A/N: It's that time of the year again. The time of year when everyone who has me on author alert is spammed with a sudden inrush of drabbles.
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Truces for special occasions were things people did, right? That was a thing that happened sometimes during wars. Tony had looked it up.
Typically these happened at Christmas, admittedly, but he was Tony Stark. If he wanted to use the dinosaur of a cellphone Steve had sent him to organize a ceasefire in their cat and mouse games so that the whole team could watch him marry Pepper, than he could do that.
He might have to make it a destination wedding someplace that didn't have extradition treaties, but he could do that. Pepper was very understanding, and it wasn't like he couldn't afford to buy plane tickets for his guests.
The wedding went off without a hitch. They agreed that they should do it again some time. (The truce, not the wedding. One wedding was plenty.)
So on the big holidays, they had ceasefires.
Christmas. Easter. Halloween. Valentine's Day. Earth Day. Pi Day. International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
You know. The big events.
Apparently including imaginary ones, because Vision had just asked how much time off they should request for Pepper's pregnancy.
"Pepper's not pregnant."
"My apologies. I assumed you knew."
That was - That meant -
Tony sat down heavily and wondered if eighteen years was too long to ask for.
When Pepper told him it was twins, he decided it wasn't long enough.
