Chapter One
It was a warm summer night when Steve brought Peter home. Tony can still remember the look he had given him; like a child who had just found a stray kitten and was begging their parents if they could keep it. Tony didn't quite know what to expect when Steve had introduced him to the nervous child who looked like he was either going to cry or make a break for the door. Although Tony had agreed without much argument, they had discussed adoption before – even if he hadn't expected it so soon after.
Peter had started off shy, intimidated even, always keeping to himself and avoiding most conversations with small replies. They knew it wasn't going to be easy; taking in a child who had lost his family.
They had managed, and now, Tony sort of misses the good old days of child peter, if only slightly.
"Peter this is the last time I am telling you to get out of bed!" Tony called though his bedroom door for the 3rd time that morning; He could have just got JARVIS to wake him up but Tony took pride in these parenting moments.
"I told you I'm awake!" peter called from the other side, sighing heavily as he pushed his covers back.
"Awake does not mean you are out of bed young man!"
"Tony, please, it's barely 7:30." Steve groaned as he made his way to Tonys' side, placing a hand on his back as if urging him to let up. "Why don't we get started on breakfast?"
Steve had always had a nice influence on Tony. He was calming and reasonable, he would become no mans' land whenever arguments started; always keeping a level head.
When peter finally stumbled into the kitchen after washing and getting dressed he was greeted with the sight of Tony and Steve firmly lip locked in the middle of the room.
Peter made as many fake gagging sounds he could to get their attention away from each other.
"Urgh, dads please. Isn't it too early for this?" Peter groaned, walking towards the counter to grab a banana. It will always be too early for parents to make out with each other in front of their kids.
"It is never too early for love, son." And that was Tony and his reasoning that only applied to himself. Then he added as an afterthought "I hope you're going to eat a proper breakfast young man."
"What? Fruit is classed as breakfast." Peter reasoned as he collected his bag from the counter, checking if he had all his necessities for the day.
"You're never going to grow up being and strong like your dads if you continue like that." Steve added, sneaking his arm around Tonys waist.
Peter didn't even reply, he shrugged and moved around the counter to give both his dads a brief hug, Tony acted indifferent as if slightly offended that his son did not take his parenting seriously. Peter then headed towards the door, calling a quick goodbye.
"You sure you don't want a ride to school?" Tony called after him.
"No thanks, I'm early anyway." Peter replied easily, high school was tough anyway without having his parents drop him off.
"Well we'll be home late, come straight home and be sure to check in with JARVIS."
Peter knew the drill, but Tony always felt the need to ram it into his head every morning.
"Yeah, okay. Bye!" And with that he was gone, leaving Steve and Tony alone again.
"So where were we..." Tony started, turning in Steves hold to face him.
"I believe you were considering putting a tracker in Peters cell phone when I said this would be too obv-" And Steve really hated how Tony shut him up, because he didn't want to stop him when morning kisses came like that, not to mention the roaming hands. But really, nobody could blame Steve in his moments of weakness, after all; it was Tony Fucking Stark.
...
It was at least noon by the time Natasha had finished her assignment, technically interrogation, she had been planning this all week only to have the idiot give up all the information within the first 10 minutes. Really, if they were this easy why did they bother sending her?
Not that she minded, in fact she was happy with the free time she had from working. It wasn't that she was getting bored of her job – it was virtually impossible – but she was trying to building her life, what with her 6 year old son and all.
And this was the reason she was now standing outside Clints' apartment, waiting for him to open the goddamn door.
"Clint! Open the door!" She shouted, getting prepared to kick it in before it swung open quickly.
"Jesus 'Tasha, must you always resort to violence?" Clint whined as he held the door open for her to enter.
"Only with you; not everybody needs to be beaten periodically." Natasha walked further into the apartment, glancing around at the array of toys and colouring books that marked the used to be tidy home. She cocked an eyebrow at the destroyed kitchen; she really wished Clint didn't try to cook. "Have fun?"
"Yeah, he was no trouble at all. You should take him to see Tony soon; he hasn't put the Iron man figure down since he got here." Clint laughed as if it was some kind of joke that nobody other than him would understand.
"I still find it relatively disturbing that you have figures of all of us." Natasha smirked, opening the living room door slightly.
"I got them for him not me!" Clint tried to explain as Natasha continued to smirk; she always knew something nobody else knew.
"Oh so the one time when I found one of them in your room was purely innocent?"
"I knew this was a bad idea."
"Calm down. It's not like you have a collection of yourself like Tony." They both laughed at that, knowing how far Tonys vain tendencies got him. At least he cooled down the ego when Steve and peter came into the picture.
They were both drawn out of their conversation from the sound of movement in the room.
"Mommy?" A small figure pulled the door fully open, a smile engraving too his face as Natasha crouched down.
"Have you been a good boy for Uncle Clint?"
"He's been nothing but good, Isn't that right Ivan?"
The small boy nodded enthusiastically, holding his arms out for a hug off his Uncle who happily obliged.
"Thank you Clint, I'll see you soon yeah? Fury said we're all in this evening so don't be late." Natasha nodded at Clint and smiled, staring at her son before righting his clothes.
"Since when have I ever been late?" Which was true, because Natasha cannot remember the last time Clint was late for a meeting.
...
Tony was late; Fury had expected it though so he purposely gave Tony a time that was at least 45 minutes before everybody else. How Steve and Tony managed to arrive at separate times they'd never know, but it happened.
Tony stumbled into the office only 17 minutes later than everybody else and was not ashamed in the slightest.
"Sit down Tony." Fury sighed, gripping the table in front of him as Tony slipped into the seat next to Steve and Thor. Distractions, distractions always arrived at the same time as tony.
"Do I need to separate you two or are you going to pay attention?" Fury had announced shortly after he started explaining their situation.
"No Mr. Fury sir, and if possible no detention either." There we're a few sniggers throughout the table from those who actually understood the joke. Fury just stared at tony a few moments longer before Tony held up his hands in surrender. "By all means, continue."
Steve sighed and shook his head, leaving a mental note to make sure tony text Peter that they were going to be later than expected.
Frankie here;
I'm going to have to stop there. Mainly because it is now 02:23am and I have college in the morning. The next chapter will be up soon considering this one is mostly to just get a feel for the characters.
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