give and squish, signaling that it was wet and needed changing. The boy was then carefully laid down on the wooden changing table, where he promptly started to roll around and fuss, not wanting to be awake, and most certainly not wanting to be getting a diaper change right now. Tony, despite over a year of ageplaying, still had an issue with diapers, more specifically, getting diapers changed, but the adults were trying to break that trend, by making them seem as normal as possible.
“What a fussy baby I have this morning,” Steve said with a chuckle as he pulled out the strap that goes over the baby’s waist, securing him to the table. They only used the strap occasionally, normally when the boy was either feeling very, very little, and there was the concern of him rolling off the table, or when he was being quite fussy – both of which seemed to be true as of this moment. The Daddy hummed a tune as he unsnapped the sleeper and pulled out the boy’s legs, noticing how he kicked them lightly as Steve reached for a clean diaper. Steve changed the diaper with practiced ease, ignoring the whines, whimpers, protests, and kicking of legs that went down, knowing that it was better to not make a big deal of things, especially since he wasn’t upset over the emotions the boy was displaying. Tony had a habit of ignoring his own emotions, needs, and wants – something that Steve, and the other adults as well, had been trying to train out of the boy, and it was starting to work. When the boy was little, like really very little, they had started to see that he was more likely to give into his own baby emotions and feelings, something that really made Steve happy. Once the diaper was changed, the blonde peeled away the rest of the sleeper, tickling the boy’s tummy as he did so, but didn’t receive any of the smiles or giggles that he was hoping for. “It’s kind of chilly today, so how about we put you in a long-sleeved onesie, hmm?” the Daddy hummed as he pulled out a drawer of the dresser.
“No,” Tony said once again, causing Steve to hold back a laugh.
“Well then grumpypants, what would you like to wear?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow at the brunette, but the baby didn’t answer, instead he reached over for a bottle of lotion that was sitting on the changing table, perhaps just wanting something to play with. “Let’s not play with that,” the blonde continued, standing up and softly taking the bottle from the baby’s hands, replacing it with a quiet rattle. Once the boy was preoccupied, Steve pulled out a green and white striped, long sleeved onesie, with black snaps at the crotch – a piece of clothing that Steve thought was absolutely adorable on the boy. He pulled it over the boy’s head, and gently stuck his arms into the sleeves, despite the whines of protest that hummed through the boy’s pacifier filled mouth. Next, he pulled it down over his stomach and snapped it over the thick diaper, straightening it out so then the boy wasn’t uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form. Finally, Steve grabbed a pair of matching green socks, and slipped them over the boy’s feet, knowing that it was important to cover his feet and keep them warm. “Well aren’t you just the cutest little thing?” Steve said with a smile as he admired the boy that was laying on the changing table, a pout still somewhat obvious despite the yellow pacifier.
“Mmmmm,” the boy hummed out in a frustrated tone of voice, causing Steve to sigh as he lifted the boy up onto his hip.
“Let’s go brush your teeth,” the Daddy said as he walked out of the nursery and into Steve and big Tony’s bedroom, heading past the bed, dresser, TV, and closet, and into the bathroom. Once they made it into the bathroom Steve sat the boy down on the countertop between the two sinks they have. He then pulled the pacifier from the boy’s lips, which resulted in yet another whine to escape through his mouth, as Tony reached for the comfort item, “You can have it back later, silly boy,” Steve said as he set the pacifier down, and got out the boy’s toothbrush, squeezing on a bit of toothpaste, and wetting it down with water. Once that was done he held up the soft bristled, blue and green colored, toothbrush to the boy’s lips, waiting for them to part, “Open up,”
“N—” Tony started to say, but Steve took the opportunity to slip the brush between his lips, and started brushing his teeth. The Daddy made sure to cover every millimeter of the baby’s mouth in the quickest time possible, before pulling the brush out of his mouth, and offering him a little paper cup of water to rinse and spit with. He held the cup up to his lips and the boy thankfully took a drink, swirling it around in his mouth, before spitting into the sink.
“Good boy, Tony,” Steve praised, kissing the boy on the forehead. The Captain grabbed a black colored hairbrush from the counter, and proceeded to run it through the baby’s brunette hair, trying to settle down the messy bed hair. Once it was flattened and straightened out as best he could without completely wetting it down, he rubbed his hand through it, poking the baby on the nose. “You ready for breakfast? I think Uncle Bruce is making waffles!” he continued on, trying to up the excitement in his voice, as he put the boy back on his hip, sticking the pacifier in his pocket. Tony simply shrugged in response, as he wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck. Steve simply placed his free hand on the back of the boy’s neck, feeling compelled to support him given how young his headspace seemed to be. The blonde Daddy walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light, and then walked out of the bedroom and towards the elevator, hoping that the baby’s attitude was only because he was hungry.