Author's Note: This is the beginning of what is to be an amazing, epic, SuperFamily fic. This first little snippet is just laying down a foundation.

Also, I wanted to get this adoption out of the way quick, so this is olden-time adoption. Quick, fast, not much paperwork, and generally easy. They get Peter out of there the day they meet him.

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Prologue

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Steve and Tony fell in love after the attack on New York City. It took them awhile, but they finally realized what they had been missing, and became a bonafide couple. The rest of the team was happy for them. They had been together for three blissful years when they made a mutual decision: they both wanted kids. And that's how they ended up at the NYC Central Orphanage.

"Tony, how will we know when we've found the right kid?" Steve whispered to his partner as they walked towards the playroom.

Tony looked up at the nervous super soldier. "Steve, we'll just know. It'll hit you like Mjolnir when Thor's in a bad mood."

Steve chuckled at Tony's analogy, and they entered the playroom. The kids instantly flocked around them. Kids of all sizes, shapes, colors, and ages. It was no surprise that the two men were overwhelmed. No one noticed the small boy in the corner, sitting in the worn armchair, reading. Well, no one did until Steve, of course.

Peter Parker was told often that he would never be adopted. Whilst the other kids flocked potential parents, he stayed in the lumpy old armchair, cuddling against the pillow and reading Popular Mechanics. Recently aged three years, he was the definition of child genius. When Steve and Tony entered the room, he didn't even bother to look up.

"Tony, look at that boy over there," Steve whispered to his partner quietly. Tony glanced up and saw Peter. "Is he... Reading Popular Mechanics?"

The two men grinned at each other, and moved towards the armchair.

"Hey there," Tony said quietly as he leant down beside the armchair. Peter looked up quickly, fear passing over his face. "Hi. I'm Tony. What's your name?"

Peter looked between the two men. "P-pe-er."

"Peter?" Steve questioned. Peter nodded. "I'm Steve. How old are you, sweetie?"

"T-ree," Peter said, holding up three fingers. "Ma birt-day wa a mont a-go." He was warming up to them. He held up his reading material. "Dis is mine. I read it lots."

"Do you like science, Peter?" Tony asked. Peter nodded enthusiastically. "Me too. Hey, why weren't you over with the other kids, hm?"

Peter looked sad. "Dey don't like me vewy much. Dey may fun of me an sometime take way ma books. It okay if you wanna go bat ova by dem. I can jut read moh."

"Actually, I can't think of any place I'd rather be than right here with you." Steve said. "Tony, go talk to the director. I think we've made our choice."

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Three hours later, Steve, Tony, and Peter were on their way back to Stark Tower. Tony was still fuming from the director's words. She had tried to talk them out of taking Peter until the very end. No kid deserved to be treated like that. Peter was sitting in the backseat in his new car seat, reading a copy of Time Magazine that he'd found on the seat beside him.

"He's gorgeous," Steve said as he constantly sneaked looks back at his new son. "Did Pepper and Jarvis get his room set up?"

"Just with some measly basics. We're taking the kid shopping tomorrow. Clothes, his own furniture, toys, books... Hey, maybe I could set up a little section of the lab for him. You think he'd like that?" Tony asked.

Steve smiled. Peter had fallen asleep. "Of course he would. I honestly think he would love anything we put in front of him."

Tony looked over at his love and smiled as well. "You happy, babe?"

Steve simply took his hand and kissed his knuckles. It didn't take long for them to reach Stark Tower. Tony parked in the twenty-car garage, and Steve carefully lifted a still sleeping Peter into his arms. The elevator ride up to the Stark-Rogers penthouse was not eventful.

"Oh my god," Pepper whisper-shouted when she saw him. "he's a little angel. Look at that little nose!"

Steve walked to go put Peter in bed, leaving Tony to speak to the overexcited female. "He was such a lonely little kid. He could hardly speak to Steve and I at first. Maybe meeting the rest of the gang tomorrow night will do him good."

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Peter woke up in a new place, all alone. The sheets were soft, and the blanket was thick. His shoes were missing, but he wasn't worried. He was sure that Steve and Tony, or "Pops and Daddy," had just wanted to keep dirt off the sheets. He pushed back the comforter and stretched out his lanky limbs.

It was quite an ordeal to get down from the large bed, but he finally succeeded, and padded over to the slightly open door to enter the hallway.

"Hey Peter," Steve said when the boy cautiously entered the kitchen a few minutes later. "Did you have a nice nap, baby?"

Peter nodded sleepily, padding over to where Tony was sitting at the counter. He lifted his arms up, and Tony lifted him into his lap. "Daddy, I'm hungwy," he said softly.

"How would you like some pancakes, baby?" Steve asked.

Peter smiled. "I like pancakes."

Tony kissed the boy's forehead and held him tight.

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Author's Note: Hm. Did you like it? Should I continue? Chapter one will be about shopping and meeting the team and their kids, etc etc. Would anyone like me to continue? Reviews are much appreciated, especially with feedback.