Prompt: Snuggling
Tony glanced at the digital clock beside Peter's bed as he tucked the young boy in and kissed his head. 8:42.
"Hey, you did a good job tonight buddy! There's still three minutes before bedtime."
Peter smiled triumphantly (albeit sleepily) up at Tony before turning over on his side, facing the window. Tony took this as an invitation to leave, so he walked to the door and stopped. He turned out the light and looked back at Peter. "Goodnight, Pete. Sleep tight."
Peter turned his head around slightly and replied, '"G'night, Daddy! I love you!"
Tony chuckled. "I love you too."
Closing the door behind him, Tony left the boy's room and made his way back down to the living room. As he walked through the hallway, Tony couldn't help but stop and look at the pictures on the wall. The majority were of Peter, of course, but there were quite a few of the dads, and even the other avengers. Some of Peter's better drawings had been framed and hung up beside the family portraits.
When Tony entered the living room, the only light came from the large fireplace. Outlined on the couch in front of it was the unmistakable figure of Steve. Tony smiled slightly. There was no one in this world or the next who would ever make him as happy as Steve Rogers. As though he could feel Tony thinking about him, Steve turned and looked at him over the back of the couch.
The glow from the fire framed his face and have him a gpolden halo. Tony walked just a little bit faster to the other side of the couch, where he settled comfortably next to Steve. The larger man wrapped an arm around his shoulder, giving Tony space to lean into his embrace (A/N I apologize for my unintentional rhyme). Steve leaned over and pressed a brief kiss to the top of Tony's head.
Both men sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. The only sounds they could hear were the crackle of burning wood in the fireplace and each other's steady breathing. Even the city that never sleeps seemed to have quieted down.
Tony was in the process of dozing off, his head on Steve's broad chest, when he heard (or rather felt) Steve mutter happily, "Would you look at that."
While he quite enjoyed his current position, Tony's curiosity got the better of him, and he sat up with a groan. "What are we looking at?"
Steve grinned at his sleepy husband, reaching out to grab his chin and direct his face towards the window, where a heavy snowfall had begun. While there was a great amount of snow coming down, the descent was gentle, and was beautifully illuminated by the city lights.
Tony's gaze slid from the white fluff coating the city to Steve. The larger man somehow managed to simultaneously look serene and peaceful, and have the air of an excited child at the first snow of the year. Tony suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of love for this man, this wonderful man who he had promised to spend the rest of his life with. And even though he was Tony Stark, in that moment, he had no doubt in his mind that that was a promise worth keeping.
