(So to take a break from my other Steve/Tony fic, I've decided to start a Superfamily one! Because what else will I do with my summer haha…anyway –shamelessly advertises- HERES MAH TUMBLAR it's pretty…yeah I don't know but here it is so FOLLOW IF YOU WANT TO .com)

The sun rose on a brisk Saturday morning. The birds were chirping, the sky was a faded pink and blue, and Peter was fast asleep in his bed deep under the covers. What Peter didn't know was that this was to be a very interesting morning, for it was 8 am and he heard someone calling for him. He groaned and rolled over when he heard the call grow louder. Creaks approached his door, and then a rather loud knock.

"Peter get up! I've called you twice already!"

Peter turned his body back over to face the door. He peeked from under his covers to see his father, Steve Rogers, giving him a questionable look. He mumbled something but his voice was so horse that it just sounded like another moan.

"What was the Pete?"

Peter lifted the covers off of his body and slowly sat himself up. His head turned to look at his alarm clock then back to his father.

"I said it's too early….it's 8:05. I mean, isn't it Saturday?"

"Well first of all it's not that early and second I'm waking you up so you can help me make breakfast."

Peter sighed and laid back down on his bed, resting his eyes.

"I was up all night improving my web shooters, please let me sleep for another, I don't know…3 hours!"

"But you and your father just spend all day working on some sort of science projects while I spend hours tidying the house, preparing meals, and cleaning the debris from your explosion. I think it's about time you help me for once."

"Why not get dad to do it?"

"Because I have another job for him later."

Peter sat then stood up from his bed. His PJ's were wrinkly, his hair a big mess, and for some reason he had a tiny bit of web on his cheek. He walked out of his room, Steve following him, and walked down the hall then the stairs into the kitchen area.

"Dad should really invent his own butler. Maybe I could help him."

"Peter I thought you'd be happy to help."

"Well I am, just not this early."

Peter looked around and scratched his head. Steve scoffed and gave him a look.

"You don't even know where the pans are do you?"

"I do I just uh, forgot. "

Steve rolled his eyes and got them from the cabinet. He placed two on the stove and turned it on so that they would heat up.

"Now get some eggs from the fridge. "

Peter yawned and opened up the fridge when a thought occurred to him. He closed the fridge then opened up the freezer.

"Aha!"

Peter reached down to pull out a box of Eggo waffles.

"These, let's have these."

"We're not just having those Pete, you eat those before you go to school since they're quick to make. We have more time since it's a weekend to make an actual breakfast!"

"But…these are so good~"

Peter puts the box up to his cheeks and makes the cutest puppy dog face that he could ever form with his eyes.

"Pleeeeease?"

Steve tilted his head at Peter and sighed,.

"…fine. But we're still making eggs and bacon, got it?"

"Yes sir."

Peter opens the fridge back up and gets out three eggs and the packet of bacon as well. He hands the bacon to Steve while he cracks the eggs one at a time on one of the pans.

"Heh, it's funny how that face still works on you Pops."

"…What was that?"

"Oh uh, nothing."

While Peter and Steve prepare breakfast, Tony lazily walks down the steps almost tumbling forward. His eyes red and his posture poor he sits down at the kitchen table and puts his head down. Peter, while scooping the eggs off the pan, turns and notices his dad's wooziness.

"Dad, uh, you alright there?"

Tony lifts himself up and leans back, blinking rapidly.

"Oh yeah I'm just fine."

Steve, staring down at the sizzling bacon, responds in a cold tone.

"Your father's hungover."

Peter chuckles and looks back to Tony.

"Heh, really dad?"

Tony rubs his face and checks his arc reactor to make sure it's still in place.

"That may or may not be true. See your pop's just mad because I paid more attention to alcohol last night then I did him. And I apologize for that."

Steve said nothing and put the bacon onto a plate while also grabbing the egg platter to bring to the table. Peter saw the look on Steve's face and looked over to Tony as if to warn him that things would be a little bitter this morning. Steve merely sat down and took a bite out of a piece of bacon, ignoring Tony completely.

"Steve come on, yesterday was a long day, I even offered you a martini but you declined it so I took it for myself. You can't seriously be mad at me for being hungover. I mean this isn't the first time. Hell, I've been worse."

"That's not the point Tony! I'm tired of seeing you like this! And in bed all you want to do is….well you know, and it's because you're drunk!"

Peter cleared his throat and dug at his eggs.

"Okay, didn't need to know that…"

"Well Steve I'm sorry that it bothers you, if it makes you feel better I'll lay off the alcohol for a bit."

"Oh, ha ha, like you'll actually do that!"

"Yeah, this isn't going anywhere. "

"Well then what do you want me to do Steve?"

"I want you to think about me and Peter for once!"

"I'm always thinking about you two!"

Peter had had enough of this ridiculous fighting. Back and forth and back and forth when he could only ever cut in when there was the tiniest of pauses. He stood up and slammed his hands on the table.

"Shut up! Just shut up! I'd rather be probed by an alien then listen to you too argue like this. Well, maybe I lied about the alien thing but you get my point. So dad gets drunk every once in a while, so yeah it gets annoying when he just babbles but it's not like it's every day! And Pops I…I get it he's a lazy bum sometimes, so am I but, he loves you and he's not getting high off of life on purpose. You just sound like an angry mom so much…"

Steve and Tony look up at Peter then too themselves. They share a stare for no longer then five seconds then look back down at their food.

Peter rubs a hand through his hair and awkwardly coughs.

"So um, I'm just uh, going to make those Waffles now. Heh….Leggo my eggo….or whatever."

And with that, it had been a half an hour of family dispute.