"Peter! Come on! You're going to be late!" Tony called into his son's room.
"Coming Daddy!"
"Oh…Tony…do we really have to send him to kindergarten? You said you were thinking about homeschooling him…How about that?" Steve questioned, peeking over Tony's shoulder at Peter who was rushing around, putting things in his book bag. Tony smirked at him.
"Yes, I did say that, but you insisted that he have as normal a life as possible. Which meant no homeschooling by a group of superheroes." Tony sighed, spinning around. "Steve, chill out like you're frozen in ice for seventy years." Steve scowled, "Peter is gonna be fine."
"I'm ready!" Peter came running out of him room, sliding to a halt mere inches from running into Tony's legs. He had his custom-picked red and black backpack filled with toys and crayons and other kindergartener things. While Steve was freaking out, much to Tony's amusement, Peter could not be more excited for his first day of school.
"Do you have your lunch?" Steve questioned. Peter rolled his eyes and Tony snickered.
"Yes Pop." Peter sighed. Steve sighed, patting his hair down.
"Do you have your crayons?" Steve asked. Peter nodded, sighing again.
"Do you-"
"Yes! Poppy! I have everything!" Peter whined. Steve frowned, and Tony pat his shoulder. "We're going to be late if we don't leave soon." Peter wrapped his arms around Steve's legs. "Poppy, I'll be fine. It will be fun!" Peter assured him.
"And you'll tell me if anyone bullies you? Or gives you trouble of any kind?" Steve lifted him easily into his arms. Peter nodded.
"Yes Pop." Peter promised. Tony grinned at him over Steve's shoulder, sensing his annoyance.
"Your Pop's just worried about you buddy. But don't worry, I'll make sure he's okay." Tony promised and Peter grinned at him. "Now come on, let's get going." Tony took him from Steve's arms. "Come on Pop." Tony called over his shoulder.
"Be careful Peter."
"Make friends."
"Tell me if anything goes wrong."
"God! Steve! He's going to kindergarten! He'll be fine!"
"Steve, he'll be fine. Remember who is teacher is?" Tony smirked, "Miss Rushmore, the new kindergarten teacher?"
Steve smiled slightly, but the worry was still in his face.
It's almost like he had a sixth sense about it.
R & R.