The sound of a small explosion came from the kitchen making Tony and Peter wince.
"Tonyyyyy!" Steve called, his voice shaken. "I think I broke it!"
Tony chuckled under his breath, getting to his feet and heading to the kitchen to check on his husband, ruffling their son's hair on the way.
"Be right back kiddo."
Peter nodded, swinging his little legs back and forth as he sat at the table, bored. It was Easter and this year Steve decided that there would be a homemade dinner because Tony had never had one in all his years and Peter hadn't had one since he was three before his birth parents died.
Tony laughed as he saw the sight in the kitchen: the kitchen and Steve splattered with mashed potatoes and gravy and the oven in ruins.
"It's not funny." Steve pouted. "I broke it"
"Well, I guess it's a good thing that your man is a big strong scientist that can fix any of your little boo boos." Tony teased coming up and kissing his nose.
"But I'm supposed to have dinner done in an hour! And the potatoes are ruined, there was a ham in that oven and who knows what that looks like now! I haven't started the rolls and Peter's probably starving, and I just wanted to give you guys the Easter you both deserve." Steve sighed at the end, looking around at the mess in discouragement.
"Hey. It's okay. You tried and that's what matters. Now can we just go out to eat like we did last year? And the year before that? And the year before that? We can try this again next year, okay? I build you a whole undetectable kitchen and everything just for holidays. Deal?" Tony pulled the love of his life into his arms.
"But I wanted to give you a home cooked meal. We always go out to eat. Or have TV dinners. Or you hire someone to come cook for us." Steve looked down at Tony, trying not to show how upset he was but failing miserably.
"Next holiday you can try again. I'll even help next time. Promise."
"I guess..."
"I'll even wear an apron just for you. Hm? How does that sound?" Tony leaned in to Steve's ear. "A lacy apron. We can play out your little fantasy too."
Steve blushed and Tony grinned.
"Oh. Okay." Steve nodded, clearing his throat. "Next time then."
"Let's go tell Peter he get's to choose were we eat." Tony laughed, walking back out into the dinning room. They froze in their place looking at the newly made mess. Webs hanging eggs from all over the ceiling and walls, a lump of web in the middle of the table and hanging upside down in the middle of the room, Peter in his suit. They were speechless.
"I decorated for dinner!" Peter announced excitedly.
"Uh.. Very creative. 10 out of 10 for the center piece. What is that again?" Tony asked, studying the glob.
"It's a rabbit. But this web stuff isn't good at making stuff." He frowned. "But look at the eggs!" He perked up again. "Pretty Easter-y, huh?"
"Very nice. Easter eggs. Creative." Tony nodded, taking in his son's creative decorating skills.
"Peter.. Where did you get these eggs?" Steve asked, looking up at the one above his head.
"From the refrigerator." Peter shrugged.
The egg fell from the web and crashed onto Steve's face, shattering into a yolky mess. He sighed.
"That was what I was afraid of."
"Oops." Peter descended to the table and hopped down, trying not to laugh. Steve glared at Tony who wasn't even attempting to hide his laughter.
"Come on. This is egg-citing. Can't you take a yolk?" Tony cracked, making Peter laugh.
"Shut up." Steve grabbed one of the nearby hanging eggs and threw it at his head. "You're cleaning this all up. You're the one who made him that suit."