Prompt: Snow

When Tony woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he was a lot colder than usual. It wasn't that the temperature of the room was any different; Tony had instructed JARVIS to keep the house at a perfect 70 degrees, and the AI never faltered, Tony made sure of that.

Tony shifted slightly, pressing the side of his face into the mattress. He stretched his arms, noting that he wouldn't be able to do such a thing had Steve been asleep next to him, briefly wondering if the absence of his husband was the reason for his sudden chill. The super soldier radiated heat like a furnace, and most mornings Tony found himself pressed up against his chest, relishing in the warmth. Tony dismissed this theory quickly though, because on the days he did wake up alone, usually due to Steve being an earlier riser by nature, (and a fully functioning human being in the morning), Tony was never this cold, never shivered this hard.

Before Tony could bury himself back into the heavy comforter that was currently twisted around his waist, he felt an icy gust of wind assault his exposed skin. That was strange. He rolled over onto his side, facing the direction of the mystery breeze. Tony cracked open an eye, squinting at the sudden light that attacked his senses.

"Steve?" He called out to an empty room, gingerly opening his other eye. After the sleep cleared from his vision, Tony immediately noticed that the door to the attached balcony was slightly ajar. Well, that explained the cold. And where Steve was, probably.

Tony swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, nearly tripping over his own feet. He'd never been very agile without at least one cup of coffee in him. He quietly padded over to the glass door, pushing it open so he could fit through. Tony's teeth involuntarily chattered as his bare feet connected with ice cold concrete, and for a second he wished that he had had the sense to put on socks. A sweatshirt too, he thought, as a few large snowflakes landed on his forehead and bare arms.

"You're up early." Steve said, not bothering to turn around, and Tony couldn't really blame him. The blond had his elbows propped up on the edge of the balcony, gazing out at the city, a great view on a normal day. On this particular morning, the entire city was coated in a thick layer of snow that had been falling since the night before, and even Tony had to admit that everything looked gorgeous.

"Someone left the door open." Tony accused playfully, leaning on the railing and staring down at the recently plowed streets. "I was freezing."

"Sorry," Steve replied, moving over so he could drape himself over Tony, wrapping his arms around his waist, and resting his chin on Tony's shoulder. "but isn't it beautiful up here?"
Tony moved so that his cheek was pressed against Steve's, glancing up to meet Steve's eyes.

"I like what I'm seeing right now" Tony mused. Steve grinned and flipped Tony around so his back was pressed into the cold steel railing.

"You're quite the sight as well, Mr. Stark." Steve smirked, leaning over to place a light, but definitely not chaste, kiss to Tony's neck. "But you seem a little cold. How do you feel about going inside and letting me warm you up?" Steve all but growled into Tony's ear. Tony liked where this was going.

"Whatever you think is best for my health, Captain. You're the boss." It was for sure going to be a good morning. Steve grabbed the sides of Tony's face, about to pull him in for what he was sure would be a mind-numbing kiss when the door to their bedroom burst open, slamming shut again as tiny legs sprinted in. And the day had been off to such a good start.

"Dad? Pops?" Peter yelled. "Where are you guys?" He asked, obviously not noticing the still wide open glass door.

Tony groaned at the loss of contact as Steve stepped back. "We're out here Peter." he called inside, standing up a little straighter and sliding an arm around Tony's shoulder.

"I would never have agreed to have a kid if I'd known I'd get cock-blocked every five seconds." Tony grumbled just loud enough for Steve to hear. The blonde rolled his eyes, but he seemed amused, and Tony knew Steve couldn't have been happy about the little shit interrupting their "alone time".

"You know, you kind of cock-block yourself when you say things like that." Steve said into Tony's ear, no real bite behind his words. Tony wasn't even worried about Steve withholding sex, (been there, done that, ended badly for everyone) he was more concerned that it wasn't going to happen now. So he sighed, and dropped his head onto his husband's shoulder.

"I know." He placed a light kiss on Steve's collarbone. "But can you really blame me? I mean, look at yourself. You're gorgeous, babe."

Steve laughed a little, and placed a kiss on the top of his head. "You can have me later. Right now, we have a son in the next room who really doesn't need to see what you're thinking about right now."

Tony cringed a little bit at the idea, and moved towards the door. "Well, now you've ruined the mood."

Steve smiled as he brushed past him and into the bedroom. "That was the point."

Closing the door behind himself, Tony followed Steve into the room, muttering under his breath about the cold and noble husbands and boner killing sons. Inside, his husband was already next to Peter, sweeping the young boy into his arms and lightly tossing him onto the bed. Tony took his cue and met the two of them, joining in with Steve to tickle the laughing child beneath them.

The pair collapsed beside each other when Peter decided to fight back, trying like most children to tickle his dads, his uncoordinated fingers failing to result in much of a genuine reaction. To keep the jovial mood of the morning, they both reduced themselves to exaggerated giggles, though Peter seemed unable to tell the difference. Once the boy tired of his game, he sat atop Steve's chest, feet in his Pops's face. He gave both of his parents a toothy smile.

"Guess what?"

"What?" Steve smiled lovingly at the boy.

"School called."

"Oh yeah? And what did school say?"

Peter bounced a little in his excitement, causing a slight "oof" from Steve at the unexpected pressure on his lungs. "We got a snow day!"

"Really? That's great news, bud!" Steve's smile grew. "Does that mean we get to spend all day together?"

Peter's face seemed like it might split if he grinned any wider. "Yeah! And we can play in the snow, and drink hot cocoa, and watch movies, and play in the snow, and color, and play in the snow, and EEE!"

The child's seemingly unending stream of words was cut off as Steve reached up and tickled the bottom of his foot, sending both of them into giggles again. Tony smiled at the simple interaction between his two favorite people. For all that he bitched about Peter interrupting the minimal time he and Steve got to spend together as a couple, he wouldn't trade the time he got to spend with his family for anything.

"Alright, boys, settle down." Tony called over the boisterous laughs. "As fun as this is, if Peter wants to make the most of this snow day, we all need to go get dressed."

Peter pouted, but slid down off the bed and walked to the door. "Daddy, can you come help me pick out my clothes?"

Tony smiled. "Sure, bud. You head on up, and I'll get dressed real fast."

When Peter didn't move, Tony walked to the door and ruffled his hair. "I'll be right up, okay?"

The boy smiled, and ran toward his room. Tony turned, and caught the look that Steve was giving him.

"What?"

Steve walked over slowly, resting his forehead against Tony's with a smile smirk. "Just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you, too." Tony leaned up and pressed a passionate kiss to Steve's lips. Both men were breathless when they pulled away. "I just promised our son that I'd meet him upstairs in a minute."

"How long does it usually take for him to get impatient and come back down?"

"Four minutes or so?"

"I can do that."