AN: This is a very very very fluffy little Superfamily thing I wrote. Assuming that Peter is young and Steve and Tony are his adoptive dads. :) hope you like. Thank you, all of you who are following this! And if any of you have any suggestions of what you'd like to see more of, feel free to let me know.

"Shhh, Peter, it's okay, it was just a nightmare," whispered Steve, rocking back and forth in attempts to soothe the sobbing four-year-old who he held tightly to his chest. Peter buried his face in the crook of his father's neck, still whimpering.

"It's just... I dreamed that Dad never came back," Peter sniffled, eyes welling up at the memory of the dream.

Steve held him tighter, rubbing his back, smoothing his soft brown hair. Peter had been having trouble sleeping ever since Tony had left for his business trip a week ago. He was due to return home later that night. In all honesty, Steve had been having trouble sleeping since he left, too. Steve held his son tighter, rubbing his back, smoothing his soft brown hair. "No, no. I promise, Peter, Dad is never going to leave us. Never ever. He's a super hero, remember?"

Peter had stopped crying, or at least begun to stop. "Yeah... I know... And so are you, right Pops?"

"You bet I am," Steve said, kissing the side of Peter's head. "Would it make you feel better if i made you hot chocolate and we waited downstairs until Dad came home?"

Peter wiped his eyes with his tiny hands, nodding.

And so they went, down the stairs and to the kitchen, Peter clinging to his fathers hand. Steve let Peter put whatever inordinate amount of whipped cream he wanted on top of his cocoa, and they sat together on the couch, wrapped in blankets, and watched The Lion King. By the time Tony arrived back home, Peter was curled up with his head resting on Steve's lap, sucking his thumb, fast asleep.

Tony came quietly into the living room, leaning down to kiss Steve hello. "Miss me?"

"More than you can imagine. Everyone pointed out how quiet it was around here," Steve reached out and took Tony's hand, smiling up at him. "I really did miss you, though. All the time. And so did Peter," Steve mentioned, looking down at their sleeping son. Tony gently ruffled the boys hair, careful not to wake him. "Hey, big guy."

"Care to join us?" Steve cleared a spot next to him, lifting the blankets.

"You have no idea," Tony shook his head, exhausted. He carelessly began kicking off his shoes, undoing his pants, and pulling his tie loose. He continued to undress until nothing was left but his undershirt and boxers, leaving his clothes in a heap, at which point he flopped down on the couch next to Steve. Steve claimed his husbands lips in a kiss once more, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. The three of them sat there the remainder of the night, watching The Lion king until sleep claimed them, one by one. Tony was unfathomably happy to finally be home, with his family, where he belonged.