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Summary: This is a superfamily fic, where Tony and Steve adopt a baby named Peter. Every chapter is another failed attempt at sex... Peter interrupting each time.

Warning: M for sexual situations and offensive language.

Author's Note: This chapter has a bit more of a choppy sentence structure. It will change a bit as the story progresses. Let me know what you think, reviews encourage me, and criticism makes me a better writer :)

Prolog/first chapter

Steve was, if anything else, a simple man. He didn't' need the extravagance of his relatively new lifestyle. I fact, he didn't really want it. He was perfectly content in his "crappy" little apartment. But here he was, in the tower of one Tony Stark.

Now, if one was to look at Steve (objectively of course), one could easily make a list of his characteristics. He was large, brave, strong, loyal, sensitive- a gentleman. But there was one thing he could tell you he wasn't. Gay. Nope. Steve Rogers was no fag. He could tell you if he wanted to.

Yet, here he was- sitting in the living room of one Tony Stark, reading the paper (that indirectly belonged to said Tony Stark). But that doesn't make one a fag, it doesn't. Plenty of friends live together, and no self-respecting man doesn't read the paper.

But then there was no paper. There were work calloused hands prying it from Steve, and chapped lips on his.

Now this didn't make Steve a fag, no, plenty of men have their girlfriends come over, and plenty of men kiss their girlfriend. Plenty of me let their girlfriends ease them onto their back. That certainly did not make Steve a fag.

But maybe it was because the "girlfriend" pushing him down and kissing him senseless was one Tony Stark. And maybe Tony was short for Anthony. And maybe that's definitely a man's name. And maybe that made him a man. But that did not make Steve a fag.

Then Steve's arms wrapped around neck and pulled him closer. Steve was enjoying himself. Maybe, maybe that made Steve a fag. Maybe he loved the man above him. Loved him for everything from his stupid jokes to the bags under his eyes.

Maybe Steve remembered that he was ok with being a fag. Maybe he remembered that he should be saying "gay", since "fag" hurt his feelings too. Maybe he was adjusting to this big house, his limp the morning after, and the man above him, kissing him senseless.

He should have been happy with this situation. He should have been content to just be with the person he loved… but he wasn't. Steve couldn't help it. There was something missing. He knew what it was… but would Tony understand? Steve NEEDED to be a family man. He was designed to be a family man. He was designed to serve his country, and raise a few boyscouts and girlscouts along the way. Being a f-gay, changed that situation.

"Tony. I want kids!" Crap. Now it was out there… Maybe Tony would understand.

Maybe Tony really couldn't understand. Maybe he hit his head and forgot who he was… because a week went by without Tony emerging from his lab… but when he did, he agreed to an adoption.

Maybe Steve had been asleep the whole time. Maybe none of this was real. Maybe he went crazy because after a few months of paperwork and hell, they were getting a baby.

A little boy in fact. Peter Parker. Peter Parker. Steve couldn't stop saying it. It was addictive. He was getting a baby. He was going to have a family. A perfect family- well, his perfect family.

Tony sat, rigid as they signed their final papers. He couldn't believe he had agreed to this insanity. He had just wanted it too badly for Tony to deny him. He tried to. He really did, but he just couldn't.

Steve squeezed his hand, shocking him back into reality. This was a good thing. This was going to be a good thing. The look on Steve's face proved that to him. He just knew.

The rest of the day was a blur for both of them, full of confusion, happiness, and fear.

And then they were in the car, on their way home with the new baby, cradled in Steve's protective arms. Tony could feel himself losing his patience, and his nerve. Steve just kept repeating the child's name, in complete awe. He repeated it, repeated their names, then repeated the cycle. It was nerve wracking. This was real. They had a kid. A living, breathing, child. This was happening.

"Can you stop that?!" Tony snapped, overwhelmed and annoyed. Which, of course, set Peter off into another crying fit. Steve shot his boyfriend a glare, rocking the infant to calm him down.

After a lot of fuss, a feeding, and two hours of Telly-Tubies, their first night with Peter was over.

A few hectic days passed, and Tony could swear he was in hell. The end of the week rolled in, and Tony was, as usual, locked in his lab, avoiding the baby.

A knock on the door jolted him out of his work.

"Tony? Can I come in?"

"Do you have the baby?" Tony was not about to let that thing in his lab.

"No."

"Fine." With the okay, Steve stepped into the room.

Tony turned back to work, knowing Steve was going to tell him to spend time with the kid. He braced himself for the shouting that never came. Instead, hands rested on his shoulders, kneading out all of the tension and stress.

Tony relaxed almost instantly, leaning into the touch. It had only been a week, but he could swear he had forgotten what Steve's touch felt like. He tilted his head a bit at the feeling of lips on his neck. "Steve..."

"Sorry baby, I've been too busy to pay a lot of attention to you. Were you lonely?"

Tony murmured his agreement and tangled a hand in Steve's hair, holding him against his neck.

"I'll take care of you now, don't worry." Tony was pleased to say the least, if wasn't everyday Steve took charge. He leaned his head back onto the blonde as a hand slipped into his pants, coaxing him to life. Tony groaned, bucking into his hand. It was nearly as satisfying when he was using his own hand (no matter how much more skilled it is).

And that's when it happened.

The baby monitor.

The fucking baby monitor.

The.

Fucking.

Baby.

Monitor.

Peter was crying again.

Steve cursed softly. "I'm sorry Tony, I have to..." And with that, he guiltily went to calm down Peter.

If Tony thought he was in hell before... he was really in for it.

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