I've been hitting a major Inspiration Drainage, so this is all I managed to write.

More will be out soon.

Harley - 6 years old

Peter - 3 years old

It was another night in the Stark household.

Tony was fast asleep in his bedroom, exhausted after a full day of being a single father. While Harley and Peter slept in their separate bedrooms.

Or so it seemed.

Much like any other night with the Starks, tonight was going to be less than peaceful.

It was well past midnight when Tony had been awoken from his slumber by a small poking against his stomach.

At first, he tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but then the poking returned, a little harder this time.

With a low groan, Tony forced his eyes open.

Standing next to his bed was his eldest son, Harley. The boy's hair was a mess and he was dressed in a simple pair of blue pajamas.

"Hey bud," the man said, half-awake, "What's going on?"

"Petey is in my bed again," the boy said with a pout.

Tony pressed his face against his pillow and groaned.

For the past two weeks, Peter has been crawling out of his crib and finding other places to sleep. At first, it was the couch, then on top of the kitchen table, then Tony's own bed, now his favorite place to sleep was with his brother. No matter what Tony did, Peter always managed to escape his crib.

"It's ok, he just wants to have a sleepover with his favorite big brother," the older man said before turning over so his back was facing Harley, "Problem solved, goodnight!"

Tony smirked to himself when Harley pouted again but didn't poke him anymore.

Just then, Tony felt a small dip in the mattress behind him, and then a little arm wrapped around his stomach.

"Kid, what're you doing?"

"If Petey gets to sleep in my bed then I get to sleep in yours," Harley answered, his voice muffled as his face was pressed against his father's back.

"What?" the man sighed.

Harley whined before pressing himself closer to his Dad.

With a mock groan, Tony surrendered.

"Fine," the man twisted so he was lying on his back, "But if you snore or kick me, I'm putting you inside Peter's crib,"

Harley smiled before snuggling closer against his father's side. Tony sighed before following his son back to sleep.

Nearly three minutes later, the bedroom door opened again, and Peter stood in the doorway.

The younger boy was dressed in a pair of bright red footie pajamas, he was dragging a small blanket in one hand and holding a small teddy bear in his other hand.

As soon as he saw his father and brother in the large bed, he giggled.

With a smile, the little boy waddled further into the room until he was standing in front of the bed. Throwing his blanket and bear onto the bed first, the boy grabbed the soft sheets his little fists and pulled himself onto the bed.

As soon as he was on top of the mattress, Peter grabbed the two objects before leaping onto his father's stomach.

"Gah!"

Tony cried out, startling both of his sons. Harley shot up to a sitting position while Peter sat on his Dad's stomach with a confused expression.

"Alright, that's it!" he announced, picking up a giggling Peter in one hand and a tired Harley in the other.

"Everyone goes back to their own rooms,"

Harley grumbled tiredly and leaned his head against Tony's shoulder while Peter babbled happily and waved his bear around in the air.

"I'm getting too old for this," Tony groaned as he carried his sons out of his room.

First, Tony decided to bring Harley back to his room.

By the time, the man had laid Harley back in his bed, the boy had already fallen asleep again.

While balancing a squirming Peter in one arm, Tony pulled the blankets over Harley before gently kissing the boys' head.

As his father left the room, Harley smiled into his pillow.

Peter squirmed and giggled the whole way back into his nursery.

"Alright, little Spider-Monkey," Tony whispered as he placed the toddler back into his crib, "Do Daddy a favor and don't escape again tonight, please?"

The three-year-old babbled up at his Dad while holding his bear close to his chest with an innocent look.

Peter's way of saying, "I'm definitely going to escape,"

Shaking his head, Tony kissed his index finger before carefully pressing the tip against Peter's little nose.

"Go to sleep, I mean it," the man said with a fake stern tone.

As the man left the nursery, he could hear Peter babbling in his crib.

The next morning, after Tony had finished making breakfast, he went into Harley's room to check if he was awake or not.

However, as the man passed by Peter's room, he saw that there was only a teddy bear inside the crib.

With a sigh, Tony realized that the boy must have escaped his crib again and slept in Harleys' room.

No doubt his oldest son made Peter sleep on the floor.

But to the man's surprise, Tony found both of his sons sleeping peacefully together in one bed.

Peter was bundled up in his small blanket and was resting his small head against his big brother's stomach. Harley had one arm wrapped protectively around his little brothers back, the sheets tangled around his legs.

The scene was too cute so of course, Tony grabbed his phone and took a picture of his two sons.

A/N: This is not my best work, I'll admit but I hope you enjoyed it.

See ya next update.

Love you all, be safe!