Thanks for the reviews. Again, warning about bad language. It's not me, it's Peter!

Just another point about my Peter, he is Tony's biological son so along with the privileged upbringing and indulgent parents, he has different DNA from the more familiar Peter Parker. He is going to be a very different character and that was always my intention.

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Steve was sitting looking out at the rolling hills of Wakanda, clutching his phone in his hand.

"You miss your children?" T'Challa said quietly as he sat beside him.

"Harley won an award, MVP for the season. He has grown," Steve stared mournfully at the picture, his eldest son smiling into the camera. Natasha sent it to him; she kept him updated about his kids.

What she said about Peter was increasingly unsettling, his twelve year old was the one most deeply affected by the separation; plus the whole Spider-Man thing which terrified Steve.

He had spent many hours with the King, doing what he could to ensure his passage home; Natasha's sobering warning weighing heavy.

"You sacrificed much, was it worth it?" T'Challa asked and Steve shook his head.

"No, no it wasn't. I lost my children, the man I love. I destroyed my family for a principle and no, it was not worth it," Steve admitted, tears gathering in his eyes.

"If you could do anything for the rest of the day, what would it be?" T'Challa asked and Steve looked at him, his face puzzled.

"I would play ball with my boys, bathe my daughter and put her to bed, cook dinner for my family. Then, I would spend the evening with my husband, that is what I would do," Steve described his perfect day.

"Here, these you should sign then go home and reclaim your family. They are waiting for you; Tony has worked tirelessly to make this happen- he has incorporated all your amendments and they have been accepted. You belong together, the world needs you and Stark united, that is where your true strength lies. Swallow your pride Captain Rogers; put yourself and your family first for once. It is actually what is best for everyone," the King placed the papers beside him and walked away.

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Steve stood looking at Avengers Tower, unsure what to do.

Someone cleared their throat and Steve stared over at Tony who was standing looking awkward.

"Hey Cap, " he said with a nervous smile.

Steve didn't hesitate; he dropped his bag, strode over to his husband engulfing him in his arms and kissed him deeply. Tony only resisted for a nano-second then he returned Steve's embrace.

Steve finally let Tony up for air, he knew there were photographers but he didn't care.

"Oh God Tones! I love you and I am so sorry," he placed his hands gently on his husband's face- praying he would accept his apology.

"I love you too and I am sorry as well," Tony healed Steve's heart with those simple words.

"Let's go, the hacks have enough photos to last them until Christmas," Tony reached for Steve's hand and took him into the lobby.

"My bag," Steve suddenly remembered.

"Happy will get your bag," Tony walked to the elevators pulling Steve with him.

They exchanged furtive, lustful glances as they waited; they had only one thing on their minds, it had been so long.

The elevator opened. Tony stepped in, Steve following and the doors closed abruptly; not allowing anyone else to board.

"Take us home Friday," Tony ordered then he cast Steve a mischievous glint. Steve groaned and had him pinned against the wall in seconds.

When they arrived at the apartment, they were dishevelled and panting; Steve picked Tony up and carried him away to their bedroom.

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"You are a douche Harley, give me my fucking cell," Peter and Harley were wrestling as they fell out of the elevator.

Steve raised his eyebrows at Tony who grimaced.

"Yeah about that, Petey Pie is currently going through a potty mouth stage, hard core this time. I have been doing my best but it is not going that well obviously," Tony smiled apologetically.

Steve expected this; Nat had told him how it was so he remained very calm.

"Dad!" Harley sighted Steve and flung himself at him. Steve laughed as he caught him.

"Hey buddy," Steve hugged tight, he had been waiting a long time for this moment.

"What the fuck? Seriously Dad?" Peter glared at Steve, he threw his hands up.

Harley disentangled himself from his father.

"Really? He gets to cuss and you say nothing, are you kidding me?" Harley was affronted.

"Yeah I get to say that cos I'm special," Peter poked his tongue out.

"Yeah you're special, a special little shit," Harley slung a pillow at his brother who avoided it easily

"Okay guys; let's bring this down to a dull roar. Peter, enough with the bad language, both of you stop it!" Tony tried, he really did but it was clear that he was struggling with these boys, and Steve felt instant guilt.

Tony should not have struggled; they had another parent, a parent that should have been here. There was a lot of work to do, not between Tony and Steve; that was solid, as solid as it had always been. They had a lot to discuss and dissect, but their core was strong, their love absolute.

However, these boys were on the verge of out of control.

They were a challenge no doubt about it, Peter mostly.

"So what is he doing here?" Peter scowled at Steve whilst addressing Tony.

"Hey! Stop it young man, that's your father and you show him some respect," Tony replied sternly.

Harley looked awkwardly at Steve who was biding his time, gauging how bad this situation was.

"My father, yeah right! Whatever!" Peter threw his back pack down.

"So I ask again what the fuck is he doing here?" Peter was enraged and Steve understood why he was upset.

Although, it did shock him how out of control his youngest son was even though he had been warned.

"Enough! Go to your room right now Peter!" Tony tried to assert some authority and Steve waited to see if his youngest son would comply; if he didn't then he would find himself slung over the shoulder of Captain America. Steve was not about to stand by and watch him disrespect Tony to this extent much longer.

"Fine, whatever," Peter stormed off.

"He doesn't like you much or at all actually," Harley grimaced and Steve raised his eyebrows as the sound of a slamming door echoed around the penthouse.

"Clearly. Hey big guy, let's talk okay?" Steve gestured to Tony, they had already discussed this, how they would handle this, what to say. Peter was another matter and would need to be handled differently, very differently.

They sat together on the couches. Steve explained as best as he could, he expressed regret and most of all love; how deeply he loved them all and how much he had missed his family.

"Pops I am glad you are back, I get it. I know it was hard, that you were standing up for what you thought was right. I know you love us, I have always known that. Peter knows that too, deep down. Just glad you are home, it felt all wrong without you," Harley embraced him; he was such a sweet, loving open kid.

"Me too pal, me too," Steve kissed the boy's head. Harley pulled away and grinned at him.

"Can we have Thai for dinner Dad please?" Harley asked Tony who nodded.

"But.."

"Yeah I know homework, I'm going. I have a big test next week, need to study," Harley walked to his room.

"So Peter..." Steve left the floor open for Tony.

"Oh God Peter, well you saw. Peter is a law unto himself. Ever since Berlin and with his enhancements, he obliterates every boundary I set for him. I have lost control of him and I worry every time he goes out. He's twelve Steve, not much more than a baby yet he thinks he's indestructible," Tony shared, he really shared.

"Yeah I know he is only twelve. At his age, we should still be controlling most of what he does and doesn't do; he is a child whatever he thinks. Okay, so I've got this now," Steve stood up and Tony frowned at him.

"What are you going to do?"

"I am going to reassure him, reset some boundaries, give a little reminder about expectations and consequences, leave this to me babe. Order the take out, I have not had Thai in forever," Steve placed a gentle kiss on his husband's lips.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Tony was concerned.

"Yeah I think it's a good idea, I know it's a good idea. There is no way I am doing nothing, what message is that sending him? It would be confirming what he thinks, that I don't love him anymore; don't care enough to correct him. Relax Tones please; I just told you, leave this to me. Let me help, our kids are a joint responsibility remember?" Steve sounded so confident plus he made a lot of sense and Tony allowed himself relax, the first time for a long time.

He nodded and Steve strolled away.

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