I fell in love with Stony and Superfamily. I've been shipping everything lately. I swear, Avengers was so good, I'd ship Quinjet/Stark Tower if I could. Superfamily's got me hooked at the moment. The cuteness of it! It gets me RIGHT in the feels. So, I'd like to write a few sceanarios with family Rogers-Stark. I'll make an effort to have them in some sort of order but no promises. I hope you enjoy it and review!
Life had been peaceful prior to meeting of Steven Rogers and Peter Parker. Bad guys were manageable. Even worse bad guys like the press and other gossip magazines had been mostly accepting of the relationship and marriage between the two superheroes, Tony Stark and Steven Rogers. Some feathers had been ruffled, of course, but Tony refused to give a damn. Pepper had even advised against Tony answering questions about his relationship. It was that day, for the first time ever, Tony had considered firing Pepper Potts, his most trusted friend and advisor. In response, Tony proposed to Steve that day and began planning one of the most elaborate weddings New York had ever seen despite Steve's wishes for a small, low-key ceremony.
"Only gonna do this once," Tony argued with grin. "I have to do it right."
No expense had been spared for the wedding and reception. Tony even jokingly considered stacks of money as party favors. Steve had given him a wide-eyed look until Tony raised his hands in defeat and muttered "Kidding! Kidding!...maybe."
Tony loved Steve with more passion and feeling than anyone he had ever known. No one understood him and accepted him like Steve. No one could cut past all the defensive bullshit he spewed when something was truly hurting him. He loved Steve. No matter how much hate mail he received or how often he heard about One Million Moms or other groups forbidding their kids to play with Iron Man or Captain America action figures, he would always love his Steve. (Hate mail was promptly used to light the fire when he felt like shagging Steve near the fireplace and tons of Iron Man and Captain America memorabilia were delivered to each protestor's house, courtesy of Stark Industries.)
Their relationship was far from perfect. Each day brought a new challenge. From Cap's guilt about being in love with a man to Tony's worrying fear that Steve would get bored with him and leave, each problem was dealt with in time. Of course, no problem had involved bringing a baby into their lives.
Fury had voice his (unwanted) opinion, saying that there simply wasn't enough time to take care of a child properly. Tony fought the urge to adopt the kid on the spot simply because it would piss off Fury. But he had to be rational. Tony had made several mistakes in his life but none had resulted in a child. He just couldn't do that to some poor kid. And now, to choose to be a father? Who would want that burden?
Steve did.
The kid had been found in a burning building. Normally, this was a job for the local fire department and did not require superhero skills. But this was no normal fire.
Some chemical had been spilled over town. No odor, invisible to the naked eye, and highly flammable. Buildings went up in flame in minutes. The Avengers were called in to evacuate anyone left in the building. It was a hurried job but, thankfully, most were saved.
The Parker family, sadly, did not survive the fire with the exception of one. A small child named Peter. Steve had carried the child in a small bundle out of the apartment building before it crashed behind him in a fiery blaze. The infant screeched and beat its tiny fists in outrage but this was a good sign. His lungs had not been too badly affected by the smoke. Tony still thought it was less of a good sign and more of a huge pain in the ass. Thus, he spent his attention elsewhere after guaranteeing his husband's wellbeing.
Steve went from person to person, asking if they knew who the child's parents were. Most simply shook their heads and turned away from the sight. They had lost too much to worry about the babe. It wasn't until the apartment building owner, an elderly woman, glanced at the baby and smiled softly.
"That's little Peter, that is," she murmured softly. "Cute little thing. Hardly bigger than a kitten when they brought him home. His parents…" She let out a deep sigh. "I don't suppose…"
"No, ma'm," Steve answered her. "No one seems to have seen them. Please. Do you know if he has any relatives? Anyone who can take care of him?"
She shook her head mournfully. "No one they ever spoke of."
In the end, Peter was taken from Steve's arms by a child services caretaker. He handed off the baby with great reluctance. Peter had not seemed pleased to be leaving the strong embrace of the superhero. (Later, when Steve would tell this story and add that detail, Tony would roll his eyes and mumble something about too much smoke inhalation. Tony would then be promptly and playfully be jabbed in the ribs by his husband.) Peter's crying started up again and trailed off as the caretaker walked away with him.
There was a void left behind when Steve watched the child go. Some sort of familiar feeling stirred in his heart.
It was then that he realized what he wanted in life. Something greater than saving lives and being a superhero.
He wanted a family. He wanted to be a father to someone who needed him for more than his super soldier power.
When he brought the issue up to Tony, his response had been rather lackluster.
"How 'bout I buy you a pony instead? You know, one of the cute ones. Hell, I'll get you a stable full of cute horses. You can brush their manes and feed them sugarcubes. Give them names like 'Apple Butter' an 'Sugar Muffin.' You can't do that with kids. Nope. They need proper names. Well, unless you're a celebrity. Then you can name them any damn thing you want! Which, I guess you are—"
"Tony!" Steve had interrupted his lover's rambling train of thought. "I don't want a horse."
"Pony," Tony corrected him in between sips of scotch, his voice muffled by the glass.
Steve fought back a growl of frustration and placed gripped the edge of the counter top. "Whatever!
Just—Just hear me out. Okay?"
Tony mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key before nodding at his lover.
"The kid has no family that can take him in. As far as I know, he's in foster care until they can find a family to take him but that might not happen for weeks. Maybe months. Even then, they might be overloaded on other foster kids and not able to give him the attention he needs." Steve paused and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "His parents died in the fire that almost killed him. I saved him from that fire and I can't just dump him into someone else's arms and say 'Good luck, kid!'"
He ran a hand through his blonde locks in an act of nervousness. "I-I can't explain it, Tony."
"You feel responsible for the kid," Tony said in an unusually serious tone. For the first time that night, he set down the mostly empty glass of scotch. A true sign that he was invested in the conversation and not just humoring Steve until he had gotten the super soldier naked.
"You want to make sure he grows up in a good home, surrounded by people who love him and support him. Who tell him how proud he makes them. Post good grades and poorly drawn family portraits on the fridge. That whole package, right?" He raised his brown eyes to meet Steve's blue ones.
Steve could see the internal struggles of Tony Stark. Tony's childhood had been one of privilege, he knew. Never wanting for anything money could buy but always happy to give it all away to revel in one moment of his father's approval. Steve had helped him deal with these demons. His father's neglect was one of the worse ones.
"Right," Steve said with a curt nod. He searched Tony's face for any sign of an answer. Anything that would show which way he was leaning towards.
Tony let out a "humph" before saying, "You do realize that you're a genetically modified super soldier from the 1940's and I'm a genius with enough daddy issues to make even Oprah give up on me?"
"And we're two men in love with each other. Really, adding a baby and making us a family would seal the deal on the weirdness of our relationship."
"You know, I've always felt like we've need an edge at the Weird Superheroes Convention. A baby would win us the crown for sure."
"So, you'll do it? You'll adopt Peter with me?" Steve's voice rose in anticipation of Tony's answer. He was almost certain of what it would be.
Tony twisted his mouth in mock thought and smiled. "And you're certain a pony wouldn't make you happier? I'm completely serious about-"
"TONY!"
"Yeah, yeah. We can adopt the kid. If—"He raised a finger and poked his husband's chest, "—only if he's cute. Epic amounts of cuteness. I can't be putting the Stark name on a kid that isn't top of the line, put-the-Gerber-baby-to-shame kind of kid."
Steve was so overcome with happiness that he pulled Tony into his arms and lifted him. Laughter burst from his lips before he kissed the man in his arms.
Tony kissed back with equal passion and a wicked grin. Though he'd rarely admit it, Steve's happiness meant the world to him and he'd do anything for his super soldier.
"Alright, alright. Enough of the mushy stuff. Put me down," Tony grumbled, patting his husband's bulging biceps.
Steve, his face still flushed with excitement, placed his husband back onto the ground and mumbled an apology.
"Tony," he asked in the soft, cautious voice he saved for asking Tony about something he didn't understand and was almost too embarrassed to ask. "The Weird Superheroes Convention doesn't exist, does it?"
Tony furrowed his brow in deep concern and placed his calloused hand on Steve's shoulder. "Not yet, Steve, but soon. Very soon."
"Really?!"
"Stark Industries presents…Weird Superheroes Convention 2012!" With his back to Steve, Tony raised his arms and laughed openly. "We'll have it at the same time as Comic Con and those suckers will WEEP!"
Tony could only chuckle and smile at the man before him. It was moments like these that made him realize how lucky he was to be married to Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, philanthropist, husband, and soon to be father.
Wow! This turned out differently. I had originally planned on a dark, angsty, pent up emotions. I was gonna draw it out and have lots of arguments between Steve and Tony. But I like cute fluff better. Chapter 2 will be up soon. Reviews really speed up the process! (Plus, I'm starting my third semester of grad school tomorrow. Fun.) Much love,
DD