Loud

Peter couldn't sleep at all. He kept being woken up by his parents in the next room. Now, it's not like he was innocent. He was fifteen, he had a boyfriend of his own and they had experimented, but cheese and rice, his mom and dad didn't have to be so goddamn loud. Peter was seriously thinking about going to his Uncle Clint's room and asking if he could sleep in there since it was the farthest room from his parents. He sat in bed for a few more minutes, listening to the banging sounds and his Mom's cries of 'Tony! Gosh, you feel so good!'. Peter actually snorted at that. His Mom didn't even cuss during sex. Big shocker there. He heard his Mom say, 'Tony, maybe we should be quieter. We don't want to wake Peter.'. Peter already knew his Dad's response. That was just to make Steve moan louder and more often. Peter finally just grabbed his pillow and blanket and curled up in the corner of his room. Clint wouldn't share, Natasha was scary, Bruce slept in the lab (seriously, the man had a bed and everything down there.), Thor was probably fucking Jane. So, he did the only thing he could possibly think of to get his parents to stop. He turned on the waterworks and started sobbing loudly. That seemed to stop the noise and he could hear his Mom freaking out. He could almost picture him throwing his pajamas on and telling Dad they would finish this later. A few seconds later, Steve was in Peter's room, cradling him and shushing him. Peter had to admit, it was embarrassing to have his Mom rocking him back to sleep like he was a toddler, but if he could sleep peacefully for the rest of the night, it was well worth it.

"Are you okay, Sweetie? Did you have a bad dream? Did Dad and I wake you up? I'm sorry, Peter." Steve cooed, kissing Peter's forehead gently.

"I'm okay, Mom. I was just scared." Peter said, hoping Steve would leave it at that and leave him to go to sleep. He did not want a repeat of last week when he had fallen out of bed. Steve really did try too hard to be a good parent.

"It's okay to be scared, Petey. We're right next door. Is there something I can do to help you go back to sleep? Do you want some warm milk?"

"No, Mom. I'm fine. I'm not a baby."

"Right. Well, uh, good night."

"Good night, Mom."

Steve kissed Peter's hair and Peter pushed him away slightly. Steve frowned but walked out and closed the door behind him. Steve headed back to his room and got back in bed. Tony smiled at him and nipped at his lips, but stopped after he realized that Steve was upset. Tony pulled Steve close and cuddled him.

"What's wrong, babe?" Tony asked.

"Peter doesn't need me anymore, Tony." Steve sniffled.

"Sure he does, he just doesn't need you to hold his hand all the time anymore."

"I miss having a baby, Tony. I miss being relied on all the time for everything."

"Well, why don't we try to make a baby?"

"Because I don't want a robot named BAB1, Tony. I already have DUMMY and BUTTERFINGERS who need my attention."

"You know what I mean, Steve. I mean why don't we try to get that super-soldier tummy of yours filled with a baby?"

"You think we could, Tony? I mean, I know I can, but do you want another baby?"

"Of course I want another baby. I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't."

"Well, maybe we could start now? I wouldn't mind another round of sex tonight."

"Get on your hands and knees. God, I love you."

"I love you, too, Tony."

Peter groaned. So much for that idea. He guessed he'd just have to live with having to listen to his Dad fuck his Mom's brains out. He would have to remember to invest in some earplugs tomorrow.