Tony stood staring over the edge of the tower building roof. Not only did the tower hang above half the city, but it was also very windy this evening. He glanced at the young boy beside him before making sure that his parachute was tightly secured with buckles and straps.

"You really think you can do this?" The seven year old smirked gripping the straps of the backpack chute grinning.

"Yup. Worked fine at forty floors. Should be fine at fifty."

"All right, let her rip son!" Tony reached over ruffling the boys caramel locks as the door to the roof slammed open.

"TONY!" Steve shouted wide eyed and horrified.

"Better jump now or dad's going to stop you." Tony gave Peter a gentle shove.

"Got it!" Peter replied running for the edge of the roof.

"TONY! PETER NO! STOP!" Steve sprinted for the edge of the roof heaving in a breath. He pushed past Tony as Peter leapt from the roof edge screaming triumphantly. He dropped. His body fell like a lead weight. Steve screamed shaking.

"Oh good lord worry wart, calm down." Tony said rubbing his back. "He's got this." He said proudly.

"You've killed our son!" Steve shouted grabbing a hold of the front of Tony's shirt.

"WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!" came a cry from the next building over.

Steve and Tony's heads both whipped in that direction as Peter went swinging on webs between two office buildings to the right. The grip Steve had on Tony's shirt intensified as the soldier pulled him forward slightly.

"When our son is back inside our home safely…" he glared at Tony his eye almost twitching, "I will kill you."

"I gave him a parachute just in case." Tony put his hands up apologetically.

"Inside. Now!" Steve demanded pointing to the door. Tony sighed and called out to Peter as he swung between buildings.

"Yeah Yeah Capsicle. I'm going. Want some wine with dinner?" he grinned pausing at the door.

"GO!" Steve snapped.

(Later that night)

Tony curled up in bed shifting his legs so that Peter could sit comfortably with him. He adjusted the boys head and wrapped his arms around his front holding a book in within eye level. Peter loved this book. He loved reading about Captain America. Tony flipped to the page where Captain America hiked through the woods with his best friend Bucky Barnes to fight the evil Nazis. Tony made sure to raise his pitch of voice as he spoke giving Steve a more heroic light. Peter giggled touching a finger to the page pointing to his father.

"My father is a superhero." Tony nodded.

"That's Uncle Bucky." He tapped the other picture. Tony nodded again.

"Where are you dad?" he tilted his head turning it to look back up at him.

"Your dad didn't have the pleasure of my gracing his life yet sport." He chuckled.

"Oh yes, please tell him how you saved my life." Steve laughed from the doorway to Peter's room. Tony smiled up at his other half affectionately before patting the bed beside the two of them. Steve shook his head walking in to sit beside them. Tony wrapped an arm over his shoulder pulling him closer.

"You see Peter, Your father is an absolute good natured idiot." Steve made a face eyeing Tony agitated. "He needed me to help him understand how the real world worked."

"And your other father here needed me to show him how to stop making horrible decisions that put the world in grave danger." Steve snorted eyeing Tony. Peter looked between his two fathers making a face.

"Dad's evil?" Peter asked giving Tony a slightly horrified look. Steve sucked in a breath shaking his head.

"No. No. Peter," Steve suddenly grinned, "He's just stupid."

"Oh ow." Tony clutched at his chest. "That…hurt…so…bad…can't go on…need…tickles!" he said suddenly running his fingers over Peters sides. The little boy burst out laughing kicking and twisting in Tony's grip. Steve smirked getting up as Tony began their nightly ritual of tickles and then sleep.

"I'm going to clean up the kitchen. Have fun boys." Steve made for the hallway leaving them alone.

When Tony had finally wrangled the tony child off the wall by the window, his favorite to climb recently, he'd tucked him into bed. He'd turned on the small Hulk lamp beside the boy's bed before coming out to find Steve. He stayed still for a moment watching as the blonde moved about the kitchen putting various things away; a towel in a drawer after drying his hands, a spook in the sink that would need washed in the morning. Tony smiled. He was a lucky guy.

"Is Nat coming over to watch Peter tomorrow?" his hip rested against the frame as he spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest, glowing beneath his shirt, waiting for Steve to answer.

"Clint will pick him up from school and take him to soccer. Natasha will get him and bring him home. She said something about Bucky bringing movies and pizza over. We have the day off." He started walking over to meet Tony near the mouth of the hallway.

"You sure you want Bucky picking out movies for our child to watch?" Tony raised an eyebrow unsure.

"He's not going to traumatize Peter." Steve chuckled touching Tony's arm.

"Do you not remember the last time we let Bucky take him for ice cream? Peter ended up trying to stab someone with the cone…because they were creepy and Bucky told him it was self-defense…" Tony clarified. Steve leaned forward closer to Tony.

"It's alright if he learns some things to defend himself. Bucky stopped him. I think he'll be fine. Besides, Natasha will be there to keep them grounded."

"Really? We're relying on a deadly assassin spy to keep a brainwashed assassin and our web shooting son grounded and safe?" Steve rolled his eyes.

"You worry too much." Tony could feel Steve's breath against his face.

"Says the man who about shit himself when our son used his powers this afternoon."

"He jumped off a roof Tony." Steve said pointedly looking down to meet the man's eyes. "Because his father told him it was ok."

"He has to practice sometime you know." Tony shot back smirking.

"I told you I was going to kill you later for that." Tony's grin got wider at Steve's words.

"You always say that."

"I meant it. Start running Stark." Steve eyed him.

"To the bedroom?" Tony laughed hesitantly.

"Only if you want blood stains there." Tony grimaced.

"One…two…"

"Oh come on!" Tony said backing up.

"Three." Steve said laughing and he launched himself at Tony. The poor man was barely able to react before the soldier wrestled him to the floor.

"STEVE!" Tony shouted struggling. "STOP!"