Of Bath Time and Big Boy Undies

"Steve, help me!" Tony shouts from the nursery, early one Sunday morning.

The super soldier runs from the bathroom a few doors down, a towel wrapped around his shoulders and hair dripping wet. "What's the matter?" he asked in a huff before he takes in the sight before him. Tony is holding a crying two year old Peter out in front of him with a frown, a crying two year old Peter covered from head to toe in poop. Steve stares at his husband in disbelief for a few moments before shaking his head and chuckling.

"This isn't funny," the scientist informs him "Your son is covered in his own shit and all you can do is stand there and laugh at me. How did he even manage to do this?"

"Peter go poo-poo. No diaper!" Peter giggles happily, obviously proud with himself.

"Language Tony," Steve reminds him before taking the toddler away from the older man and carrying him to the bathroom, motioning for Tony to follow him. "I also like how he's always my son when he's in trouble."

"Well obviously he didn't get that from me. I was a genius as a baby, still am," Tony grins, filling the tub with warm water his husband wiped some of the mess off their son with the towel.

"So modest as well," Steve chuckles. He presses a kiss to Tony's cheek and sets Peter in the bath, washing his hands with a grimace when he's sees the mess there. "Now, Peter, can you tell Daddy and Papa why you took off your diaper?," he asks the young boy once his hands are clean.

"I'm big boy! No diaper. I want big boy undies, like Grover!" Peter splashes in the water, referring to Clint and Natasha's son, whom was a few years old.

"If you have big boy undies you have to go to the toilet not just anywhere. How about this though, what if Daddy and I get you some brand new big boy undies of your very own if you can try to let us know when you have to go potty and get to the potty? Does that sound like a plan?" Steve suggests.

"Yes!" Peter laughs, clearly happy with his papa's plan. "Thor ones? Thor favorite!"

"Damn Thor," Tony growls under his breath, receiving an elbow to the gut for his use of profanity yet again with a whispered, 'if our son's first word is a curse, you're not getting any sex for a year'. Tony ignored his comment knowing that his husband would never be able to hold out on him for that long, simply due to the need of his own pleasure and also because he was too busy pouting that his son had taking such a liking to the Asgardian when he had Captain America and Iron Man as parents, especially Iron Man! Steven often laughed at him for that, telling the older- or younger depending on how you looked at it- man that even if Thor was his favorite hero, Peter would always love the two of them most because they are his fathers.

"Sure sweetie, Thor ones," Steve nods ruffling his sons hair as Tony drains the tub.

"Yay. Thank you. Love you, Papa! Love you, Daddy!"

Tony smiled down at the young boy, because Steve was right, as long as he got to hear those words from the toddler every night, it didn't matter who his favorite superhero was.

As some of you know, I adore snapshot fics. They are my favorite, so here is a shot at a snapshot for Superhusbands! I really hope you enjoyed.

Thanks for reading,

Cassie!

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