"Tony?" Steve asked, entering into the lab. He had his arms folded over his chest, his eyebrows knitted in concern as he looked at his husband. "Any progress?"

"What, no hello?" Tony chuckled, a sleepy, dopey smile on his face as he turned around to look at his husband.

"Sorry," Steve replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're forgiven," Tony joked, walking to the taller man. He threw his arms around his neck, forcing Steve's face to lean down closer to his so that they could kiss.

The Supersoldier pulled back after a moment, leaning his forehead against his husband's. "Any news?" he asked, his voice painfully filled with hope.

"Yeah," Tony nodded, the grin returned to his face. Steve almost squealed like a child at the news, picking the smaller man up and twirling them around excitedly.

"Where are they?" he asked, his eyes sparkling. "Are they safe? How did you find them? When can we get them back?"

"Woah, slow down there Capsicle," Tony laughed, patting the stronger man's chest as he chuckled.

"Sorry," Cap apologized again, a slight blush rising in his cheeks.

"It's fine, they're somewhere in Oregon, but now that I know that it should be much easier to find them," Tony explained, writhing around enough that he could walk back over to the screens. He pointed at a spot on the map. "They adopted a pet from a local animal shelter here, and they must have slipped up because it was the only sign of them in months."

"I'm glad for the slip-up," Steve sighed, running a hand through his short blond hair. "I'm glad for anything if it lets me get a little closer to my Peter."

"We can leave first thing in the morning," Tony smiled, glancing down at the time. He repressed a wince as it was an ungodly hour in the morning, then turned to his lover. "Why are you up this late? That's normally my thing," he chuckled, through the action caused Steve to glare at him lightly.

"I was going to tell you to come to bed because this is your thing," Steve teased, carding a hand through Tony's hair. "I just got distracted when I saw that you were trying to find Pete."

"That's normal, after all, he was your world for sixteen years," Tony hummed, pecking Steve on the cheek as he turned around to turn the screens off.

"Fourteen years, Buck and I got divorced when Pete was two," Steve mumbled, following after his husband making grabby hands at him. Tony chuckled at the action of the other man, turning around and leading them both to the pull-out bed that Pepper had forced Tony to get in his office as opposed to the tough couch he had had before.

They collapsed down onto the piece of furniture, Steve pulled one of the blankets off of the back of the couch, draping it over the both of them as they cuddled together. "So, we'll tell Buck in the first thing in the morning and then go and find Stephan and Peter and make them come home…" Steve prattled off as he slowly drifted into a steady sleep.

"That's right Capsicle," Tony mumbled, carding his hand through the silky blond locks of the other's head. Soon, the only sound in the room was the gentle breathing and snoring of the two lovers.

"Sir, I have been ordered to wake you both up by Agent Romanoff," F.R.I.D.A.Y. said, her voice ringing through the room with a slight echo.

"What does Nat want with us?" Tony groaned, rolling out of the comforting hold of his husband as he rubbed wearily at his bleary eyes.

"She said that she wishes to speak with you about your poor sleep hygiene and that Thor has made plans to come and visit the tower," the AI answered quickly, this time waking Steve out of his deep slumber. The Super Soldier moved to the other side of the pull out bed as he made a motion to get off.

"Poor sleep hygiene," Tony snorted, running a hand through his snarled black locks, trying to tame them so that he looked presentable. "Fri, start making me coffee on the communal floor," he ordered the AI.

"Right away, sir," she responded.

Steve turned to his lover, walking to the other side of the pull out bed. He grinned widely, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist as he pressed their lips together. They moved back and forth for a moment, pressing to see who was more dominant as hands roamed and explored bodies that they knew every inch of.

Tony pulled away only when he had to, his chest heaving for air. "What was that for? You haven't kissed me like that months."

"I love you," Steve smiled, choosing not to answer as he pressed their foreheads together.

"I love you," Tony answered.

"Why do you never say 'I love you, too'?" Steve asked, his voice soft and curious.

"Because it sounds insincere, like an automatic response that no one actually means," Tony shook his head, memories of his mother coming back to him.

"Oh," Steve whispered, leaning in and pressing their lips together once more in a brief kiss before F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupted them.

"Agent Romanoff would like you to know that she knows that you're up and will be coming down to get you if you don't come up in the next five minutes."

"Fine, fine," Tony groaned, letting go of his husband as he walked over to the elevator. Steve chuckled and followed after him, his hand grabbing the other man's calloused one, weaving their fingers together loosely as they walked. The trip down to the main floor was quick and filled with hushed whispers and kisses, something that they had done when they had first started dating and then again when they had gotten married, but they hadn't done it in years.

When the doors open, Natasha audibly gagged, turning away from the two of them and facing the coffee pot. "I will dump all your coffee down the sink if you don't stop," she warned.

"Don't!" Tony shrieked, rushing at the coffee pot before the woman could get to it. Steve laughed, glancing over at his ex-husband, who was pouting at the table.

"We have good news everyone!" Steve smiled, bouncing eagerly on the heels of his feet.

"Oh?" Clint asked from where he was perched on the counter.

"I found Peter and Stephan," Tony finished for his husband.

Everyone quickly began to speak at once. "Where are they?"

"How did you find them?"

"Are they okay?"

"When are we going to go bring them back?"

"Woah, calm down everybody!" Steve chuckled, moving so that he was leaning against the counter next to Tony and Clint.

"They're in Oregon, they should be okay. Steve and I were planning to go and bring them back home this morning after breakfast," Tony said after a large sip of coffee.

Everyone blew up again, throwing in their barely understandable comments before they scarfed down what food they had remaining and rushed off to get ready for the impromptu mission. Tony chuckled as he down the rest of the coffee, despite the liquid being so boiling hot. Steve leaned down, pecking his husband's cheek before he grabbed something off of the counter and stuffed it in his mouth. He then too walked off to his floor so that he could get ready to save his son.

"So you never did answer how you found them," Bucky said, her leg was bouncing up and down nervously as he spoke.

Tony quickly relayed back the information that he had told his husband the night before, not bothering to look up from his phone. "Really?" Bucky breathed, running a hand through his long brown hair. "Is there any security footage?"

"Yup," Tony nodded, pulling it up on his phone and pointing it at the other man. Bucky watched for a moment, running a hand over his facial hair.

"They're both pregnant," he stated, slightly baffled.

"What?" Steve snapped, turning to the other two men. "You didn't tell me that."

"Holy shit," Bucky muttered, running a hand through his hair again and again as he nearly slipped into a panic attack. "I'm going to be a father again and grandfather at the same time."

"So that's why they ran away," Natasha said, smirking.

"Don't pretend like you didn't already know about this," Tony snapped amusedly.

"I guess," she shrugged, her smirk growing a little wider.

"You knew and didn't tell us?" Steve asked, turning to her.

"It wasn't my place to talk about," she shrugged, running a hand through her hair to get it out of her face.

"We'll cross the pregnancy bridge when we come to it," Tony amended, turning his phone off and put his phone back in his pocket. "For now, we should focus on getting them back home and keeping them safe."