Characters: Tony, Peter, and a small Steve part.
Rating: K
Peter's age: Six months.
Superhusbands.
Tony Stark's lean body lay strewn across the expansive couch, the glare of a muted infomercial the only light in the room. His mind was fuzzy for a moment before he felt a warm weight lying across his chest and stomach. His son.
At only six months old, Peter Parker Rogers-Stark had a full head of dark hair that flipped at the ends and an appetite that could put Thor to shame. Tony pressed his baby to him gently, enjoying the feel of the sleeping infant's rising and lowering chest as he breathed. He thought back to the night he and Steve decided to adopt a baby.
"I want a kid, Captain."
"...You do realize we're both men right?"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"I understand that reference! But I don't understand where you're going with this."
"Let's adopt."
"Adopt?"
"Adopt."
"Do you really want a baby, Tony?"
"As long as I have you, yes."
"Then we'll adopt."
Little Peter stirred slightly when the dark-haired man moved into a sitting position, still cradling the baby in his arms. Tony made a soft 'shh' noise, comforting his son before standing up with the intent to put Peter in his nursery and go back to his husband. But he couldn't. The baby was just too damn cute, especially when his little mouth formed into a yawn.
Instead the Iron Man gingerly sat in the old rocker Steve insisted they buy. The pale blue and mint colors of the nursery brought a smile to Tony's face that he reserved for his family only: a smile of true happiness. Peter's name was painted on the wall above his crib in an elegant script by one of Tony's favorite robots. The name was surrounded by various pictures of the Avengers and animals, even including a couple of Agent Coulson.
The bearded man leaned into the chair and swayed gently, his son still held against him, and began to hum "Fade to Black." He was almost to the end when he heard a soft laughter and stopped rocking. After opening an eye, he saw Steve, clad in only pajama pants, with a large smile on his face as he stared at his family.
"What are you doing up?" The blonde man whispered as he crossed to his son and husband.
"He's so cute. I can't put him down." Which was partly the truth, but he wouldn't admit nightmares had been the original cause.
Steve nodded, accepting that answer because he knew Tony, knew him down to the core, but didn't press the subject. He scooped the sleeping Peter from the dark-haired man's arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead before lying him down in the crib Tony had specially built. The Captain turned to face his Tony, their eyes meeting and holding in a look of fierce love.
"Let's go to bed, Tony." Steve held out a long-fingered hand, a half-smile on his face. The Iron Man took it and sent one last look to his son before following his husband to bed.