Parenthood

If Tony's father was any indication of what he would be like around children, he wanted nothing to do with it.

As usual though, Steve managed to push Tony right into those situations he never felt qualified for.

"Steve, no."

"Tony."

"No, not happening, I wont."

"Please, Tony!"

"Uh uh, I went to dinner with you, I refrained from having sex, I even married you... you cannot do this to me. Steve."

That's how Tony and Steve, Iron Man and Captain America, adopted a five year old boy named Peter Parker.

So the Super Husbands became the Super Family.

Peter was a good child, loud, rambunctious, opinionated, but very intelligent and very well behaved.

Except for the times he would crawl across the ceiling and leave Steve gasping for air from a near panic attack while Tony chased him with a ladder.

Tony made a point to always tell Peter how handsome, intellectual, and brave he is. Basically, everything Howard Stark had never said to him.

When Peter wanted something, Tony made sure he got it. Steve would always accuse him of spoiling the boy, but let's face it, if Peter ever so much asthrew the word 'hate' at Tony, well, Tony wouldn't be able to handle it.

So when Tony was in charge of mealtime, Peter never ate his carrots. When it was Tony's turn to put Peter to bed, he'd read as many bedtime stories as the boy asked for until sleep took him in it's own time. So on carrot nights, Steve fed Peter, and when Tony took more than thirty minutes putting Peter to bed, Steve would knock and steal his husband away with a stern glance at their adopted child.

As much as Tony spoiled him, the boy never argued with Steve, or either of them really.

"You're a good man and a great father, Tony. You don't have to keep trying to buy his affection."

Steve told him one night, his arms wrapped lazily around Tony's waist.

"You thought my father was a good man also."

"That's different, Tony."

"Would you have slept with my dad, if you had the chance?"

"God Tony, if I thought of Howard that way at all, I would not have asked you to dinner. It would have been too weird."

Tony grumbled and buried his face in his pillow.

"Stop calling him Howard."

He didn't see Steve roll his eyes.

When Peter was ten years old, he asked Natasha why his dad never got yelled at him when he broke into his lab and exploded things, despite the obvious anger in his expression.

The woman didn't think to sugar-coat the concept for him.

"Your Dad is afraid you wont love him."

"Why would he think I wouldn't?"

"I think it was around your age when he stopped loving his own father."

Tony never asked why Peter started eating his carrots around him without being told, he didn't ask about Peter being satisfied after one bedtime story as opposed to four. Tony just thought it was part of growing up.

When Peter told him one day for no reason whatsoever, "I'll always love you, Dad." Tony was a bit more curious.

"Is there something you need, Pete?" He asked slowly, as if tip-toeing on ice.

"Yeah, I needed you to know that."

Tony may or may not have cried that night, but if he did, Steve kept it to himself.

So Tony stopped worrying somewhat.

He'd take the chastisement of Steve any day.

He took it when he bought Peter, well, GameStop.

When at eleven he dropped Peter off on his first day of Middle School... in the Iron Man Suit.

Steve yelled especially loudly when Tony made him a dirt bike... he said that thirteen year-old boys should not be racing around Manhattan on a dirt bike.

It's a good thing that Peter asked Steve and Tony for permission to go anywhere or Tony would be shipping him off to whatever party he wanted.

Hell, he'd provide the helicopter.

At least one of them was sensible.

At Sixteen, Peter got a car.

Thankfully this time Steve was in on it, even helped pick the model.

Tony figured he was doing pretty good, so when Peter was seventeen, he helped him design a suit and web-shooters.

Steve was not happy about that one.

Steve was so 'not happy' that Tony slept in the common room for two weeks.

"Thanks, Dad."

It was worth it.

It took a while for Steve to adjust to the fact that his baby was now a superhero. Six months to be exact, six months in which Tony secretly had JARVIS keep tabs on Peter every time he put on the suit.

When Steve found out about the extra feature he had forgiven Tony wholeheartedly, then demanded that JARVIS keep him updated as well.

All in all, Tony was doing the whole 'Cool Dad' routine spot on.

Until Wade showed up.

In Texas, they have shot guns, in Marvel New York, they had repulsors.

One could imagine Peter Stark-Rogers' reaction when for the first time in his life, not only did Tony flat out object to something Peter wanted, but had that something tossed from a 99th story window.

"Dad! Why would you do that!?" Peter had yelled, almost concerned for his boyfriend's safety if only out of habit.

"It won't kill him." Tony grumbled, raising the security by two hundred percent.

"Peter, if he's really that serious about you... he'll climb back up." Steve teased, wrapped an arm around Tony.

"How do you know, Pop?"

"Let's just say I've been there before. He'll try again."

Tony positively glowered at his husband.

"JARVIS, up security to three hundred percent and train the machine guns on Pete's window."

"Dad!"

That night Steve laughed at Tony's inability to sleep, for once understanding it.

"You picked a hell of a time to be responsible."

"Wilson has grabbed my butt on the occasions we've run into him. There is no way Peter's butt is safe."

Steve laughed and tried to keep away the mental image.

He wouldn't trade witnessing Tony being over-protective for the world.

Over his laughter, the sound of machine guns went off, ruining the moment for the both of them.

They looked at each other, listening to the firing and shouts of curse words as clear as day.

"Put on the suit." Steve growled.

"Yeah." Tony responded.

Wade Wilson wasn't prepared for the guns, and he most certainly wasn't prepared for the two uniform-clad Super Husbands careening toward him.

Peter just covered his eyes.