Characters: Tony, Steve, Peter, Pepper.
Rating: K
Peter's Age: Four
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"Jav'is, what time is it?" Peter's small hands clasped a chipped coffee mug with the American flag on it tightly before placing it on a tray. He then grasped the similar cup, though with a bear instead of a flag, placing it beside the other.

"10:43 in the morning, young sir," the voice responded and a woman chuckled.

A display of blueberry pancakes, bacon, and toast was on the tray as well as the two cups and a small vase with a spray of forget-me-nots.

Peter's brown eyes looked up at the blonde woman who had helped him put breakfast together bashfully, "Help me, Auntie Pep?"

"Of course, Pete," she smiled and ruffled his hair before taking the tray. "Lead the way!"

Short legs clad in fuzzy pajamas skipped and ran with excitement towards the room at the end of the hall, stopping at the door to wait for the woman. Peter knocked hesitantly, not wanting to wake his parents, but too impatient. He was too much like Tony in those ways. After a few moments he heard Steve's 'come in' and Peter's hands turn the nob, pushing open the door with the force of a hyper-active four year old. He allowed Pepper to walk into the room before he jumped atop his parent's large bed, bouncing as he moved up to cuddle in their arms.

"S'father's day!" He beamed up at his Pop and Dad, tiny teeth holding slight gaps. "Me and Pep made breakf'st!"

Pepper grinned and sat the tray at the end of the bed, excusing herself and shutting the door quietly behind her.

Tony pulled his son into his arms and held him there, the little boy calming down slightly as his father stroked the messy locks. Steve felt too many emotions at once as he took in the sight, but kept the spray of tears from leaving his eyes. He wrapped an arm around his husband and son, giving them both kisses on their heads.

"So, it's Father's Day, is it?" The blonde man eyed the coffee mug, one of the first gifts Tony ever gave him, and gingerly took it before handing Tony his cup. They sipped the warm liquid, their son nestled closely between them. After a moment the dark-haired man looked down and noticed Peter's eyes beginning to droop.

"Luff you, Daddy. Luff you, Papa." and with that he was asleep. Tony chuckled and tucked his son under the blanket before stealing a kiss from his husband.

"We should eat. It does look pretty good." Steve grinned and pulled the tray to sit on their laps.

"Happy Father's Day, Rogers."

"Happy Father's Day, babe."