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Prompted by ohdeviantart :)
"Come on Daddy!" Peter urged, tugging roughly on the sleeve of Tony's shirt. His face was scrunched up with concentration, and Tony couldn't help up laugh at his son's urgency. When he seemed unable to move the older man, the three-year-old huffed in annoyance, dropping the hold to fold both arms across his chest and pout heavily.
"Daddy!" he whined.
"What's the rush spidey?" Tony teased.
"They might start without us," Peter insisted.
"Peter, it's my fireworks. They won't start without us," he tried to assure. The toddler just pouted even more.
Steve nudged his husband in the back gently, and gave Tony a pointed look, amused though it may have been. "You shouldn't keep the performers waiting longer than necessary," he chided, "It's not polite. And it's New Year's Eve, they probably want to spend it with their families."
"Hey, if they didn't want to work, they could have refused," Tony argued.
"As if anyone would say 'no' to Tony Stark," Steve mused.
"You did," he reminded, "It took all the weapons in my arsenal to get you to say 'yes' to that drink."
Steve dropped a kiss onto the billionaire's soft lips, lingering for a moment. "And I haven't regret it yet," he muttered under his breath.
Peter wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Gross," he complained loudly, "No kissy faces." His hand reached to Steve, having given up on his other parent, "Come on, fireworks Papa!"
Tony was only a little disappointed that Steve didn't play along with the delay - he so enjoyed teasing his son - but then the blond turned to him with a beaming smile, one hand outstretched and fingers twitching to entice him forward. Not that he needed much of it, to be honest.
They stood close to the display, at Peter's insistent, despite how many times Tony pointed out there was a perfectly good viewing box that had been especially prepared for them. The toddler practically thrummed with excitement, little body bouncing in his Papa's arms in anticipation for the main event, and when it finally began, he let out a squeal, arm raised towards the heavens as if he could catch the falling sparks.
Behind him, Tony could hear the oohs of wonder and awe of the general public, the noises of happy children and the whispers of parents, some even pointing out the Rogers-Stark family standing so close to them, but of it, it was just background noise the moment Steve's hand wrapped around his. The warmth of the palm in comparison to the winter air shocked him slightly and he jerked, head turning to face the other man.
Steve smiled at him, something warm and wide and so beautiful, that Tony couldn't help the quiver in his lips when he smiled back. Peter pressed the back of his head into his Papa's neck, his eyes not tearing away from the shapes and colours on the backdrop of the night's sky. Tony reached out to run his hand through the thick light brown mop of hair, and pressed himself closer to his family.
"Happy New Year Steve," Tony mumbled against the slightly reddened ear.
Steve tilted his head into his husband's touch. "Happy New Year," he replied, his lips brushing across the tip of Tony's nose.
"I said no kissy faces," Peter objected loudly.