Steve always wanted a family.

Watching Peter grow up, get his first chemistry set, build his first robot, attempt to play soccer and giving it up for chess instead. Watching Peter become Spider Man. Seeing him battle the bad guys and clean up the streets. Peter may not have started out as his son, but there was nothing that could keep Steve away from his boy.

Now at 16, Peter was sure to be the next Tony Stark. He had graduated high school and was now in a private academy for gifted minds while he decided which college he wanted to attend. Steve might not have baseball games to go to or dances to drive him to, but Peter was his pride and joy.

Being in the Avengers did not make being a parent any easier. After the whole Ultron incident three years ago, life was still hectic for this super family. Tony had decided being a part of the avengers was a side job and was focusing on SI, Steve had a new team to get together.

Tonight in particular, it was the first time in two weeks Steve had time to come home. Peter had rushed down the stairs from his own lab/library loft above the main living room. He tackled his father with a hug. Peter looked up at his dad, speechless and excited. "I thought you weren't coming until next week."

Steve chuckled at his son's excitement, gave him a gentle squeeze and pulled away to wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Well, I think Vision has it handled. I wanted to come home and eat dinner with my family." Steve glanced back behind him. "Oh and I brought some guests. If your dad asks tell him they followed me here, he hates it when I bring people without asking."

Natasha, Sam, Rhodey, and Wanda enter the front threshold. All looking a bit disheveled and unclean. "Hey short stuff." Sam ruffles Peter's hair fondly. "Are we welcome to use the showers?" He then asks Steve.

Steve nods with a chuckle and points toward the door to the left wing, the guest wing. "You guys know where to go."

Sam pats Steve's shoulder as he passes, Nat gives Peter a smile. "Hey Pete, still working on that scissor kick?"

"Without you? I'm awful at coaching myself." Peter laughs brightly. Natasha dips to kiss his cheek and follows after Sam to the showers. "Hey Rhodey."

"Hey kid, where's your old man at?" Rhodey looks around the foyer. "He's usually here all the time now."

"He's at the tower, he said he needed to work on something with Pepper."

Steve cocks a brow at his son. "Pepper?"

Wanda rounds Rhodey and smiles at the father son duo. "Calm down Cap, You're the only one for ."

"That's ." Tony's voice comes from the hall to the kitchen, where he came in through the garage door. "Just don't ask me to wear a sweater and sit in front of a train set." He glances at the group gathered in his foyer. "And what are you all doing in my house?" He gestures to the four of them. "Well aside from the people who live here."

"Got out of a mission early. Vision will be here later, they are staying for dinner." Steve tells Tony with his "Be friendly" face.

"What makes you think I'll cook for them?"

"Dad you can't cook." Peter says offhandedly.

Tony scrubs a hand down his face and sighs. "Yeah yeah. Go and get cleaned up, Peter can you give your dad and I a minute."

Peter nods, gives his returned father another hug before trailing after the avengers, ready to hear battle stories. Steve gazes after him with a proud grin on his face. That's his boy.

"Ya'know calling is always nice." Tony says, drawing Steve's attention away from the now closed door.

He takes a deep breath and looks back to his husband. Tony's got on a freshly pressed suit but there's sweat on his brow and grease stains on his fingers, he looks as if he hasn't shaved since Steve left two weeks ago. He'd been in the workshop all day, tugging on a suit to go talk to Pep. "You know how much I like to surprise you."

Tony shakes his head with a small smile. "You know how much I hate being surprised."

Steve laughs. "No that's a real lie. Come 'ere." He holds his arms open for Tony.

Tony doesn't hesitate the chance to snuggle himself up against Steve's hard chest. The captain America suit is filthy with caked on dirt and grime, it rubs off on Tony's designer suit but he only holds closer to Steve. "I've missed you so damn much."

"It was just two weeks." Steve says as if it's a comfort. Which they both know doesn't really apply to them. A day without a phone call could mean the other is dead, mere days apart was torture. Not being able to keep tabs on each other during a battle. It almost made Tony want to rejoin the avengers. But he couldn't do that to Peter.

"Shut up." Tony laughed against chest.

"Shutting up." Steve takes Tony's chin in his right hand and pulls his face up to his own. "I missed you too."