A/N: This is an adorable prompt and I love it. Also, sorry it took forever. Fluffy prompts always give me plot bunnies and then they get long and yeah... ANYWAY here you go, and I have two more prompts to do after this, one PWP and another fluffy one with kittens (pun intended)
Prompt: u cn have all four on a date night. jarvis would ask questions bout it. tony bruce and steve helps him understand wht date night really means. walk in a park. u know holding hands, have a lil picnic. Feeding each other stuff like tht. the pairing cn be whoever really. ik there cliche bt i hope they help.
"A date…outside the Tower?"
"Yes, Jarvis, outside. Scary stuff I know."
The android shook his head slowly. "No, it's not that, Sir," Jarvis denied, "It's just– well, would that not cause some controversy in the media? Especially with four of us…" He glanced at each of his partners.
Tony sighed and took his hand. "You know I can just buy out an entire restaurant if I want to. It's not like anyone would see."
"Yes, but doesn't that defeat the purpose of an outdoor date?"
"Not– I didn't mean literally, J. Just outside the tower. Like when I took you out for coffee that one time?"
"Oh, was that a date?" Jarvis asked nervously. He hadn't known. Should he have been more romantic? Oh goodness, he would have bought flowers if Tony had told him!
Tony shook his head quickly and held up a hand. "No," he paused, "Well, I guess it could have– ah, no, it wasn't a date that time."
Bruce then spoke up from the couch across from them. "That's not actually a bad idea though," he said, gaining curious looks. "The outside part I mean. There's a nature preserve up north, near the Canadian border. It's open to campers, so we could stay for a few days, and there wouldn't be too many people around this time of year. I don't know maybe it's a dumb idea."
Steve reached over and looped an arm around the doctor. "It's not dumb, Bruce. Actually, I think it would be fun," he admitted, "A weekend all to ourselves."
"It does sound pleasant," Jarvis agreed.
Tony didn't really like the idea of being so far away from all his tech, but everyone else wanted to go and he never could say no to them, the little sweethearts. "Alright, you tree huggers," he teased, "I guess we've got ourselves a date with nature."
They scheduled their trip for the following week, once Tony managed to get it cleared with Pepper. He had to go to more meeting than usual that week in exchange, but since he didn't have to do any of the packing, he didn't mind as much. Bruce was put in charge of the food, as he was the official chef of the household, and Steve was tasked with acquiring all the supplies they'd need, like the tents and matches and such. This was, of course, in addition to portable phone chargers and hero-ing equipment in case of an attack. It wouldn't be the first time one of their dates got interrupted by a super villain.
They had quite a large amount of things stuffed into their car by the time they were ready to go on Friday.
"Ugh! Just– fucking– fit!"
Tony grunted as he finally got the last duffle bag into the trunk, grinning triumphantly. He quickly slammed it shut before anything could fall out and sauntered around to passengers side door. "I told you I'd help," came Steve's voice from the back seat as Tony clambered into shotgun.
"And I told you I could do it by myself, and I did! Ha! Eat it!" the genius called back to him petulantly.
Up in the driver's seat, Bruce rolled his eyes. "Always so competitive. Alright, children, is everyone ready to go? Yes? Great! Buckle up now!" He was throwing the car in drive before anyone could protest. As the only one who actually knew how to get to the nature preserve, Bruce was the designated driver for this trip.
That, and he was the only one who had enough patience to handle driving with Tony and Steve in the car for an hour straight. Those two bickered like an old married, especially when confined in such a small space, and it took a special kind of temperament not to snap. Thankfully Jarvis played mediator for him, his preferred method being kissing Tony until he forgot what he was talking about. It was quite an effective tactic to keep him happy until he nodded off about 45 minutes in.
When they finally came to the sign welcoming them to the preserve, Bruce reached over to shake the billionaire awake, earning an unhappy noise and a hand flinging back at his arm. "Tony, you're drooling," he said loudly. The other brunet shot up and smacked a hand over his mouth quickly, only to pull it back just as fast and glare at Bruce. "Not funny," he said unhappily.
"It worked, didn't it?" Bruce returned with a wide grin, the two other passengers chuckling quietly. Tony just repeated, "Not funny," huffed, and plopped his chin on his palm to stare out the window as the trees passed by.
Bruce took care of checking in on the campsites before hand, so they got through the entry point without a fuss. There were only two other groups camping in the Flora Site, and the chances of running into either in the 40 acre area were about none. After 20 minutes of driving down a gravel road, which later turned into just dirt. They came to the designated parking area soon after that.
"Looks like the other campers headed that way, so we'll go right," Bruce decided once they'd unpacked all their camping gear, throwing a heavy backpack over his shoulder. "I'd rather not have drunken teenagers stumble across us in the middle of the night."
"They probably wouldn't like that either," Tony commented, "One punch from Steve and they'd be out like a light."
"I wouldn't punch them, Tony," the soldier denied as he and Jarvis loaded up on luggage. It was only fair that the strongest group members carry the most.
"Sure would freak them out though. Huge, buff guy, middle of the woods. Sounds like an ax murderer tale if I've ever heard one."
They debated the realistically of murder movies the rest of hike to the campsite Bruce picked out. It wasn't the most pleasant background noise, but it kept Tony from having a chance to complain about the long walk. And Bruce got to talk to Jarvis for a while, discussing the new scents the blond was experiencing out here in nature. The android's reactions to new things was adorable, like a curious kitten.
Finally, they arrived at a a beaten down patch of land. It had obviously been used before, if only slightly. "Alright, lover boys, time to stop acting like an old married couple," Bruce announced loudly, dropping his pack to the ground gently, "Steve, can you bring the tents over? I'm going to need your help keeping the supports in place while I secure everything."
Once he got affirmation from the super solider, Bruce turned to Jarvis and Tony. "You two should go gather some firewood. Make sure you bring back kindling too," he instructed, then pointed at Tony, "And, J, make sure that one doesn't get lost or touch anything poisonous."
"Hey! I know what poison ivy looks like!" the engineer objected, "It has three leaves!"
All of the other men have him looks with varying degrees of incredulity. "As I said before, keep an eye on him," Bruce repeated.
Tony's following indignant cries went ignored, and Jarvis quickly pulled him away from the designated campsite and into the woods. Steve chuckled and brought the tent parts over to his scientist. "He's going to get you back for that you know," he said with a smile.
"Yeah, but I think I can handle him," Bruce replied, "A little kissing, a little touching, and it'll be water under the bridge." It wouldn't be the first time they used banter to wind each other up for some rough sex. That'd have to wait until the returned from this trip though; he wasn't having sex out in the woods. Well, maybe with some persuasion– No no no, he wasn't letting is brain spiral into that line of thought.
"Uh, anyway, let's get these set up."
Steve smirked like he knew exactly what was going on in Bruce's mind. "Sure thing, sweetheart."
By the time Tony and Jarvis returned with the firewood about half an hour later, Bruce and Steve had set up the large tent and stashed all the sleeping bags and supplies in it, excluding the food and coolers, and were busy snacking on a package of Oreos. "We got enough to last us a week," Tony said proudly, dropping his bundle of kindling down in front of the two. Jarvis followed suit, and the pile of wood thudded loudly as it hit the ground. The android had definitely been the designated pack mule.
"Do we have a place to start the fire?" Jarvis asked. Bruce nodded over to the large stone circle he'd made a couple meters from their tents. "Right there. Go ahead and pile up some of the smaller branches. I'll get the matches." The physicist grabbed his backpack and unzipped one of the smaller pockets to search for them.
They'd brought a lighter with them, three actually, but matches were a classic they just had to try first.
"Hey! While you're digging around in there, can you pass me the marshmallows?" Tony asked as he sat himself down in Steve's lap. Bruce rolled his eyes, but tossed to bag to him.
"Don't eat them all," he warned with a slight glare.
"Yeah, yeah. I won't."
It was a good thing they had more in the other bags.
As Bruce went to work getting the fire going, he noticed Jarvis shuffling around awkwardly. "You can sit, you know?" he invited, smiling briefly before returning back the smoldering twigs. The doctor blew onto them gently, fanning the flames as he added some larger branches.
"Ah yes, of course." Bruce glanced back as Jarvis pulled out a blanket from his backpack and spread it out over the forest floor in front of the tent. The blond seemed to be at a loss of what to do after he sat down it.
Bruce turned back to his task. "Tony, share the marshmallows with Jarvis," he said offhandedly.
"Oh no, Sir, really I'm fine—"
"No boyfriend of mine is going to be cheated out of this fluffy heaven. Here." Tony held one of the treats up to his mouth. When the android went to take it however, he tutted and batted Jarvis' hand away. "Not like that. This is a picnic, sorta, a private picnic, so we eat out of each other's hands," he informed, "It's much sexier." Jarvis blinked owlishly, cheeks dusted a light pink.
"Oh, that's… Do people do that on dates?" the android asked curiously, shuffling over and biting into the sugary marshmallow as requested. It really was delicious, but it was strange to do something so intimate out in the open like this.
"Eh, depends on the kind of date. For picnics, yeah, lots of people do this," Tony answered as Jarvis took the rest of the snack with his teeth, "Not so much on dates in crowded places. We'd get weird looks."
Jarvis hummed thoughtfully. "I enjoyed it," he decided, "Can I have another?"
"Of course, honeybot, you can have as many as you want."
Tony and Jarvis took turns feeding each other marshmallows while Bruce nursed the small fire into a healthy blaze. After a few minutes, Steve lifted the man in his lap and sat him on Jarvis' so he could go get the hotdogs out of his bag, leaving the android fumbling with the weight of an affectionate genius.
"Go ahead and get the chocolate and graham crackers out too," Bruce told Steve.
Tony say up straight, "Ooh, we're making s'mores?" he asked excitedly, before turning to Jarvis, who's neck he had his arms wrapped around, "I'm feeding you those, too. You'll love them!"
S'mores were pretty much the only good part of camping in Tony's opinion. Everything else was just bugs and sweat and sore feet.
Bruce rolled two large logs over to surround their campfire while Tony and Jarvis lounged and Steve gathered up all the food supplies they needed. As he sat himself down, he called, "Take a seat, everyone." Tony came to join him first, Jarvis took a seat to his right, and Steve sat down once he'd placed the packaged food down on top of the cooler between the two makeshift benches. "There are condiments in the bag for anyone who wants them on their hotdog," he told them, sitting beside Tony on the log adjacent Bruce and Jarvis'. "Let's try not to catch anything on fire."
Tony, of course, caught his first marshmallow on fire, and the entire surface was burnt to a crisp in seconds. Bruce taught Jarvis the best way to cook his food in a way that wouldn't end with it being inedible, while Tony whined about his ruined s'more. Steve was kind enough to take pity on him and let him have his perfectly toasted golden marshmallow. He could make another, and Tony gave him a rather heated thank you kiss so he had no complaints.
Bruce ended up in Jarvis' lap after a while, accepting bites of chocolate from the android's fingers as he roasted a hotdog. It turned out Jarvis really liked feeding his lovers and Bruce equally enjoyed being on the receiving end of it.
On Jarvis' part, he was quickly becoming comfortable showing affection when anyone, in theory, could stumble upon them at any moment. There was actually a small part of him that would enjoy that, having someone see them and know he had these men and they didn't. Perhaps he was just being possessive again. That happened on occasion, but he had yet to receive any complaints about the bite marks he left on their skin every time they were intimate, so he assumed his lovers didn't mind it.
"Do we have any plans for tomorrow?" Jarvis asked his scientist, kissing just beneath his ear and drawing out a shiver.
"I thought we could take a hike to the river then swim around for a while," Bruce answered, "Maybe play frisbee with Cap's shield?"
"Not even for you, Bruce," Steve said around a s'more.
"Eh. It was worth a shot."
"We should do this in Central Park next time."
All eyes turned to Jarvis, looking surprised. "Wh– Really?" That came from Bruce.
He nodded. "As long as we are not too affectionate, I would like to have dates in public. Perhaps not all of us at once but… with each of you."
"Sure!"
"That would be great!"
"Anytime you want!"
Jarvis smiled at the quick responses, almost beaming at the three men he loved so dearly. "Thank you," he said sweetly. He still didn't have a perfect understanding of human behavior, especially romantic behavior, but he was learning. And he had plenty of people willing to teach him.